Rape of transgender people

We endured a lot of hardship traveling from Vietnam to Thailand. The smugglers lured us in, claiming it was easy to make money there, but in reality, they just wanted to collect a large sum of money for smuggling. My father even sold one of his kidneys for this. There were more than ten Vietnamese and a few Chinese people smuggling with us. Later, one of the boys became a ladyboy; I even met him when I was performing in Manila. I became a ladyboy purely out of necessity; in Thailand, only poor children do this. I was already eight years old when I arrived in Thailand, long past the optimal time for training. Most children start feminization training at two or three, but my father couldn't find any other hope and had to beg them to take me in. Because I was naturally more feminine, a school near Bangkok that specialized in training ladyboys accepted me and named me Nisa, which means "good girl" in the local dialect (my Chinese name is Fang XX, and my father still calls me that). Initially, they lied and said it was for vaccinations, which I readily accepted. Later, I learned that the injections were female hormones. Every day, besides hormone injections, I took steam baths. I couldn't go anywhere during the day; I had to stay indoors. At the time, I thought it was great because the younger children had to undergo physical and dance training, which was very tough. Later, I learned that the younger children trained in dance to prepare for future performances, but I was too old. I had missed the age for dance and couldn't perform, so I could only become a child prostitute, to be played with by those with fetishes. The steam baths were to make our skin smoother. The Thai sun is very strong during the day, and it's easy to get tanned if you go out during the day, so the boss wouldn't let me go anywhere during the day. By the time I was 16, I had developed very well. My skin was delicate, my breasts were as big as an adult's fist, my buttocks were round, and my voice was very feminine. But that wasn't enough. Although being a child prostitute meant not having to train in dance, it meant suffering even more physically. First, I had three surgeries (there are beauty salons in Thailand that specialize in these surgeries). I was born with a beautiful face, so my boss invested heavily in me (which is why I would later have to endure more pain and torment than others). First, I had surgery on my Adam's apple and vocal cords, because you can't remove an Adam's apple by injecting hormones. Although my voice was already very high-pitched, due to the difference in vocal cord structure between men and women, my voice wasn't entirely female at the time (it was said to sound a bit like a eunuch). These two surgeries were done simultaneously, and afterward, my voice was completely female. The second surgery was bleaching my nipples and areolas. It sounds strange, but the principle is the same as lip bleaching done in beauty salons in China. At the time, my breasts were well-developed, but the color of my nipples and areolas was dark, which my boss didn't like. In Thailand, the most important asset for a child prostitute is youth, and dark nipples and areolas make one look older. To make more money, my boss had my nipples and areolas bleached bright red. This surgery was painful, but it was only physical pain, which I could bear. The next surgery, although not very painful, caused me far more psychological trauma than physical trauma. It was a laser procedure to remove melanin, similar to laser tattoo removal in China. However, the area being treated was the melanin around my anus. The reason for the removal was the same as the previous procedure, but due to the anus's unique physiological structure, bleaching couldn't be used; instead, laser treatment was employed to remove the melanin from the skin around the anus, making it appear a lovely pink. During the procedure, the doctor had me undress completely and lie on a special bed (actually a gynecological examination bed), with my legs spread apart and resting on two supports at the foot of the bed, exposing my anus. The doctor then forcefully inserted a sterilized wooden plug, about 3 centimeters in diameter, into my anus (this was to completely stretch the folds of skin around the anus for a more thorough procedure). Inserting it was painful because the doctor had applied a dry powder to the plug, making it very dry so I couldn't expel it myself during the procedure. After disinfecting my anus with alcohol, the doctor used a laser to remove the melanin around my anus. The procedure lasted about an hour. That very night after the procedure, my boss "deflowered" me. Around 9 PM that evening (a time I'll remember for the rest of my life), a helper from the troupe came to my dormitory to tell me to go to the boss's room. I was just a 16-year-old kid then, and thinking the boss wanted to see me, I went to the hospital without any suspicion. Little did I know that my painful experience would begin from that moment. After entering the boss's room, he told me to lock the door myself, and then he made me take off all my clothes in front of him. The room was brightly lit, and I obediently took off my clothes and stood naked in front of the boss. At that time, I was about 1.5 meters tall and weighed 35 kilograms. I was chubby, but not obese. I had a playful appearance: a round