The experience of being a girl

My name is Wang Ziwei, and I'm a third-year student in Class 2 at Tiandao Junior High School.
Today, the boys in my class were teasing Meiqi again. Since Meiqi transferred to our class last year, she's often
the target of our bullying. The boys all guess that she probably has an F-cup! Every time they see her uniform shirt,
it looks like it's about to burst open. The game everyone likes to play is guessing the color or style of her underwear. Because
whenever you pass by her, you can see it clearly from the neckline.
—"Pink with lace trim!" —I whispered to the other boys. —
"How is that possible? She's never worn pink." Ada said disbelievingly. Because I was the only one who guessed
pink today, and everyone placed bets, no wonder no one believed me. So I volunteered to take a picture with my phone and show
it to everyone. As for why I guessed pink, it's because I saw it this morning on my way to school!
This morning, I rode my bicycle past Meiqi, and I deliberately slowed down. Through the collar of her shirt, I could clearly
see her F-cup breasts and pink lace bra. Of course, I confidently walked towards Meiqi and quickly
took out my phone to take a picture. When I put my phone back in my pocket, I won a cheer from the male classmates.
Meiqi was stunned for a few seconds before realizing what had happened. Her eyes were filled with tears, and she tugged at her collar, almost
crying.
I ignored the other girls' gazes and happily welcomed my victory.
(2)
After school, I rode my bicycle home, happily thinking about today's victory. I won a total of 1200
yuan, which was really great.
Just as I parked my bicycle and was about to get my keys to go home, Chen Meiqi and another classmate, Fang Wanting, stood
in front of me.
They had actually changed out of their school uniforms in a short time and even put on light makeup.
Fang Wanting was a recognized beauty in the class. She was 168 cm tall and had big wavy hair. Although she was usually
very quiet, she looked like a glamorous girl. She was wearing a pink halter top and black
hot pants. Meiqi was on the voluptuous side, wearing a black leather strapless dress, her F-cup breasts almost spilling
out.
I smiled, not intending to pay them any attention; after all, I had done something wrong today and was planning to slip away.
Suddenly, Fang Wanting reached out to block my way, gave me a flirtatious smile, and walked to my side, saying, "
Wang Ziwei, why are you in such a hurry?" I smiled back, preparing to push her aside and quickly hide home. I wasn't afraid of the two
girls , but if they sent someone to gamble with me, I would be in extreme danger right now, and I had to get out of there quickly
. My hand had just risen, not even touching Fang Wanting's shoulder, when she suddenly pulled her shoulder back, causing
my palm to miss. Then she swiftly grabbed my wrist, pulling and twisting me to the ground.
Strange, how did Fang Wanting know kung fu? I didn't have time to think much before I heard Fang Wan say—Meiqi, now 's the time
—I was pinned to the ground, and Meiqi grabbed my hair and pulled my head up. A strong beam of
light shot from Meiqi's palm into my eyes, making me want to close them. But no matter how
hard I tried , I just couldn't close my eyes.
(3)
"Want to close your eyes? Don't struggle. The more you struggle, the less you can close your eyes. Try it if you don't believe me,"
Meiqi said to me in a warm voice. Actually, I had already tried many times without her saying so.
Now all I could see was a white blur. I could only hear Meiqi's voice continuing to ring in my ears.
"Wang Ziwei, I'll count to five in a bit. When I count to five, your senses and consciousness will still be very clear,
but you will be completely unable to control your body. Your body can only follow my instructions."
I suddenly felt a sense of fear, like the hypnosis I had seen on TV before. The hypnotized
person could only follow the hypnotist's instructions. Could it be that Meiqi knew hypnosis and was going to use it to take revenge on me?
"Five, four!" Meiqi's gentle and slow voice pierced my mind.
Oh my god! I must resist him. I don't believe he can hypnotize me.
"Three, two! All your muscles are completely relaxed. You can't exert any strength."
With Meiqi's voice, my body went completely limp. When Fang Wanting released his hand, I
suddenly realized that I could no longer jump up to resist them. My body was completely limp on the ground.
"One! Wang Ziwei, you are completely hypnotized. From now on, when I say 'gentle and graceful,' you
will immediately enter this hypnotic state, retaining your own consciousness and senses, but you can only obey my commands. Only
when I say 'honest and trustworthy' can you control your body."
I couldn't stand up at all. I could feel the wind and the temperature, but I couldn't move
my body. I was a little panicked!
"Now Wang Ziwei is honest and trustworthy."
I can move now. I quickly sit up and glare at Meiqi, asking him,
"What did you do to me?"
Meiqi smiled easily and replied, "You've been hypnotized!"
"Help me recover quickly, or I'll be rude to you."
Just as I was about to raise my fist to hit someone,
"Gentle and graceful."
I suddenly became like a robot that had lost power and couldn't move at all.
"Wang Ziwei, don't be too impulsive. Help us with our bags and come home with us!"
I don't want to!! Although I didn't want to, I couldn't control my body at all. I went over and picked up their
bags , following Meiqi's footsteps to her house.
(4)
Meiqi lived in a suite in a building in the city center. After opening the door, what came into view was a double bed with pink lace trim
. There was a snow-white teddy bear next to the bed. The room's layout was "
probably . I said "should" because I couldn't properly observe the room. I'd only
been inside a short while when Meiqi gave me her instructions.
"Now, I want you to put your bag down and lie down on the bed."
Lying on a girl's bed would normally make me extremely happy, but at this moment, I
felt only fear. I couldn't refuse her instructions at all. After putting down their bags, I went straight to
the large pink bed and lay down.
"Wang Ziwei, great! You'll gradually feel that following my instructions makes you very happy. Because
you're supposed to follow my instructions, and obeying them will make you feel calmer, right?"
I had to resist her. I believed hypnosis could control my body, but it couldn't control my thoughts!
Meiqi climbed onto me and sat there, looking into my eyes and commanding, "Say it to me once: obey Meiqi's orders,
I'm so happy!" Good
heavens, my mouth involuntarily repeated,
"...obey...Meiqi's...orders, I'm so happy!" As soon as I said it, my
head seemed to explode, as if I'd been electrocuted. A feeling of joy spread through me; it felt
so easy, obeying someone's orders felt so liberating.
"It feels so easy, so comfortable, right?"
I nodded gently. Suddenly, all the fear vanished, and I lay relaxed
on Meiqi's bed. I even felt a little anticipation, hoping Meiqi would give me more instructions.
Meiqi remained seated on me. I saw him give me a slight smile and then tell me,
"Ziwei, from now on, your name will be Ziwei, remember?"
I nodded. It felt a little strange; using this name seemed a little off, but I was still
very happy. Whatever Meiqi told me, I would happily obey him.
Meiqi winked at me. "Ziwei, I'll count to three in a bit. You can close your eyes, and you'll enter
a deeper hypnotic state. In that state, you'll fully accept my advice. Even though
you won't remember anything I said when you wake up, my advice will be deeply imprinted in your
subconscious , and you'll happily follow it, right?"
