[From Otaku to Perverted Mature Woman] (5-6)

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【From Otaku to Perverted Mature Woman】(5-6)

【From Otaku to Perverted Mature Woman】(5-6)

Author: rdld

December 18, 2016

Words: 3975

Chapter 5 Bus Harassment

I lay on the sofa, exhausted, and actually fell asleep. When I woke up the next day, I was lying on "my own"

bed. There were several sets of clothes, a note, and a stack of banknotes on the bedside table. It must have been left by Lao Zhou. The note

read: I'm sorry, I did something I shouldn't have done last night. I'm an animal, but I will take responsibility. There are

sports clothes and shoes prepared for you on the table, as well as a thousand yuan. I'm going to work now. See you tonight. Thinking about last night, I

felt my face burning. I had just become a woman, and I was taken advantage of by a man last night, and it was a scumbag like Lao Zhou

. It was so shameful. Being a woman is too dangerous. I need to protect myself from now on.

I didn't shower last night, and now I feel uncomfortable all over. I stripped naked and went into the bathroom. When I saw

myself , I no longer had the impulse I had before. After a quick shower, I put on the workout clothes Lao Zhou had prepared. Standing in front of

the mirror , I saw myself wearing a white t-shirt, dark blue athletic leggings, and black

sneakers—simple yet full of energy. The top was a bit tight, accentuating my round, full breasts; though not revealing

any skin, they were undeniably alluring. The woman in the mirror looked to be about twenty-four or twenty-five years old, with full breasts, a slender

waist, a round, pert bottom, and long, shapely legs—she was incredibly sexy.

A lot had happened in the past few days. Now, calming down, I began to think about everything. I must

have swapped bodies with this woman; my original self was probably dead. So who was this woman?

How could she have fallen from the building in her pajamas? An accident? Suicide? Murder? Thinking it over, I decided I didn't want to know

the truth . This woman might have gotten herself into trouble. Even if it was an accident, how could I

face her family? Thinking about it, living under this identity isn't so bad. It's just that my body and hair are gifts from

my parents I have siblings, so supporting them shouldn't be a problem.

Thinking this way, I felt a little more at ease and decided to start a new life.

First, I needed to get myself an ID card. I contacted someone online who makes fake ID cards; he quoted 2.

I dug out my old pocket money and added what Lao Zhou left me, which only gave me 3. Never mind,

I'll just go first. I searched for directions, grabbed my spare key, and went out. The weather was great today, and I slept

well last night. As I walked towards the bus, my mood unconsciously improved, and my steps became lighter. Having a different body

felt very different, especially the way my bra was binding my chest; it felt very uncomfortable, and my breasts swayed when I walked. I

used to think it was very sexy when women walked with their breasts swaying, but it felt different on my own.

When I reached the bus stop, several men stared at me, which felt strange. I couldn't help but quicken my pace and board

the bus . As soon as I

got on the bus, I regretted it. The passengers on this bus were unusual; many were

migrant workers . I was surrounded by several of them, my hands trembling, instinctively clutching them to my chest.

There were many cars on the road at this time, and the bus slowly made its way through the city center, stopping and starting. The crowded passengers swayed with the bus

, and without realizing it, I ended up pressed against the back of the migrant worker in front of me, my soft breasts pressing tightly against him. He

turned around, saw me, looked me up and down, and a sly smile crept across his face. He turned to face me with his right side.

I couldn't help but smile bitterly; this was clearly harassment. I'd done this before, it was karma.

The bus was so crowded I could barely move, and the platform was packed. It seemed I had no

choice but to endure it. Fortunately, he didn't do anything too outrageous, just deliberately rubbing his arm against my chest with the swaying of his body.

Physically, it wasn't a problem, but emotionally, I couldn't accept another man harassing and fantasizing about me like this!

A strong sense of shame welled up inside me, and I felt my face burning. The migrant worker seemed to sense my change. He became

somewhat excited, his eyes turning into those of a rutting beast, his breathing becoming heavy. He even boldly leaned close to

my ear and whispered, "Beautiful lady, you're so pretty." He then grinned sheepishly. I felt both annoyed

and amused. Damn it, was he trying to flirt? His breath brushed against my neck, and I smelled his

scent—a slightly sour, pungent odor. The smell was familiar; I remembered smelling like that myself before.

Suddenly, I didn't think this migrant worker was so disgusting. He was just a lecherous man, like I used to be

! It was just that his way of flirting was incredibly stupid.

Thinking this, I also felt that his harmless harassment wasn't so bad. I gave him a disdainful smile

but didn't stop him. He seemed to read my mind and continued his little arm movements.

However, even though I covered my chest with my arms, his hands would sometimes press directly against my breasts. At first

, I didn't feel anything, but after a while, I felt an unusual itching sensation on my chest, a feeling I

had never . Gradually, I felt my body getting warmer, and my nipples became very sensitive. The touch of his arm against my chest

always brought a slight itch. I looked down and saw my round, white breasts squeezed together through my neckline,

forming a deep cleavage. My left bra had slipped down a bit, and my nipple was pressed against the edge of the bra,

constantly rubbing against the migrant worker's harassment. My nipples were swollen from the stimulation, like tender pink grapes, luscious and tempting. Seeing

this, I felt a surge of excitement, and my lower body became wet. The itchy feeling spread throughout my body, a feeling that was

somewhat irresistible and impossible to resist. I unconsciously relaxed my resistance, and his arm easily pressed against my

breast. He noticed my change, a smug smile playing on his lips. His arm movements

intensified , pressing deeply against the soft flesh of my breasts and kneading them wantonly.