face, big eyes, long eyelashes, a slightly upturned nose, long hair that reached my waist, breasts the size of an adult's fist, bright red nipples, and a plump body. My skin was snow-white (very few Thai locals are as fair-skinned as me), and my buttocks were round. Apart from my penis, I couldn't tell that I was a man at all. The boss was a local Thai man, over 60 years old, very fat, and bald. After I took off all my clothes, I walked naked to him. He told me to lift my foot and place it in his hands. I later learned that the boss had a particular fetish for feet, and my feet were white, plump, and with neatly arranged toes, which suited his taste perfectly. I lifted one foot and placed it in his hands. He kneaded it repeatedly for four or five minutes before putting my foot down. He then told me to stand with my hands behind my back and my legs spread apart (similar to a straddle stance), and told me not to scream no matter what he did to me. After that, he began to knead my small breasts and nipples with one hand, while playing with my penis with the other. His touch was very rough, making me want to cry, but I dared not make a sound. I could only endure the pain and let him play with me as he pleased. He forcefully stretched my nipples and then suddenly released them, seemingly testing the elasticity of my breasts. A moment later, he placed his hand under my small breasts and weighed them. With his other hand, he alternately kneaded my testicles between my legs, then grabbed my penis and stretched it out forcefully, just like he would with my breasts, before suddenly releasing it. After torturing me like this for more than ten minutes, he suddenly stopped and made me lie face down on the bed, stick my buttocks up, and spread my buttocks apart with my hands to expose my anus to him. I thought he wanted to check on the morning's surgery, so I quickly and obediently lay down on the bed, sticking my buttocks up and pulling them apart with my hands to expose my pink anus. I even adjusted my position so that my anus was facing the light, and innocently asked the boss, "Uncle (that's what we call the boss), can you see clearly?" My anus looked very cute at that moment (I later specifically looked at my anus in the mirror and observed it carefully). The light pink anus was round, like a small funnel, with a ring of fine folds radiating evenly from the junction of the anus and buttocks towards the center, like the ribs on a beautiful parasol, connecting the outer circle to the center. All the radiating rays pointed towards the small opening in the very center of the anus. After looking for about 3 minutes, the boss gently stroked my anus and asked, "Does it hurt here?" I innocently said, "No." After hearing my answer, the boss said quietly, "Then tonight will be your first time." I had no idea what the boss meant. Before I could even ask, I felt his finger forcefully shove into my anus. My buttocks throbbed with pain, and I couldn't help but cry out. My anus instinctively tightened around the intruding finger. I heard the boss's breathing become heavy; he was breathing heavily on my back while gently slapping my buttocks with his other hand. "Relax," the boss said breathlessly. I clenched my anus tightly, trying to prevent the finger from going in. In fact, the surgery I'd just had that morning, especially the wooden plug, had abraded my sphincter muscles, making them extremely sensitive, even though it hadn't broken the skin. I'd cried out in pain when I went to the toilet that night. Now, with a finger suddenly inserted, my anus felt like it was on fire. I gripped the sheets tightly, crying out, "Uncle, please don't put it in anymore! I can't take it, it hurts!" "Don't move," the boss said, pushing his finger in a little further. I arched my body forward, trying to get rid of the pesky finger, but the boss's hand gripped my waist like an iron clamp. I tried to struggle again, but suddenly the boss grabbed my hair tightly and twisted my face back to face him. I clutched my hair in pain as he pulled his fingers out of my anus, grabbed my chin, and stared at my face. Tears blurred my vision as I looked at him; his face was contorted with a savage grin, his eyes bloodshot. "Listen," he said, "don't resist, or I'll kill you, and your father too. He begged me to take you in." The boss had always been a mysterious figure to me. Aside from the day my father pleaded with him to take me in, I rarely saw him. Even when we did, he always had a haughty air about him, which filled me with a mixture of respect and fear.But the people below often talked about him. It was said he was extremely strict, especially towards us children. Once, a child prostitute was beaten to death by his men for disobeying him. The boss found someone to take the blame, but the backroom deals and bribes at every level severely damaged his finances, forcing him to leave Pattaya and dedicate himself to training ladyboys from a young age. "Don't cry!" the boss commanded. I stopped sobbing, and he smiled smugly, pressing my face close to his and beginning to kiss my lips. My first reaction was disgust. His lips were black, thick, and large, reeking of cheap tobacco and alcohol. My small hands pushed against him, trying to escape his fat lips. Suddenly, a burning pain shot through my buttocks, accompanied by a sharp cracking sound. The boss continued kissing me, a deep growl