Strangely, Meiqi's words sounded so natural. I nodded, feeling quite happy!
I only remember being woken up again after Meiqi counted to three. Did Meiqi give me any advice
? Why did she tell me to open my eyes so soon after I closed them?
"Ziwei, wake up! You can sit up after you open your eyes!"
When I sat up, I saw Fang Wanting and Meiqi standing opposite me, smiling. Fang Wanting
was still wearing her pink halter top and black shorts. Meiqi was still wearing her black strapless dress. Looking at
them, I suddenly felt a little envious. They looked so cute dressed like that. If I had the chance to wear something like that, would I be just
as cute?
But I'm a boy, how could I possibly have the chance to look so pretty
? Oh well! Never mind! I'm too lazy to think about it anymore!!
"Ziwei, how are you feeling? Do you feel refreshed and energetic?"
"Yeah!" I stretched, feeling very comfortable, and then I suddenly remembered something. "Wanting,
should I ask you for some 'vitamins'?"
Wanting smiled. "Wow! Ziwei, you're so great! You remembered! Here you go."
After I took a bottle full of pills, I realized that Wanting's voice had a slightly childlike quality.
It sounded so cute, I was so envious!!
Strange, I'm a boy, how come I was envious of their clothes just now, and now I'm envious of Wanting's childlike voice?
Sigh!!
After Meiqi and Wanting saw me off from their apartment, I realized it was already evening. I remember
when I went to Meiqi's house, it was only a little after 4 pm! Now it's already 7:30 pm. I glanced
at the watch on my wrist.
It wasn't my old electronic diving watch anymore. Now I was wearing the silver
bracelet-style women's watch that Wan Ting had just given me. The dial was delicate and small; at first glance, you might mistake it for a pretty bracelet, but
it was actually a beautiful and elegant watch! Wearing it made me feel graceful
yet capable. Receiving this gift was probably the happiest thing that happened to me this year.
It was a million times better than my old, ugly electronic diving watch.
Suddenly, my cell phone rang. It was Mei Qi calling.
The thought of hearing Mei Qi's voice made me quite happy. After I answered,
"Zi Wei? Are you happy to hear my voice?"
"Yes! Very happy," I replied with a smile.
"Zi Wei, I want you to go back and be 'Prince Wei' for a bit."
What? I didn't quite understand what Mei Qi meant.
"Zi Wei, honest and straightforward," Mei Qi said, and then the phone hung up. "Beep..."
Suddenly, I was startled and almost fell over.
Strange, why is it dark!
I remember it was only a little past 4 o'clock when school ended. Where did I go? How come it's dark all of a sudden, and
it's already 7:30! I looked at the silver watch on my wrist. This watch is a bit unfamiliar. It looks like a girl's watch .
Oh well, where's my original watch
? Oh well! This watch looks quite classy. I looked at it from left to right and thought I liked it quite a bit. Although I
'm a boy, it's normal for me to wear a girl's watch!
Let's go home!
(5) Envy
"Wang Ziwei, if you doze off again, you'll have to stand outside the classroom as punishment." The teacher
woke me up with an impolite voice. The classmates couldn't help but laugh. It's only the second period of the morning, and I've already been woken up by
the teacher 3 times. Even I think it's ridiculous. Why am I so sleepy today?
After being woken up by the teacher, I straightened my back and rubbed my chest. This morning when I woke up, my chest
felt hot and swollen, which was uncomfortable. I wasn't feeling well either; I could barely concentrate on the teacher's lessons, and I
kept feeling dizzy, wanting to just close my eyes and slump over the desk.
I finally made it to lunchtime and swallowed two vitamins, hoping that would help! I
had no appetite at all at lunchtime; I only ate a few bites of my lunchbox before throwing the rest in the waste bin. The boys
were still trying to tease the girls, but I wasn't interested at all, so I made an excuse to go for a walk.
Walking under the school corridor, the bright sunlight shone on me, and my silver watch gleamed
. Although it was a women's watch, it looked quite nice on me.
The girls on campus were chatting in small groups during their lunch break. Although everyone was wearing uniforms,
each person's clothing was slightly different, revealing their individual characteristics. These were things I
had .
A girl in pink sneakers was happily chatting with another student in purple socks. Three girls under the tree
were talking about last night's TV program. It was clear their uniforms had been altered; the waists had been fitted,
and their busts had been enhanced, making their figures appear more defined. One of them wore a purple bracelet on her left wrist, and another
's skirt was altered to be very short, revealing her long legs.
She looked quite good in it; I wonder if it would look good on me.
However, I'm a guy. Thinking about it is fine, but actually doing it seems a bit inappropriate. Besides,
although my legs are quite shapely, I still have a bit of leg hair. Sigh!
Two girls walked by in the corridor. They both had long hair. The one on the left had a romantic, big
wave perm, tied in a ponytail with a pinkish-orange hair tie, and the rest of her hair casually flowed over her shoulders, dancing
with her steps—it was really beautiful.
I used to think all girls were the same, but today I realized that subtle differences can create completely
different atmospheres.
The boys' clothes, on the other hand, are so monotonous, so tacky and ugly. Girls' clothes are so much better.
As I walked, I couldn't help but rub my chest again. Besides the hot, swollen feeling, there
was also a slight itching sensation near my nipples.
I'm already quite thin, but now my chest feels a little swollen. Rubbing it
makes it feel a little better, but after a while, the hot, swollen feeling returns, and it seems like it's getting even more
swollen the more I rub it.
I was just considering whether to go to the infirmary to ask the nurse. Fang Wanting called out to me from behind.
"Wang Ziwei, where are you going?"
"N-nothing..." Seeing Fang Wanting, I suddenly felt a sense of fear.
Fang Wanting's hairstyle was also big, wavy curls, dyed a little brown. She didn't tie it up,
letting her hair fall freely down her back.
I don't remember ever speaking to her, partly because she was usually quiet, and partly because her status as a transfer student made
her difficult to approach. Or rather, it wasn't that everyone was unapproachable; she was quite close to a few girls,
Chen Meiqi being one of them.
"Why do you look scared when you see me?" she smiled at me.
"I...I'm not..." I stammered.
"Come on, follow me."
I unconsciously followed Wanting's steps. Walking behind her, I smelled a faint floral fragrance.
It must be the scent of shampoo! Girls' shampoo smells so good! How nice!
"Do you like the scent of my shampoo?" Wan Ting seemed to have noticed my thoughts. She turned around and said to me,
"I can give you a bottle!"
"Thank you!" I was so happy. I could use such a great shampoo!
She led me to a secluded corner at the back of the classroom, a place where no students usually passed by. She
suddenly turned and looked into my eyes.
"Wang Ziwei, gentle and refined."
It was like a jolt of electricity struck me. I was shocked for a moment, but quickly regained my composure.
"Hello, what's your name?"
"I... I'm Ziwei!" It was strange that Wan Ting knew so clearly. Why did she ask me like that
? "Ziwei is great! She's a good girl!" Wan Ting gave me a warm smile. I thought, Wan Ting must be
a good friend.
