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What is love? I don't know. Maybe it's dreaming about him, maybe it's... Because my parents preferred girls, I was raised as
a girl . Gradually, as I grew up, they all said I looked like a girl, and I believed it too. From elementary school to high school, many teachers and classmates initially thought I was
a girl; many of my unintentional actions were very girlish. Many classmates said I was effeminate, and boys didn't like me or reject me. Only
girls treated me like a sister. Don't talk about love; I've never experienced it.

After I started working, I joined a drag club where men dressed as women and wore women's clothes. Spending time with them
taught a lot about how to dress as a woman. After taking estrogen for over a year, my body changed; my breasts started to look more like a woman's. To look even more like a woman, I
frequently went for beauty treatments, and when I took saunas, I would pour milk over my body to make my skin whiter. Enemas were almost a daily ritual.

After work, I would dress up and go to a bar to "fish for shrimp" (a euphemism for prostitution). I am 1.75 meters tall, have had long hair for four years, a full bust, a feminine face, and slender
fingers with red nail polish, which makes me look like a woman.

Sitting at the bar, watching the bartender's graceful bartending movements, I placed a cigarette pack upside down on the counter and put two cigarettes next to it, implying that I was gay.
The dim light shone on my clothes; a black, tight-fitting dress perfectly outlined my breasts, which were enlarged with fake breasts, and a thong underneath
made it impossible to tell that I was wearing underwear.

I come here often, and many people know me. They know I'm a man and a gay man, and they like to call me a transvestite. I don't think it's an insult;
on the contrary, I like it when they call me that.

A burly man walked past me, touched my butt, and said, "Haha, Lili is still so sexy. If I didn't know you were a man, I
would have fucked you already."

"Get lost, you idiot, speak more politely, or people will get angry." I gave him a resentful look.

He's the owner of this bar, his name is Wang San, and he used to be a petty thug. The first time I came here, he wanted to sleep with me, but after he found out I was a man, he stopped having
that idea.

The bar was playing the Eagles' "Hotel California," and I was drinking while waiting for someone to start a conversation with me.

Just then, an old man came up to me and asked, "Miss, aren't you bored drinking alone?"

I pointed to the cigarettes on the table. He glanced at them and said, "Oh, excuse me, should I call you sir or...?"

I blew the smoke from my mouth into his face. "It's alright, just call me Miss Lily."

The old man looked at me. "Bartender, bring this young lady a drink. By the way, what would you like to drink, miss?"

I put down my cigarette. "A John Cling iced one, please."

The bartender brought me a John Collins, and I raised my glass. "Thanks for the drink."

The old man also raised his glass. "Miss, you are more beautiful than any real woman, but unfortunately I don't have that taste."

I took a sip, put down the glass, and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you, your mouth is so sweet, sweeter than wine." I always smoke lemon-flavored cigarettes, so my breath always tastes like lemon.

The old man left to find his new target, and I continued to quietly sip my wine alone. No one asked me out until dawn. Just as I was about to leave,
the old man returned. "Miss, leaving already? Didn't you see anyone?"

I smiled sweetly at him, "No, why didn't you find it either?"

The old man sat down next to me. "No, I searched all night and couldn't find anyone prettier than you."

I touched his face and bald head. "What, want a one-night stand?"

The old man touched my small hand. "Do you have time? Price doesn't matter."

I kissed him. "I have time, but nowhere to go."

The old man grabbed my hand. "I have a place. Shall we go to a five-star hotel?"

I stood up. "Aren't you afraid I'll ask for a high price? Didn't you just say you didn't like men? What happened?"

He put his arm around my slender waist and said, "Money doesn't matter. Actually, you're just like any other woman. You're even more beautiful than them."

I lay in his arms. "Then what are we waiting for?" So the old man and the young man walked out of the bar.

Once outside, we took his car to a large hotel and drove all the way to his room. Many people stared at me like I was a prostitute, but I
didn't care , because I wasn't any better than them. Before we even entered the room, he started groping my breasts. Since I wasn't wearing a bra, he quickly grabbed my nipples
. Once inside, he locked the door and started undressing me.

"Slow down, don't rush, let's play some music first."

We played "Hotel California," and he seemed even less eager than I was. He pulled me down my dress, rested his head on my chest, and we
danced. After a while, he whispered in my ear, "Baby, did you get an enema?"

I hugged him. "Of course." I felt his hand on my butt for a long time, making me feel ticklish. "Stop touching me. It tickles."