I was overwhelmed and tried to push him away, but he grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch! Slender...

My fingers touched his hard penis through his pants, and his breathing quickened, his penis throbbing with excitement!

My face flushed crimson, red all the way to the roots of my neck, and my heart pounded wildly. I felt so ashamed that I was touching

a man's penis, and that penis was throbbing with excitement because of me; it was as hard as iron

, eagerly rubbing against

my hand, wanting to possess me, wanting to rape me! After a few seconds of stunned silence, I came to my senses, forcefully pulled my hand

away, and desperately squeezed towards the back door. Just then, the bus arrived, and I escaped with the crowd. I walked quickly for a while,

making sure the migrant worker wasn't following me before stopping to catch my breath.

Chapter Six: Taking Photos and Teasing

When I came to my senses, I realized I had only gotten off a little early. After walking for a while, at the agreed time, I arrived at

the alley and saw a middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses leaning against the alley entrance playing on his phone. He saw me

looking around and came over to greet me. I guessed he was the one making fake documents, so I directly asked him if I could get a discount.

He looked me up and down, then turned and disappeared into the alley without a word. I followed him into a small room.

Inside, there was a computer, a peculiarly shaped printer, a table against the wall covered with various documents,

and DSLR camera. Next door was another room that seemed to be used for taking photos. He handed me a pre-made ID card,

which I examined closely; it was indeed very realistic. I figured doing it here was the best option, so

I pulled out all my money and told him that was all I had, asking if he could give me a discount. He hesitated for a moment and

said, "I've never done this for your price before. However, I have a bit of a photography hobby. If you can let me

take a few photos , I might consider it." I was surprised he would make such a request. I hesitated;

the photos he was talking about were definitely not ordinary. But then I thought about how several men had seen my naked body yesterday, so

taking some revealing photos wasn't a big deal. I said, "Okay, no full nudity, just no photos of my face."

He didn't say anything, went into the next room, and had me sit down to take an ID photo. Then he turned on the camera

lights and gestured for me to take off my clothes. I took off my shirt and pants, standing naked in front of him. The bright

light illuminated my entire body, making my fair skin appear even smoother and more delicate, with

fine veins faintly visible beneath my flawless . My firm

breasts were tightly wrapped in a white bra, appearing round and full.

My abdomen was free of any excess fat, and my sexy abs extended downwards. The white panties were a very ordinary style,

but there seemed to be some dampness between my thighs—could it be the vaginal fluid that had just leaked out?!

My face flushed slightly. The man's eyes seemed to light up when he saw my shy expression, but then he

reverted to his experienced demeanor, directing me to pose for photos. My limbs were stiff, and he took the opportunity to come over

and correct my posture. Although he said he was teaching me how to pose, his hands were anything but innocent. He would hold my waist and touch my

thighs . His fingers were cool, and their touch on my skin gave me goosebumps. Being

touched naked by a man was really hard to accept, but thankfully he didn't do anything too outrageous.

He'd already seen everything I wanted to see, so I figured I should just cooperate and finish the shoot.

After a while, he said it was time for the last set, but it had to be a bit more explicit. He came over to adjust my

bra straps, and wanting to finish quickly, I didn't object. He pulled both straps down completely,

almost , and I could even see my pink areolas. I grabbed his hand, stopping him from pulling them down any further.

He loosened the straps, holding the camera in one hand as if to take a picture, while his other hand suddenly reached behind me and

snapped off my bra. Before I could react, my bra slipped down my chest, and my full, white breasts

popped out, swaying slightly in the air, their pink nipples erect, as if waiting for

a man 's taste. Just then, the camera emitted a long series of clicks, and I snapped out of my daze. I quickly

covered my chest with my hands, turned my back, and frantically put on my bra. I was a little embarrassed and angry, but I hadn't

received , so I could only grumble, "Is it okay now?" He ignored me, looking at

the photos he had just taken. He slowly became excited, his penis bulging against his pants. I felt extremely

ashamed , but seeing his excited look also gave me a thrill. I was actually seducing

him like this, just by looking at my breasts, even a seasoned man like him couldn't control his impulses. Maybe he had already

mentally raped me countless times. But there were many residents around, so he probably wouldn't dare to do anything outrageous

.

After looking at the photos for a while, he went next door and transferred the photos he had just taken to his computer.

After asking me for the information I needed on my ID card, he busied himself at the computer for a while, then browsed through the photos he had just taken right in front of me

, as if I didn't exist. I was a little annoyed, but the printer next to me was already printing, probably

making ID cards, so I couldn't make a scene. He suddenly turned the computer screen towards me, pointing at the photo and saying,

"Look, isn't it beautiful? Look at the framing, the lighting, the curves of the breasts, the nipples from this angle

—it's absolutely gorgeous! Any man would want to play with them. It would be so amazing to have my penis

between your breasts!" His fingers slid across the breasts in the photo, finally making

an upward thrusting motion between the cleavage.

I blushed deeply, feeling utterly ashamed, but listening to his lewd

words and watching him grope the photo, I couldn't deny a tiny bit of pride.

My body was being adored like this—I'd never experienced anything like it before. Even though I was being

molested , I felt my vanity as a woman was being greatly satisfied. This feeling

excited me, and my mind uncontrollably conjured images of my breasts being penetrated. My lower body involuntarily became wet.

I quickly squeezed my legs together, angrily saying, "Enough!" He didn't say anything, just chuckled dryly twice, and then...

He picked up the prepared ID card and business card and handed them to me, saying, "Remember to come find me if you need anything." I paid the money,

grabbed the ID card and business card, and ran out of the small house as if I were escaping.

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