"Ziwei, are you feeling uncomfortable today?"
"Hmm! My breasts feel a little warm and swollen." I suddenly remembered that Meiqi had instructed me, "I
've been following your instructions today, massaging my breasts whenever I have a chance."
"How's the result?"
Wanting immediately reached out and grabbed them. "Not bad, you should be able to reach an A cup by tonight, are you happy?"
"Hmm!" I didn't expect the vitamin to be so effective, I'm so happy.
"Let me massage them for you too!"
Before I could refuse, Wanting gently massaged my small '
breasts , a strong tingling sensation emanating from my chest.
She gently and softly circled, slowly massaging the tender flesh of my chest. I closed my eyes, my mouth slightly open.
That comfortable feeling was completely different from doing it myself, I gasped, and almost
fell over . So embarrassing, my face must be flushed!
"So Ziwei is this sensitive!" Wanting teased me softly. "If you like it, we can come here every
noon , and I'll give you a massage!"
"Okay!!"
Strange, why is it dark again?
It was only a little past four when school ended, I must be too tired! Where did I go? How did it get so dark so quickly
?
I'm holding a new pink phone in my hand. I think I just finished talking to someone, but I ca
n't remember ! And it's already 7:30! I look at my new phone, a pink phone with a string of crystal
pendants. It's clearly the kind of phone girls carry, but it's mine! When did I buy it?
I can't remember! But this phone is so cute, looking at the rhinestones on it makes me happy.
Never mind! I should go home!
After getting home, I idly flipped through my textbooks, and couldn't resist turning on my computer to browse various websites.
Today, I suddenly really wanted to look at clothing websites, websites I'd never visited before.
I always thought browsing clothing websites was boring, it's more exciting to just search for pictures of beautiful women.
Today, after opening a series of websites, I realized how amazing they are! All sorts of
clothing are categorized: cocktail dresses, long skirts, short skirts, tops, dresses. It's so great for girls; their clothes
have so much variety, unlike the monotonous and boring clothes for boys.
I found a website specializing in cocktail dresses and admired each one page by page. Suddenly, I felt incredibly
envious. Why don't I have the chance to dress so beautifully?
If I could, I really hope to have the opportunity to wear beautiful cocktail dresses to
a party with my girlfriends. When I think of girlfriends, the image that pops into my mind is actually Chen Meiqi and Fang Wanting—it's so
strange ! First, I'm not close to them, and I even teased Meiqi a couple of days ago, which still makes me feel guilty. Second, I'm a guy; I should be thinking of my buddies, not my girlfriends! Ta-da! My clock has already struck nine. Oh well! Forget it, I'll go take a shower first! I didn't turn off the computer! I went straight into the bathroom and turned on the hot water; I wanted to take a bath today. While the hot water was running , I carefully washed my face, unlike usual when I just grabbed a towel and dried it off! After washing my face, the hot water was ready, and the whole bathroom was filled with steam. Through the steam, I saw a beautiful girl's face , and I was startled. I rubbed my eyes and looked again; it turned out I was seeing myself in the mirror. My own face.

I seem to have become more delicate and gentle! Is it because of the vitamins? The steam in the bathroom also
made my cheeks and lips look rosy, making me look quite like a girl.
It's just a pity that a delicate face alone isn't enough to wear a pretty little dress. A little dress would show off
long, slender legs, and I've always thought my legs were pretty good, long and beautiful. But I
have so much leg hair, so dark and unkempt—how can I wear a little dress like that?
I glanced at my legs.
Wait,
where's my leg hair?! My leg hair is gone! Now it looks as
clean and smooth as a girl's long, beautiful legs. I bent down and checked again with my hand—it's true, all the leg hair is gone. And my legs feel so smooth and delicate
to the touch , a slight tickling sensation where I touched them.
"Hmm…" I couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
I didn't dwell on where my leg hair went! Instead, a feeling of happiness rose within me—this meant I had
a chance to wear a little dress!
But my happiness didn't last long before I felt sad again!
Although my waist has always been slim and I don't have a belly, my waist and legs should be
fine . But I'm a guy with no chest, and pretty little dresses are often low-cut, showing off a beautiful
cleavage, but I...
I subconsciously rubbed my chest again. My pectoral muscles seem to have grown quite a bit today, but strangely,
they're not hard muscles. They're soft and fluffy around my nipples, and they feel
warm swollen. All day today, I kept unconsciously rubbing 'it'.
During the day at school, I rubbed it through my clothes, but it always felt like scratching an itch in a hidden spot, not reaching the most comfortable place.
Now, I'm standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror, one hand on one breast, slowly
pushing, pressing, squeezing, and pinching from the outside in... "Mmm..." I groaned softly again. How could it feel so good?
I closed my eyes and quietly enjoyed the massage my hands were giving me.
"Mmm...! Ugh...!" The uncomfortable, swollen feeling was gone. With my own pushing, pressing, squeezing, and
kneading... the tingling, numb sensation that reached my bones almost made me collapse.
A surge of heat gradually rose from my lower abdomen.
"Ugh...! So hot...!"
My nipples were hard and engorged. I slightly opened my eyes and saw myself in the mirror: flushed cheeks,
slightly parted lips, looking exactly like a young girl experiencing the stimulation of her body for the first time. I didn't have time to think about the changes in my
face because an even more surprising scene appeared in the mirror!
'Cleavage'!
I actually had cleavage in the mirror.
My breasts had grown much larger, and with my own massage, from the outside in... I could actually 'squeeze' out
cleavage!
The steamy bathroom, the heat from my lower abdomen almost melting me, and the visual
stimulation I saw in the mirror, I couldn't distinguish anything anymore!
I saw hands in the mirror kneading those small, newborn white rabbits.
"Ugh...! So good...!"
I saw my index finger in the mirror and couldn't help but lower it, slowly moving it towards my pink, erect nipple.
"Ahhh...ahhh...ahhh...!" I screamed, unable to take it anymore.
Pleasure exploded in my brain; this was a stimulation I had never experienced before. My left index finger rubbed my
left nipple, while my right hand and thumb gently pinched my right nipple.
"Ah...!" I collapsed onto the floor, groaning loudly, a jolt of electricity coursing through my body. "Ugh...
I can't take it anymore ...!" My muscles trembled, tense. The stimulation of my breasts by masturbation was making me feel numb,
and the kneading of my nipples was making me...
"Mmm...! Mmm...! Ah...!"
I climaxed! I climaxed!!
Why was I lying on the floor, enjoying the climax brought to me by my breasts and nipples? It was a bit inexplicable,
but I couldn't think about it anymore!
This was a completely different kind of climax from masturbation. I lay diagonally on the floor, my hands no longer able to
rest on my breasts and nipples. My whole body relaxed! My mind went blank! The heat after the climax
made the floor feel cool and comfortable, not cold at all. I lay on the floor enjoying
the afterglow of the climax, feeling relaxed and comfortable. There was no emptiness after masturbating, my heart
was full and I felt very comfortable.