He kept touching me without saying a word. "Let's both take our clothes off before we dance." I nodded at his words. So we stripped naked, and he inserted a black man
's dildo into my anus. Due to excessive excitement, both of our penises became erect. I threw my fake breasts aside. I
felt very uncomfortable dancing like this; I couldn't close my legs, and if I opened them too wide, I was afraid the dildo would fall off.

Finally, I lay on the bed, and he pulled out the dildo, then smeared the little bit of semen I had just ejaculated on my anus. I licked his penis wet, then lay back
down, waiting for it to come. He spread my legs as wide as possible, lifted my penis, and thrust it in hard. His penis didn't seem
very big at first glance, but once inside, I realized it was quite large. Each thrust was incredibly deep, so deep I could feel my anus rolling inside and out. "Oh...
how ... compared to... compared to women... how am I... oh..."

He put his head close to my ear and said, "No less than a woman." My penis swayed back and forth with his thrusts.

He was fucking me hard, and I was licking and biting his nipples, making him ejaculate quickly, a stream of hot semen shooting into my rectum. We rested
for a while, then I bent down and licked him again. I went to his penis and took it into my mouth, trying to swallow it completely with each thrust. I immediately felt
his penis hard again, but he ejaculated after only a few thrusts. I drank half of it, but some still got on my face. I wiped it all away
and lay back down next to him, touching his limp penis. He touched my penis and said, "Sigh, getting old, I don't even have the strength to fuck anymore."

I kissed him, "You didn't fuck."

He pinched my cheek. "Yes, no, it's anal sex. Where do you work?"

I rested my head on his shoulder. "Why are you asking that?"

He said, "If you don't have much money, come work for me, I'll pay you a high salary."

I told him, "No, I don't need it."

He was still unwilling to give up, saying, "A basic salary of 50,000 a month, plus clothes and bonuses."

I thought about it for a moment, "I can't be here every day, so if possible, I'll stay for a month."

He patted my butt and said, "Okay."

After one night, we walked out of the hotel together. I told him I would go back in a few days.

I like taking the bus because when it's crowded, lots of hands grope me. Today was no exception; several hands started
touching me as soon as I got on, and one rough, large hand even went so far as to slip inside my shirt. I didn't resist. A moment later, someone touched my penis and immediately pulled their hand away,
looking at me. "Pervert!"

I glared at him. Fewer and fewer people were touching me; they were all scared away by my penis. But that rough hand lingered on my penis for a long time,
showing no signs of leaving, and even pinched it hard.

"Ah!" I cried out, and everyone looked at me. I pretended nothing was wrong and looked at the owner of the rough hands, a man who looked like a migrant worker
and smelled sour.

I let him continue touching me. "Do you like me like this, sir?" I whispered to him. He opened his mouth, revealing yellow teeth. "I like it." His
bad breath was so disgusting.

I said to him, "Sir, I'm getting off at the next stop. If you think you're strong, then come with me." So I got off at the next stop, and he followed. I
quickly walked to the dark passageway between the two buildings and stood there. He quickly caught up with me.

"What, you want to do it here?" he asked me menacingly.

I looked around. "Of course not, you... what are you going to do?" He rushed at me, pinned me against the wall, lifted my skirt, tore off my
panties , and exposed my penis and breasts to the air. I realized he was going to rape me. I wanted to scream, but I didn't dare because he was carrying a knife.

He threw my fake breasts aside, shoved his penis hard into my anus, and gagged me with my underwear.

I braced myself against the wall to support my body as he thrust into me. Because of the medication I was taking, my breasts were still there, swaying wildly as he fucked them. Several
passersby saw what was happening and assumed it was rape, but just as they were about to make a phone call, they realized it was two men there, one of whom looked
somewhat like a woman. Someone exclaimed, "Damn! What kind of world is this! Homosexuals can be having sex in the street? What a shameless pervert!"

I tried to scream, but my underwear was blocking my mouth so I couldn't make a sound. After this man had been fucking me for about half an hour, he put a knife to my neck and said, "Give me
oral sex and drink all my semen, or I'll kill you."

Judging from his words and expression, he wasn't joking. I sat on the ground and shoved his penis as far down my throat as possible. In the end, he ejaculated
all over my face and body, and his semen was still dripping from the corner of my mouth.

He grabbed my wallet and ran. I didn't even have the strength to shout. I just sat there, gasping for breath.

【over】

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