Ladyboys set sail

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My name is Jennifer. My real name is Zhang Li. Growing up, I was considered a second-generation rich kid in my small hometown. My parents had me late in life and were busy with work; this lonely yet affluent lifestyle might have been the trigger for my cross-dressing tendencies. They died in a car accident when I was in high school, forcing me to abandon my plans to study abroad. At the time, several relatives I didn't usually associate with came to claim my inheritance, but I didn't say anything and quietly worked hard with my share. Perhaps it was luck, or perhaps it was an innate business acumen, but several investments were successful, and within a few years, my family's wealth was largely restored. However, in the cutthroat world of business, being alone and vulnerable, I had to avoid the limelight, becoming even more reclusive and withdrawn. Even so, several investments in seafood products touched the interests of the local underworld boss. They framed me, fabricating huge debts that could bankrupt me. That morning, neither the housekeeper nor the businessman I was supposed to meet showed up. I looked around through the window of my villa, and sure enough, every block was filled with their men. In two months, they'll be able to break in openly, but for now they can only secretly monitor the surrounding neighborhoods to prevent my escape—I know exactly what will happen if I do nothing, because I've done the same to people who owe me money. A moment later, the phone rang.Two months, twenty million, otherwise I'll have to follow the rules. "I thought, since things have come to this point, the only way to survive might be to follow my inner dream. After a struggle—or rather, the accumulation of desire—I secretly ordered some things and had them sent home in a normal package. Once everything was ready, I started to carry it out. First, I took a shower and shaved all the hair off my body. Then I took out a pair of pliers-like things from a finely packaged paper bag; it was a castration device for animals, with an elastic rubber ring. I forced myself to masturbate three times in a row—my last three times as a normal person—emptying my testicles, and then I used the castration device to tightly put the rubber ring on the base of my scrotum." Afterward, I took a large bucket with a tap, filled it with 40 liters of water, and mixed in a large amount of nutrients, estrogen, and sleeping pills according to the prescribed ratio. I then hung the bucket from the ceiling. A hose connected to the tap had an automatic valve set to open every three hours. I then performed enemas on myself several times, and slowly inserted a tube into my anus to collect the small amount of excrement. The tube passed through a hollowed-out chair I was sitting on, connecting to a sealed box underneath. Calling it a chair was a stretcher was more accurate; it was custom-made to prevent strains from prolonged sitting. Necrosis began. Similarly, I inserted a catheter into my penis; the tingling sensation made all my muscles tense. The catheter passed through the gap in the chair, dangling down along with my bound testicles, eventually connecting to a urine bag. Then I opened my mouth as wide as possible and put on a gag—normally for inserting a penis—but this time it was to insert the tube that had been supplying me with IV fluids for the past few days. I inserted the tube all the way down my esophagus; it was uncomfortable, but it wouldn't cause choking, tooth decay, or that horrible taste. Finally, I gently handcuffed my calves, thighs, and body to the chair with a belt buckle. Everything was ready. I put my hands behind the chair, found the restraints, folded my hands inside, and pressed the button I had prepared beforehand. Immediately, a mechanism connected to the zipper closed, which would automatically open after 50 days. Soon after, the nutrient solution began to flush into my stomach, and under the influence of the sleeping pills, I slowly fell asleep. During these long several dozen days, I was half-awake and half-asleep. I couldn't distinguish between day and night at all; only the swelling sensation from the nutrient solution woke me up. At first, I could still feel a burning pain in my scrotum when I was awake, but that mostly disappeared afterward. Then, probably due to the hormones, I sweated profusely and frequently convulsed. I tried my best to control myself because, although the chair was reinforced on the ground, too much movement would still affect my final escape. After what seemed like an unknown number of days, my mind became completely chaotic; my vision would blur and then go black, and I almost thought I was in the underworld. Finally, one day I woke up, my hands numb but free. I tried hard to recall everything I had planned. First, I removed the restraints and pulled out all the tubes, then disinfected the wounds in my genitals with iodine. I saw that my scrotum and testicles, necrotic and blackened, lay on the ground, while my wounds were clean, without obvious blood or infection. I still had to dispose of these parts that had detached from my body. After frantically finishing all this, I rested for a moment and went to the mirror. The