(7) Women's Clothing
Where am I? I felt a glimmer of light, but I didn't know where I was
. I tried to look down at my feet.
They were brown shoes. But, no, they were riding boots, women's riding boots.
The outside of the boots was decorated with two long tassels, and the top of the boots reached my calves. They were turned outwards with white fur
lining.
I walked towards the light. There was a mirror in the light. The blurry image in the mirror
gradually became clearer as I walked.
The girl in the mirror had long brown hair and was wearing a pink long-sleeved jumpsuit with a hood,
pockets on both sides, and the cuffs and hem were gathered, perfectly covering her buttocks and revealing her long thighs.
"Is this me?"
Brown riding boots, long legs, and a pink, bodycon long t-shirt—it looked like a casual
dress . The girl in the mirror made my heart flutter.
I looked down at my pink dress, then raised my hands to examine them. Slender hands
emerged from the ribbed cuffs, their manicured nails painted a light pink.
Is this me? Why am I wearing this? It was all dark. Where am I?
"Thump, thump, thump, thump..." The deep bass of music came from ahead again. I was
involuntarily drawn to it.
There was a dance party ahead, and the bass made my heart race. Suddenly, I realized I
was dancing, dancing with someone.
My partner was a girl.
I thought I was already daring enough by showing my thighs, but the girl opposite me was wearing a black
dress with a deep V-neck revealing a deep cleavage. She swayed her hips to the rhythm of the music,
the hem of her dress billowing in the air.
"Don't just stare! You're totally mesmerized!" The loud music made her almost shout at me.
She pulled me closer, whispering in my ear, "Let's dance!"
She was shorter than me, so she guided me to place my hands on her shoulders. Standing so close, I could
clearly feel her breasts heaving with each breath. She held my buttocks,
swaying with me to the music, left and right, drawing us closer and closer.
Her hands, which had been on either side of my buttocks, gradually moved behind me, pulling me closer and closer until our
lower bodies were completely pressed together.
I smelled the fragrance of her hair, a familiar scent. I saw her beautiful cleavage, and
felt the passion of her swaying. A sudden surge of excitement made me realize the presence of my penis, which was already
erect.
"What should I do?! I'm wearing a short skirt!!" The thought filled me with fear.
The girl dancing with me seemed to sense this too; she smiled gently at me, looking into my eyes,
and softly kissed my lips. She leaned close to my ear and said,
"You're being naughty!" She hugged me tightly with her right hand, while her left hand slowly moved towards my sensitive penis. A
surge of heat rose from my body, leaving me bewildered.
"Beep! Beep! Beep!" The sound of a text message suddenly pulled me back to reality.
Oh my god! I actually fell asleep in the bathtub! I quickly got up and dried myself off! However, my body seemed
a little different. My chest was bulging, and even my butt seemed a little bigger, plus my
legs had lost their hair. I secretly did a leg-raising and butt-lifting motion, and in the mirror, I almost looked like a girl.
"So happy." I didn't notice anything wrong with my changes, and all I wanted to do was check my text message.
It was a text message from Fang Wanting, just a simple "Open your backpack!"
Strange, how did she know my phone number? I didn't think too much about it, but it just felt strange. Because of the surprise after
opening backpack, I couldn't think about this question.
There were no textbooks in my schoolbag, only a plastic bag. Inside the bag was a letter that read:
"Hello, here's the beauty of your dreams, put it on!
Since you're a 'new girl,' it'll be best to dress conservatively for now!
Just , and remember to wear the underwear you carefully prepared to flatter your figure! Remember to
put on makeup after you're dressed!"... Ziwei
, how could this be? The bag contained that outfit, the one from my dream, and the exact same boots.
What's going on? And who is this Ziwei? She seems so familiar
. The main point is, I'm a boy, why am I wearing girls' clothes? And underneath, there's a vest-style
bra and white cotton panties.
But these clothes look so pretty. Anyway, I'm in my own room, it should
n't be a problem , right?
I actually convinced myself! Having just showered and being naked, I grabbed the white
panties and started putting them on.
"They're pretty much like men's bullet underwear!" I thought. But when the underwear was pulled up
to my bottom, I felt it perfectly covered my buttocks. Looking in the mirror,
my bottom seemed to be lifted up, appearing soft and rounded. I felt extremely satisfied.
The vest-style bra held my small breasts in place, and the cotton felt comfortable and relaxing.
In the mirror, my figure resembled that of a young girl just beginning to develop—a slender waist, a flat stomach, and small breasts.
I put on a pink long t-shirt and brown riding boots; everything felt so dreamy. I still remembered
admiring the girls' outfits at school this afternoon, and I remembered the jealousy and envy I felt. Unexpectedly, my
dream … My
bag also contained cosmetics and a brown wig. I put on the wig and sat in front of the mirror to put on makeup.
"Strange, makeup isn't difficult!" I felt like I knew exactly what to do;
there was no difficulty at all.
After finishing my makeup, I admired myself in the mirror again and again, so happy, so happy! I didn't notice that my
bedroom door had been quietly opened.
When I looked in the mirror, I saw a girl in a little black dress standing behind me.
My immediate reaction was to hide on the bed and cover myself with the blanket. What to do! Someone saw me dressed as a woman!
And the person who saw me was—
"Chen Meiqi"! She waved my key in front of my face. I was so scared
I didn't .
"You, you, how do you have my key!"
"You gave it to me!" she said casually. "To be precise, it was Ziwei who gave it to me!"
Boom!! Who is Ziwei? Who is she? Why does she seem so familiar?
Chen Meiqi's appearance made me unable to move. My mind raced, desperately trying to explain everything.
Meiqi proactively turned off the lights in my room, leaving only a sliver of light coming from the bathroom.
She turned on my stereo, put in a CD, and soon a deep bass sound filled the air
. The scenes from my dream all came rushing back! The girl in the black dress was
actually Meiqi. We hugged each other and shook our hips passionately.
This time, the feeling was more real and exciting than in the dream. The low-cut dress could hardly cover Meiqi's breasts. The
familiar scent of her hair, the heat of her body, the sensation of her fingers kneading my buttocks, all sent waves of tingling sensations
through me. I kept twisting my waist and hips in rhythm with her.
The difference was that after she gently kissed me, she squatted down and took my penis into her small mouth.
In the mirror, I saw a girl in a black dress squatting in front of the girl in pink.
The girl in pink had flushed cheeks and her lips were slightly open as she breathed heavily.
"Hmm...hmm...hmm..."
(8) What's wrong with me?
For the past week, I've been living in a daze. I often can't remember what I just did or where
I went Two or three hours would pass in the blink of an eye, but I couldn't remember what happened. This
isn't the strangest thing. The strangest thing is that my body has undergone a great change.
I used to be 172 cm tall, but I've been shrinking this week. I measured
myself and I'm only 162 cm now – 10 cm shorter! Plus, my appetite has been terrible lately
. I used to be able to eat two bowls of rice in one meal, but now I'm full after just two biscuits. So it's not just my height that's decreasing; my body...