emanating from his throat. Many years later, I still clearly remember that sound. Under the threat of that sound, I was forced countless times to become a plaything beneath his obese body. Later, when I was with Ling Wei, she had to give away that bulldog for my sake. I hated the dog's appearance and couldn't stand its growling at me; that muffled growl was exactly like the boss's. Speaking of Ling Wei, I don't know whether to call her "he" or "she" in Chinese, but for us, it doesn't really matter. Yes, we are both ladyboys. I really dislike that term; it's the Hong Kong way of calling us, and it sounds awful. I think it means we're half human and half ladyboy. Actually, in Thai, it's called "grbtebi," which doesn't have that meaning. Ling Wei is different from me; she's a "woman in red," selling her art, not her body, which is much better than us ladyboys. The boss's growl made my body tense up, and I dared not resist any longer. The boss snorted twice and stuck his thick tongue into my mouth. I kept my mouth tightly shut, but I couldn't resist that powerful tongue at all. My lips were forced apart, and I felt the boss's tongue greedily exploring my mouth like a brush, constantly trying to force its way between my pearly white teeth. The boss kept sucking, and my lips felt a sharp pain, even starting to feel numb. Soon, his saliva mixed with mine and dripped down the corners of my mouth. A hand forcefully pinched my chin, causing a sharp pain in my jaw, forcing my mouth to open. The boss's tongue took the opportunity to slip into my mouth. My mouth was small, slightly curved, and was filled to the brim by the boss's tongue, causing a tearing pain at the corners of my mouth. Soon, my mouth was easily invaded as well, and my tongue was sucked in, tightly enveloped. After a while, my tongue was pushed back, and the boss's tongue went straight into the depths of my mouth, even touching my throat. I felt nauseous, and suddenly spat out his tongue, gasping for breath. The boss laughed heartily, and before I could even catch my breath, he pulled me into his arms. He wasn't tall, but he was very obese; to me at that time, he looked like a Vajra statue in a temple. I was forced to lie against him, my body sinking into his fat. Fat people tend to sweat, and in the sweltering Thai heat, his body was greasy. I felt disgusted, but dared not resist, so I tried to move as far away from him as possible. The boss sensed my thoughts, and his two thick arms tightened around me, almost suffocating me against his chest. My small breasts pressed against his ribs, causing a painful pressure. I used my slender arms to support myself, twisting my body to escape. Just as I moved down a little, I felt something hot press against my buttocks. The boss chuckled, pressing me down onto his hips. I knew it was the boss's penis. I had never been in contact with an adult man's body before, let alone seen an erect penis. The sudden contact sent a shiver down my spine, like an electric shock, and I dared not move. That thing burned my genitals like fire, passing through my anus and perineum. A flame burned beneath me. I looked down; the tip of it resembled a large purple bud, touching my penis. A little sticky, clear fluid oozed from the opening. I instinctively felt fear, tears streaming down my face. I twisted my hips, trying to escape the flame. The boss seemed to enjoy it, squinting and humming softly through his nose, sometimes pressing my body against his penis. Each time, the thing between my legs would twitch violently, and the boss's groan would grow louder. Seeing that I didn't resist anymore, the boss grabbed my breast with one hand and reached for my buttocks with the other, continuing to insert his fingers into my anus. With the intrusion of his fingers, the burning pain returned. But the pain from being spanked on my buttocks hadn't subsided, so I dared not resist his actions, only able to tightly close my eyes and endure it all. Perhaps it's because of my weak personality; I always passively accept external assaults. In my later life, many people adored my weakness and submissiveness, but some preferred to provoke and humiliate me in various ways, venting their lust on me. When Ling Wei was with me, she would always arouse my desire first, and when I was unable to stop, she would find ways to torture me, leaving me unable to escape, and making me beg her in every way. After the passion subsided, she would caress me passionately, kiss my entire body, and pamper me as much as possible. Ling Wei even filmed us making love. In those videos, I was lying on the bed like a horse, my neck bent backward, my curly hair tangled like a snake, my eyes half-open and half-closed, my gaze hazy like mist, my red lips parting and parting, mumbling something indistinctly, my delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if enduring, or perhaps anticipating something. But at that moment, all I felt was fear and pain. I once told Lingwei that I wished I could give her my first time. Lingwei hugged me and earnestly told me that she never saw things that way. She said that without my pain back then, the feeling now wouldn't be so good. She might be right, but those who haven't experienced all of this can't understand how I felt. For a 16-year-old, it all came too early, too suddenly, and too painfully. [The End]

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