sight before me stunned me. Due to castration, the effects of estrogen were particularly pronounced; all my muscles had shrunk, but my skin appeared smooth and soft. My chest had developed noticeable small curves, and my nipples and areolas had enlarged. My face was no longer bearded, and the long period of torture had made me look haggard, which ironically gave me a kind of sickly, delicate beauty. Of course, there was still something limp between my legs, which I dared not touch at the moment, but it should be easy to hide. Looking at the calendar, I saw there were only three days left until the debt repayment deadline. I quickly packed everything I needed into my suitcase, but due to my weakened state, the process was slow. I was much weaker than before; I felt like I needed help even to open a bottle cap. Because the mob boss wanted me to sell more assets, he manipulated my accounts, so I could only stuff as much cash as possible from the safe into my suitcase. Every time I went up or down the stairs, I had to catch my breath for a long time. By the time I had packed all the important items, it was already the afternoon of the third day. Without delay, I took a shower and then took out women's clothing from the closet. First, I put on a tight-fitting t-shirt; my breasts no longer needed excessive padding, but I didn't need a bra either. Then I put on stockings and a short skirt, without underwear—I didn't want to cover my genitals with anything to prevent injury. Then, I used my years of practiced makeup skills to transform myself into a pale-faced beauty. I fixed my hair, which was now styled into a short, feminine hairstyle. I put on 7-centimeter matte heels, grabbed my handbag, pulled my suitcase, and sneaked out through the side door as evening fell. Just to be on the safe side, I deliberately swaggered past their surveillance point, the sound of my high heels and suitcase attracting everyone's attention. As a result, no one recognized this unfamiliar beautiful woman as Zhang Li. After walking away, I went straight to a nearby county town and told the local police station that I was a transgender person. I explained that although I was an adult, my family disapproved, putting me under immense pressure, so I ran away to change my identity. I bribed them, successfully obtained a new identity, and then rushed to a large city in the north. II. Transformation Now I realized that due to the change in my identity, all my assets were now on me. Although the amount was considerable, it would eventually run out. Besides, what could I do in my current state? Even as a prostitute, the money wouldn't be enough to cover the estrogen I needed. So, I decided to prepare here and head straight to America, the country I had once wanted to go to! Therefore, I took out 60,000 yuan, rented a secluded place, and underwent surgery at several of the best plastic surgery hospitals. First, I had some minor procedures done, such as permanent full-body hair removal and skin tightening. Next came breast augmentation. I went straight for a 36D, stretching the skin of my breasts taut. Perhaps it doesn't look too disproportionate for someone my height of 170cm. To maintain symmetry with my breasts, I also had my buttocks augmented to 95cm with two injections. Although hormones played a significant role, I was still not satisfied with my figure; after all, I had come this far, so I wanted to be perfect. Therefore, I had several more Botox injections. During the recovery period after the Botox injections in my calves, I forced myself to wear 20cm ballet-style high heels every day, keeping my feet and calves taut together. After recovery, I could only walk in very high heels. Of course, I couldn't be idle technically either; I would use various dildos at home to explore my anus. I had to give myself enemas every day, and I hadn't eaten normal food for a long time, only drinking meal replacement drinks. This way, I could maintain my figure and keep my intestines clean, since I had penetrated 30cm deep. I also watched a lot of adult videos, and having lost my testosterone levels, I became even more focused on the various poses and techniques of the female leads, especially oral sex. Sometimes, when practicing, I could even lose myself in the moment. Finally, facial plastic surgery completely transformed me. Based on American tastes, I personally designed a classic Asian look with some Latin American elements: long, slender eyes, perpetually slightly parted, sexy, full lips, and a nose and chin with strong lines. These surgeries cost almost all the money I had. Of course, as a real transgender person, I also had to learn how to get an erection. After all, my future career would require it. Various massages and physical therapies eventually enabled me to successfully achieve an erection with the help of non-hormonal drugs and ejaculate clear fluid without sperm. However, the feeling of ejaculation was no longer so pleasant and exhilarating; instead, it was a painful pressure, like the feeling of masturbating after ejaculating several times in a row when I was a man. Six months later, I was a beautiful enchantress with everything perfect, but I only had less than ten thousand yuan left. So I bought a ticket with less stringent