My weight has plummeted; from 64 kilograms, it's now only 48 kilograms. Thankfully, I've been taking
vitamins regularly, so my energy levels have remained high. My complexion looks rosier than before, my skin is smoother, and
the lines of my face have become much softer. Comparing it to an old photo, I look so delicate now,
exuding a gentle and graceful charm. But that's not the biggest change; the biggest change is in my figure.
I haven't become a paper doll because of the weight loss. That's right, my arms and thighs have become slender,
no longer muscular, and my skin has a smooth, even texture. Also, my waist is smaller; it's now
only 24 inches. However, my bust and hip measurements are constantly increasing. I can feel my pelvic cavity
changing ; the changes in my bones have made my buttocks more pointed and rounded. I can no longer wear men's jeans; I can only wear
loose-fitting sweatpants, which only make my lower body lines more prominent. And my bust size…
is a C cup. Wow! I'm a guy, and I'm a C cup! Yesterday, a B-cup felt
a bit tight , but today a C-cup fits perfectly.
I'm standing in front of the full-length mirror in my room, trying on this C-cup bra. It's a 3/4
cup black bra with metal buckle straps. It provides good support and makes my breasts
feel comfortable . I remember a few days ago I didn't want to wear a bra out, but after a whole day of breast movement, it
started to hurt, so I figured it was better to wear one. Every
night when I get home, my bag is filled with all sorts of different women's clothes, and I've become obsessed with trying them on. It's become my biggest secret and ritual of the week. Every night after showering at 9 pm, I change into the new clothes that appeared that day, then sway my body in front of , admiring my alluring appearance. The clothes in my bag started with conservative long t-shirts that only revealed my long legs. Next came tight-fitting off-the-shoulder tops that accentuated my figure, paired with bohemian floral maxi skirts, mini skirt suits, and purple halter-neck dresses… My favorite was a black low-cut cocktail dress with strappy heels, showcasing my sexiness and elegance. I love fantasizing in front of the mirror about spending a wonderful night with a girl like that. Watching her caress , gently and slowly, I feel like I'm one with her. However, lately my erections have been getting worse; the girl in the mirror is already burning with desire, but my little brother is barely moving. Right now, I'm wearing a pinkish-yellow open-front lace deep V-neck top, low-waisted brown Roman-style high-heeled sandals. You know, if you don't have a great figure, this kind of top and shorts just won't look good. My open-front top revealed the metallic bra straps through my collarbone, the deep V-neck perfectly showcasing my beautiful breasts. My fair and rounded C-cup breasts, lifted and enhanced by the bra, created a sexy cleavage. I gently cupped my breasts with my hands, slowly vibrating them. Waves of excited stimulation emanated from my chest. My hands gently kneaded them, the soft touch on my fingers and the massage making my breasts feel soft and yielding. This double stimulation made me moan uncontrollably! "Mmm...so good!! How can this be, so soft." "Mmm...a little harder! Yes, this pressure is good, mmm...mmm...mmm...no, a little harder ...ah...!!" The heat coursing through my body made me want to caress myself further. I sat sideways on the floor. In the mirror, I saw my full breasts, my tight top revealing my flat stomach , and the mysterious area beneath my low-waisted shorts was so flat, thanks to my gradually shrinking penis and the very effective tight underwear. "Mmm...so beautiful, I want to have this girl." My left hand reached directly into my right breast through the V-neck, the direct stimulation sending me soaring to another peak. I couldn't take it anymore! How could it feel so good? Completely forgetting I was a boy, I just wanted to enjoy the sensitivity . My index and middle fingers attacked the pink bud in a circular motion, occasionally pinching it and flicking it gently. "Ah..." It was like being struck by an electric current, a kind of pleasure that a boy's dull body could never experience. Girls are so great, they can dress sexy, and their bodies are incredibly sexy. I wanted to climax, I couldn't hold back, I really wanted to climax. My left hand rubbed the bud on my breast, while my right hand reached between my legs to my private area, stroking it with my middle finger through my hot pants . The image in the mirror was incredibly lewd; the girl lying on the ground had a sexy figure, and if you didn't tell anyone, you would never know that there was a small penis below her flat pubic bone. The girl touched her , her excited moans filling the room. Her face flushed, announcing that she was fully aroused. I couldn't take it anymore! So hot! So good! I really wanted to rub my penis properly, to get to the peak. I put my hand inside my pants , and although it felt good and stimulating, my penis was still limp, and I couldn't grab it to rub. I could only continue to use my middle finger to press and knead my glans, just like rubbing a girl 's genitals. It wasn't erect, but waves of heat kept washing over me as I rubbed her genitals . "Ah...no! How can this be..." The pleasurable feeling made me accelerate, and I rubbed "No...no...oh...oh...so high..." I grabbed my breasts and pressed down hard on my 'penis'. "It's coming...it's coming...ah...ah..." A frenzied excitement surged through me, and I pressed my 'penis' tightly . "Ah...ah...it's coming, it's coming!! Ah...ah..." My mind went blank, and for a moment I didn't know where I was. A woman's orgasm was so amazing, and it kept going on and on. I gripped my sensitive areas tightly, afraid to rub them anymore. But the stimulation of the orgasm continued to rush through me, and the room was filled with my screams of orgasm . I lay on the floor trembling, letting my body lead my mind to peak after peak. I knew my genitals were wet, but I still couldn't get an erection! But this feeling was so good, wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. I was lost in thought...

I'm about to faint... I must be about to faint!
Suddenly,
"Beep! Beep! Beep!" The text message sound rang again!
(9) Out of control
I stood at the entrance of a building in the city center. This place gave me a very familiar feeling. I knew I
had been here before , but I couldn't remember when.
The ringtone of a text message just now pulled me back to reality from my fantasy space. When I heard the text message ringtone, I
was just annoyed that I couldn't continue to enjoy the joy of being a girl. But when I finished reading the content of the text message, I was terrified
.
It was a message from Fang Wanting. It was just a few words - "Come over now!", with a
picture of me in women's clothing attached. In the picture, I was wearing a pink long T-shirt and riding boots. The location was in my room. I was also smiling
playfully at the camera and making a "ya!" gesture.
Who took the picture for me? Why was it taken in my room? Why did the picture of me in women's clothing
get out? A strong sense of shame swept over me.
After calming down, I could finally think about why Fang Wanting had my photos. What did she want from sending them to me?
Was she trying to blackmail me?
Whatever her purpose, I had to face the situation. I couldn't let her spread my photos in women's clothing.
How could I face my classmates like that? Wouldn't I become the target of their ridicule? In any case, I had to change out
of my women's clothes, find her, and find out her purpose.
I took off my low-cut t-shirt and hot pants, leaving only a black bra and black panties. My soft C-cup breasts were tightly
encased in a black lace bra, making me look like a girl no matter how you looked at it. I should take them off and put on boys'
boxers , but... the bra supported my breasts, making me feel safe and comfortable.
