The man who becomes a woman

It all began at four in the morning in Los Santos, a deserted city with only a few street thugs carrying out their illegal activities under the dim streetlights.

I hurried across the street, pulling the black dress I'd somehow gotten myself into tighter around my waist, warily eyeing the muscular black men beside me. In their eyes, I was as vulnerable as a lamb; they could drag me into an alley and gang rape me whenever they wanted, then sell me cheaply to some low-class brothel—provided I hadn't been brutally raped to death.

The story goes back a few months, when I was a prisoner—a male prisoner. Convicted on several charges and destined to end my life there.

One day, a few scoundrel government employees approached me, spouting scientific jargon about a new technology—basically, transferring a person's soul, or consciousness, into another body. They then went on to describe the technological benefits, asking if I'd be willing to volunteer, promising a reduced sentence. Enticed by this, I agreed to be a volunteer.

So, when I got out of the hospital bed, I found myself transformed into a stunningly beautiful woman, seemingly of mixed Asian and descent, with a delicate face, beautiful legs, and perfectly sized breasts—just a bit short, only about 1.6 meters tall. After the experiment, we were examined and observed for a long time, and then, for some inexplicable reason, they suddenly gave up and "abandoned" us. To survive, I ran away from the experimental facility on the outskirts of Los Santos.

A gust of cold wind blew past, chilling me to the bone—I wasn't wearing underwear or a bra, and my breasts jiggled with every slight movement. It felt like telling a thug on the street, "Fuck me, fuck me now!" Fortunately, those thugs seemed to have wasted too much energy on cheap prostitutes today and didn't bother with me.

I flagged down a car, hoping for a ride. The driver, a Mexican, asked me enthusiastically in a thick accent where I was going.

I asked the driver if he could take me to a motel, a "clean" place where I could withdraw some money I'd hidden and tidy myself up.

"Miss, please sit in the passenger seat. A friend threw up in the back, it's dirty, sorry." I knew this was just an excuse; I knew what he wanted, but it was the only way to pay the fare.

Sure enough, the driver started rubbing his hand against my thigh while shifting gears. When I didn't react, he simply placed one hand on my thigh and slowly moved it inwards.

I deliberately spread my legs, exposing my pink vulva, which was completely bare (I'm a celibate), facing the driver.

The driver's hand reached my vulva and gently pinched my clitoris, immediately giving me a tingling, pleasurable sensation that made me moan. "Oh, oh, ah!" I let out unconscious moans, and vaginal fluid gushed from my vagina, splashing onto the car seat. My body went limp. "Is this what it feels like to be a woman? I'm so sensitive, so wanton," I thought to myself.

The driver, having tasted the pleasure, simply parked the car in a secluded spot, reached his other hand inside my collar, and vigorously rubbed my breasts, constantly kneading my nipples. The stimulation of several sensitive areas on my body made me moan loudly, waves of pleasure washing over me, arousing a desire to be penetrated.

The driver couldn't hold back any longer; he impatiently unzipped his pants, and a large, black penis sprang out! He grabbed my ankles, spread my legs, and thrust his large penis in forcefully! With a "squeak," his glans entered my vagina, and then he slowly began to pump.

"Ah! Ah!" I let out a seductive moan, simultaneously enjoying the pleasure brought by his large penis, my juices gushing out continuously, his testicles slapping against my buttocks with a "slap, slap" sound.

I enjoyed the constant friction of his large penis, twisting my hips in rhythm with his movements, like a prostitute serving a client.

Suddenly, his glans twitched a few times. I realized he was about to ejaculate and tried to make him pull out, but it was too late. His glans twitched again, and a thick stream of semen "plop" poured into my vagina. The scalding semen made me moan with pleasure.

"Ah, so hot!" I cried out. By then, the driver had finished ejaculating. He pulled out his penis, and a stream of warm semen flowed from my vaginal opening onto my thighs. I felt completely limp and collapsed onto the seat, falling asleep.

[The End]

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