screening, bribed some people at the travel agency, skipped the tedious procedures, and semi-smuggled myself onto a cruise ship bound for America. At that moment, I felt reborn. III. The Beginning On the cruise ship, besides repeatedly practicing oral sex and developing my anus, I also recorded some solo videos to showcase my achievements: the first video mainly demonstrated my anal sex ability. I lay on the bed in my room, and after a while of showing off my body and caressing my large breasts and buttocks, I held a red 15cm dildo, lubricated it slightly, and slowly inserted it until I found the stimulating spot, then slowly guided the dildo in and out with my hand. My other hand explored my body up and down. The thrusting became faster and faster, and the amplitude gradually increased. Suddenly, I felt a torrent rush through my body—in that instant when my whole body tensed, a clear, hoarse female moan naturally escaped my throat. However, I didn't stop. Instead, I grabbed my semi-erect penis and frantically masturbated. The sudden, unusual stimulation instantly brought me back to my senses, and I continued to thrust towards the next peak... After repeating this several times, I finally reached my climax. This pure orgasm, due to the loss of...The urge to ejaculate left my body bewildered; the muscles in my lower body spasmed erratically, and my entire body arched uncontrollably, as if telling me that it couldn't handle the boundless desire brought on by external hormones. Then I straightened up, pressing my entire weight onto the dildo, allowing it to penetrate completely. After a moment of stiffness, I limply turned and lay face down, my round, plump buttocks facing the camera, panting weakly. Because this short film was self-shot, it was easy for me to move out of frame while filming, and I couldn't check it constantly to maintain continuity, so it took six takes to complete. I was practically exhausted. So the next part was a bit less strenuous. I inserted a vibrating massage dildo into my anus, pressed down on a vibrating egg placed on a stimulation point inside my rectum, and attached a vibrating egg to the glans as well. While all these devices were activated simultaneously, I sucked on the dildo stuck to the wall at the base in a doggy-style position. The intense stimulation made my mind increasingly unclear, and I wanted to just lie on the ground and enjoy the stimulation—but that's what I wanted to demonstrate: even when flooded with sexual signals, I would wholeheartedly engage in highly skilled oral sex. Once I felt I was about to climax, I frantically rocked my head back and forth, rapidly thrusting the dildo in and out of my mouth, allowing me to smoothly pass through the orgasm without interrupting my oral movements. Whenever I felt pressure from overstimulation in my genitals, I would perform deep throating, pressing the dildo firmly against my esophagus and trachea, even leaning forward with my hands behind my back, pressing my entire weight onto the dildo and trachea; the lack of oxygen would immediately make my body ignore the pain. I also fully utilized my tongue and full lips, making my mouth not just a small opening on my face, but a more powerful sex machine. Another video shows me wearing a cocktail dress and eating at a restaurant. I had essentially refused normal food; this was mainly for filming thrilling videos. I had previously taken some erectile dysfunction medication because I planned to show off my penis and my shameless courage here. Strangely enough, since losing my testicles to supplement estrogen, my penis has only been difficult to get erect normally; even with stimulation, it's barely manageable. But once I get an erection with the help of medication, it's even larger than before. Entering the restaurant, I pressed my penis against my abdomen, using my handbag to cover the bulge in my clothes. Then I chose a corner seat and placed my camera under the table. Filming from a first-person perspective would be too conspicuous, and my large breasts would also obstruct the lens. I first continuously stroked the bulge in my abdomen, which was taut under my clothes, and then began masturbating through them. A short while later, a waiter came over and asked if I wanted to order. I told him to wait a moment, but my right hand continued to stroke it. He probably didn't notice anything and turned to leave. So I pulled down my clothes, letting my penis return to its original position. My penis was now sticking forward, with just a small part of the tip peeking out from under my skirt. At this point, I became bolder, holding the camera in one hand and filming under my skirt, while the other hand began to vigorously masturbate. A moment later, I felt I was about to ejaculate, so I fixed the camera, grabbed a wine glass, and ejaculated the liquid—which could no longer be called semen—into it. Then, while filming myself with a dazed look in the camera, I drank and licked the liquid clean. Because it was much thinner than normal semen, it was over quickly. I edited these videos and sent them to various pornographic video companies in the United States, hoping to have a livelihood after setting foot on American soil.

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