The smooth touch of the black panties was much more comfortable than boys' boxers. Especially in the past week, my skin seemed to have become
smoother, and my pores had shrunk. Wearing boys' underwear was really uncomfortable.
As a result, I hadn't changed out of my women's underwear; I'd just put on a long-sleeved tracksuit and
stood at the entrance of this building. It should be fine, right? The loose tracksuit wouldn't be noticed!
Fang Wanting hadn't given me an address, but I found myself naturally drawn here. This building, this suite—
it felt so familiar. Had I appeared in a dream, or had I really been here before? My questions kept coming back. The blank spaces and amnesia
of the past few days, the changes in my body, the shifts in my mood—it all seemed related to this place.
What was wrong with me?
The tension, coupled with the uncontrollable situation, made me feel like everyone else. A gradual tension
transformed into waves of fear, until the door opened and Fang Wanting looked at me with a beaming smile. My
fear instantly reached its peak. I knew I was trembling because my voice was trembling.
"What...do...you want...to...do?"
"Come in first!" Meiqi's voice came from inside the room. She sat on the edge of a pink
double bed , speaking to me in a gentle, languid tone, "Come, sit next to me!"
I shouldn't have sat down, but when Fang Wanting took my hand and led me to sit between the two of them,
I couldn't resist at all and sat down with them on the edge of the bed.
"I..."
"Stop!" I opened my mouth to say one word before being interrupted by Meiqi's command, "You're 'not' allowed to speak now
! You can only speak when I give you permission later. Understand? Nod if you understand!"
Nod...I actually nodded! I didn't want to nod, I wanted to find out what was going on,
why they had my picture...I didn't want to nod. The shock in my heart made me want to scream, but the terrible thing was,
I couldn't even make a sound, let alone scream.
They smiled at me, looking very satisfied.
"Wang Ziwei, you can't speak or move freely right now, unless I tell you to
. Understand? Nod if you understand!"
"Why?!" I screamed inwardly, but my body nodded involuntarily.
"Don't be surprised, you're just hypnotized. Right now, your body
can't do anything except answer our questions honestly!" Meiqi said with a smile. "Have you been secretly
wearing girls' clothes at home these past few nights?"
Suddenly I felt so frustrated because I had indeed nodded honestly...
"Isn't the texture and feel of girls' clothes better?"
I nodded...
"Do you feel so beautiful when you wear girls' clothes?"
I nodded...
"You've fallen in love with the feeling of being a girl, haven't you?"
I nodded...
Just as I nodded, Meiqi gently kissed me. Her lips were so soft that I felt dizzy.
"Wang Ziwei, remember? You can't bully girls!" Fang Wanting
whispered in my ear in a cheerful tone. "Meiqi created a second personality inside you. She's been giving you high
doses . This week, we can clearly see your skin has become smoother, and your figure is
different!"
My mind raced through the events of the past week. I seemed to remember something that sent a chill
down my spine, making my whole body feel cold. But Meiqi's wet kisses grew even hotter. She held my lower lip,
gently biting it. Wanting continued to whisper in my ear. I felt
hot and cold alternately, my face flushing and then quickly cooling down.
"This is the best new drug right now, the fastest and most effective. Of course, the decline in erectile function is an
unavoidable side effect!"
Meiqi deftly parted my lips, easily melting my tongue. My head was buzzing,
and waves of heat slowly replaced the coolness in my body.
As my face flushed and my breathing became heavier, Meiqi shifted her attention to my left ear.
She leaned close, and together with Wanting, each took one earlobe into their mouth, gently nibbling and licking it
with their warm, wet tongues, a sensation so pleasurable it sent a shiver down my spine.
"Stand up!" Meiqi's command rang in my ear. Despite my reluctance, my body obediently complied,
and I stood up. "Now, take off those ugly clothes you're wearing!"
Oh no!! What I was wearing underneath… I can't take them off!!
The terrifying thing was, under Meiqi's gaze, my body didn't hesitate; I quickly and swiftly pulled off my sportswear.
She revealed her black bra and panties underneath. I came here today to resolve this matter, but why is the situation
getting worse and worse, getting more and more out of control? I wanted to find a hole to crawl into, or pretend this was a dream and wake up quickly.
But the coolness of the air against my skin, the sensation of my buttocks and breasts encased in my underwear, felt so
real. I should feel ashamed, I should even break down and cry. Perhaps I already have broken down and cried, but
my body doesn't belong to me now.
"Remember! This is how it feels when a girl is bullied," Wan-ting
said to me with a half-smile. Then she started taking off her clothes, revealing a set of underwear exactly like mine.
"Good girl, we won't let you lose it without ever having used it."
What does that mean? Lose what?
There was no extra time to think. Just as Wan-ting was down to her underwear, Mei-qi's instructions
rang in my ears again.
"You will feel an unprecedented excitement, nothing else will enter your mind, you will only want to make love, only want
to use your hard rod to bring Wanting to orgasm again and again." Meiqi gently gave the instructions, "
Wait when I count to five, the sensitivity of your entire body will reach its peak, your little brother will have one last erection,
it will be very hard and very full. At the same time, you can move your body again, but you have become
a sexual beast, you are both gentle and crazy, you only want to please yourself, you only want to please the beautiful Wanting."
"Five, four..."
What is this? A strong palpitation, I felt my lower body become hard, pressing against my underwear.
"Three..."
"Two..."
"One..."
I hugged Wanting tightly and kissed her wildly. I felt my hard lower body pressing against her.
We hotly took off each other's bras and underwear.
I need... I need to be with Wanting right away,
my penis entered her, and the room was filled with gasps, moans, screams, orgasms...
I couldn't tell which sound was whose anymore.
(10)
The man's penis was swallowing and spitting in and out of my mouth, making a constant "sizzling"
sound. My expression must be very alluring right now, as I lick his penis while watching his ecstatic
expression. I can feel that Ziwei is very happy. Naked, I rub against the man's feet. The man is excited, and
so is Ziwei. But I am trapped in this body and have no control over myself.
This man is my fourth customer today. He is a middle-aged man with a slightly protruding belly. I only know that his name is
Brother Da . He didn't say much else. After I entered this small room, he was in a hurry to do his business! This
has been going on for a week, and I still feel very uncomfortable. Every day from 3 pm to 3 am, I lose control of
myself , and Ziwei becomes the master of my body, bringing me to work at the company.
I am one of the many "beauticians" in the company. Although we are called beauticians, the male customers who come here all
know that we are just prostitutes for them to release their lust.
Here, I work 12 hours a day, serving an average of 10 different men daily.
For the past week, Ziwei has been enthusiastic and high-spirited with each client. She feels that serving clients
here is far more enjoyable than working as a betel nut girl on the street in vulgar, revealing clothes.
While betel nut girls' clothes are sexy, Ziwei dislikes those cheap, revealing styles. Working here,
she can choose her own clothes and constantly experience orgasms—ten
times more pleasurable for her!
But me, Wang Ziwei,
I'm trapped inside my own body. I see what Ziwei sees, hear what Ziwei hears, my body moves according
to her thoughts, my nerves are agitated by her intentions. But I know very well that I am a man, and I
cannot accept this situation. I'm extremely distressed!
Fortunately, last week when I was working as a betel nut girl, I was under Ziwei's control 24/7.
Now, after work, I can control myself, read some books I like, and listen to some music I enjoy.
But as soon as I start work, my suffering begins again. I shared in Ziwei's excitement with the man's
scent , experiencing wave after wave of orgasms in her body. But my emotions couldn't fully engage with
the experience; after all, I still had a man's heart. Especially the first time I performed oral sex on a man, I was utterly
terrified . Ziwei excitedly swallowed his penis, while I just wanted to vomit.
Compared to now, I'm a little envious of myself a month ago. Back then, I had just been hypnotized and controlled by Meiqi.
Although I was in a daze, feeling disoriented, at least I didn't feel trapped. I didn't get
dizzy or have my heart race at the smell of a man. Then my genitals would feel wet and itchy, and I'd desperately want someone to touch
them or insert a penis.
Yes, the smell of a man makes my genitals wet and I want to make love.
Now I have a beautiful little hole, full labia majora and labia minora that swell with blood at any moment.
I spend almost my entire workday in this wet and itchy state.
A month ago, I woke up in the hospital. At that time, my memory was still stuck in the passionate sex with Fang Wanting
. I only remember pushing my swollen penis into Fang Wanting's body again and again, our breasts swaying
with the passion of our lovemaking, the physical and visual stimulation leading me to orgasm after orgasm.
Then, I woke up in the hospital in pain.
The doctor used biotechnology to take my genes and create a complete set of female reproductive organs for me,
including ovaries and a uterus. The five-hour surgery made my lower body completely feminized. Now
, my body naturally secretes female hormones, no longer needing to rely on drugs. The doctor also told me
that people like us are particularly sensitive and have particularly strong sexual urges.
But I didn't care about any of that. I just felt frustrated as I looked at the surgical consent
forms I had signed myself. I knew it was definitely my handwriting. Because it must have been Ziwei who signed it.
The days immediately following surgery were incredibly difficult. The tear in my lower body was excruciating; for several nights
, I cried out in my hospital bed until the nurse administered anesthesia, allowing me to finally fall asleep peacefully.
During the day, a middle-aged woman would often visit me, keeping me company and talking. She had a deep, resonant
voice, and hearing it always made me feel warm and at ease. Even now, I often dream of her voice.
I cried in her arms like a girl, begging her to help me, to leave, to get me out of this
environment. But I didn't remember who she was, and I couldn't recall her appearance at all. I guessed that
hypnosis must have erased my memory.
The day before I was to be discharged, Ziwei suddenly appeared and took complete control of my body.
Ziwei was loyal to the "organization" and wanted to serve it. She took me and my body to the organization's dormitory
and began a week-long "betel nut beauty" career, donating every penny she earned to the organization, and it's been the same
ever since .
I have absolutely no idea what kind of organization it is, not a single impression of it. And now, I no longer
feel any strangeness or fear about this memory gap; I have long since succumbed to the power of hypnosis.
After a week as a betel nut beauty, the organization thought my (Ziwei's) performance was good and decided that, apart from the
12 hours of work, I could move freely for the remaining 12 hours without Ziwei's control. They transferred me to a higher-
level job as a sexy beautician, allowing me to enjoy the pleasures of lovemaking outside of work.
Ziwei was overjoyed, but I found it hard to accept, even though my body was already incredibly aroused!
Now, this man called Da Ge was lying on the bed, his penis swollen and erect. I was half-squatting,
twisting my hips, rubbing my labia against the head of his penis. I loved this feeling; the head
of his penis rubbing against the outside of my labia, this arousing sensation always made my lower body wet and my body unbearably hot,
wanting to quickly penetrate me to relieve the itch. But Ziwei still refused; she liked to tease, teasing Da Ge,
as if she were also teasing me inside.
Da Ge straightened his penis and tried to enter me. I felt the hot head of his penis slightly opening my vagina,
a tingling electric current making me moan.
"Ah..." I raised my buttocks. "Hmm... Brother Da... don't rush..."
I looked into Brother Da's eyes and asked him, "Hmm... Brother Da... do you want it?"
Brother Da nodded vigorously, afraid I wouldn't see.
"Then you're not allowed to move. I'll only let you in half a bit at a time. You can only go in completely after 10 times!"
I slowly squatted down, feeling the tingling and itchy sensation of my vagina being stretched open again.
"Ugh... Brother Da... you... you have to count! Otherwise... how will you know... how many times!"
I lifted my buttocks, pulled his penis out, and squatted down again, only letting the glans brush against my labia.
"One," Brother Da counted the first number with a comfortable expression.
"Two," I let his penis spread my vagina open again.
"Three," when the glans entered for the third time, I felt my labia were completely engorged and tingling.
"Four" It was greedily savoring the stimulation and excitement brought by the male organ.
"Five" The tingling sensation made me almost unable to hold on, wanting to sit down completely.
"Six" Ugh... um... I heard my own moaning, my hole wanted to take it all
in.
"Seven" I couldn't take it anymore, it was too stimulating, my juices were already flowing all over his penis.
"Eight" I was screaming, give it to me quickly, give it to me quickly!
"Nine" I couldn't hold on anymore, I wanted to fill my hole quickly, fill me quickly!
"Ten" I couldn't take it anymore, I couldn't hold on, my legs went weak... and I sat down.
"Ah..." I was filled, full, the hot penis trembling in my hole. I
squeezed it tightly, not wanting it to escape.
"Ah... Brother Da, why are you moving? Ah... Ah... Don't move! Ah... It's so tingling..."
"No... Ziwei... It's you, it's you moving!"
I actually involuntarily swayed my body up and down, welcoming its hot member.
"Ah... Brother Da, so... comfortable... Ah... Ah... faster! Ah..."
I fell into the vortex of sex, rising, falling, going crazy, dizzy.
(11) Contradiction
"It's so cute! When did you buy it? Why didn't you tell me?" I looked at Sister Ya-wen's new coin purse,
a pink and fluffy design, and couldn't help but exclaim.
"I asked you to go shopping yesterday at noon, but you refused to go out!" Sister Ya-wen played with her new
coin purse and said proudly. "You only know how to read books, be careful you don't become a bookworm!"
"It's really beautiful, Sister Wen, you should also check out 'Shantaram'!"
Sister Ya-wen and I sat in the cafe in the department store, eating the signature salad for lunch, and
happily chatting about the latest trendy items and gossip programs on TV.
Sister Ya-wen was still dressed as sexy and hot as ever, with Roman-style high-heeled sandals, a tight camel dress, and
long brown wavy hair, which always attracted the attention of many boys. And here she was, brushing off another
guy I was just wearing simple jeans and a t-shirt. The style was decent, but
next to the dazzling Ya-Wen, I was just an ugly duckling.
We both enjoyed these relaxed lunches, since we had to go to work at 3 PM. Once work started,
we were both controlled by another personality. After work, we'd be exhausted and collapse on the bed, so using
the time before work to relax was great.
Ya-Wen was another "girl" in the organization, living in the room next to mine.
During this time, she taught me a lot, including that we couldn't report to the police or
tell anyone outside the organization about our experiences. I didn't believe it at first, especially in my first few days as a beautician,
constantly seeing clients; I was almost on the verge of a breakdown. After I learned I had half a day of free time, I even asked her
to come with me to the police station. I wanted to report the incident and ask for help. She couldn't refuse, so she went with me, but she absolutely
refused to go inside the police station, only wanting to wait for me outside.
Having mustered the courage to report the crime, no matter how many times I tried—speaking or writing—I completely lost my voice at the first sign of
a key word . All I could do was giggle foolishly or
keep throwing flirty glances at one of the handsome policemen. When he asked to see my ID, I knew there was no hope!
Although I had an ID, it was a beautifully forged one. I was clearly a 16-year-old
ninth-grade boy, supposed to be in school right now. But my current ID showed a 19-year-old
girl… Wang Ziwei, a beautician. I even had a vocational high school diploma in cosmetology
and a technical license.
When the handsome policeman returned the ID, I continued to uncontrollably stare at him, my eyes gleaming with ambiguous desire.
His eyes made him shyly say to me, "Miss, I'm already married."
I was stunned! I quickly fled the police station.
My nonsensical performance was witnessed by Sister Ya-Wen, so when I walked out of the police station dejectedly,
Sister Wen laughed so hard she bent over, while I just wanted to chase after her and beat her up. From that moment on, we became good friends.
Actually, the dazzling her had a much worse situation than mine at the beginning! She had been in the group for three and a half years, working as
a betel nut beauty for two years, and was only promoted to beautician a year and a half ago. As for me, I had
only been a girl in the organization for three months, and only worked as a betel nut beauty for a week.
She said she must have committed too many sins to work as a betel nut beauty for two years. Once she told
me about her life during those two years, which I couldn't even imagine. No matter the weather, she always wore a short dress with no back
and a deep V-neck that went almost to her navel. In summer, my shoulders and back
would always be sunburned, red, and painful, often peeling. In winter, I couldn't wear a coat; a cold snap would leave
me frozen and purple. I was constantly being groped by passing drivers, and every hour I had to stand on the street dancing to
attract customers . My revealing clothes would expose me with even the slightest movement, and the low-cut necklines meant I couldn't
wear a bra. The only solution was to use tape to stick my clothes to my breasts to prevent exposure
while . But after a while, my skin became allergic, and for two years, my breasts were always red, swollen, and
painful. Or I'd dance in ill-fitting strappy high heels, leaving my legs covered in bruises.
I think I know most of what Ya-Wen is talking about, and I've experienced it all.
"It's a good thing you were only a betel nut beauty for seven days," Sister Wen often said to me earnestly. "Otherwise, you
'd have to be like me, constantly applying skincare products every day!"
"And Ziwei, not that I like to criticize you, but you can't always dress so casually when you go out!"
Sister Wen was always dissatisfied with my jeans and t-shirt outfits.
"Oh! Sister Wen, I really don't know!" I was actually conflicted. "Maybe I'm just lazy!"
"Ziwei, that little yellow dress we bought while shopping last time, your skin is so fair, it looks
really good on you!"
Yes, I also think that little dress looks good on me. This morning before leaving the house, I had an urge
to wear it. I looked at myself in the mirror for a long time, even matching my shoes and hair accessories! But then I felt
a sense of fear and took it off. I changed into more neutral jeans and a t-shirt.
"You're overthinking it! Nobody can tell!"
I know that even if I wore men's clothes on the street now, people would call me "Miss." But I was still
scared .
Working with Ziwei for a long time, I've gradually come to understand what it feels like to be a girl. I long to be cared for,
to be hugged, but I'm also terrified of men harassing me. Verbal harassment, physical harassment—it always makes me
extremely uncomfortable.
Yesterday, on the bus, a lewd bald man reached out and groped my butt.
It was disgusting! I kept trying to push his hand away, but he kept reaching back. I turned and glared at him fiercely
, but he pretended to be nonchalant and looked around. When I turned back, his hand was there again.
When I was a boy, I read those kinds of pornographic magazines, and the girls in them actually seemed to enjoy
it . But when it came to me, I just felt disgusted and hateful, and I just wanted to teach this man a lesson.
But even though I thought about it, I didn't dare. If I screamed or even called the police, what would people think of
me? Would everyone know I was sexually harassed? Maybe my photo would be displayed
alongside in the newspaper for people to see. How terrifying!
I hate the powerlessness of being a girl, always being controlled by others and often bullied; but on the other hand, I
love the feeling of being a girl—being treated with courtesy and respect, being cared for. I'm so conflicted!
Being a girl always requires spending so much time on hair, makeup, and even dieting to maintain my figure; yet wearing
all sorts of beautiful clothes and looking at my slender, sexy figure makes me genuinely happy! I really
feel so conflicted!
Being a girl is both joyful and exhausting.
This morning, I woke up crying, tears still welling up in my eyes.
Because I dreamed of that woman again,
the woman .
I cried as I told her about my grievances, how utterly disgusting that sleazy man was!
I cried as I told her about my helplessness, and how I also wanted to dress beautifully and go out!
But I was so scared, scared that one day someone would suddenly discover that I used to be a boy.
I kept crying and crying, clinging to her body, crying and crying!
Listening to her gently comforting me.
"It's good that you know, it's good that you know, everything will pass!"
(12) Life
"Ugh... Sister, you're squeezing me so tight, it feels so good." This skinny boy squinted his eyes and thrust
with great focus.
"Ah... Ah... Ah... So thick... So... Hot... Ah... Ah..." I felt his
acceleration, his penis swelling even more.
I could feel him scraping against my vaginal walls, teasing the layers of folds in my vagina. I was about to climax again, and
a frantic scream came from my mouth,
"Ah... Ah... Top... Top... I... I'm coming... I'm coming... I'm coming... Ah
... Ah..."
With his ejaculation, I trembled with pleasure, another climax made me dizzy and weak all over.
My vagina was contracting and releasing, sucking on his penis, which of course was not my doing, nor was it Ziwei's
intention . After the climax, Ziwei was just like me, weak and powerless.
Everything about her was like a little sister to us. She never let any man's penis go, squeezing
out every last drop of semen with every scrape and suck. And we were happy to lie there, enjoying the afterglow of our orgasms
.
As for the man on top of us,
he was definitely...
"Ugh... Ah..." Long, pleasurable moans escaped his lips.
"Hehehe..."
"Big brother, remember to come often!" I took his arm and smiled as I saw our tenth customer of the day
off downstairs.
Ziwei glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already 2:10 AM. At this time, the...
Usually, we'd just wait until the end of the workday, as there wouldn't be any more customers. So Ziwei went back to the break room, took out the romance
novel , and started reading with great interest.
As for me, although I didn't really like these fantastical stories, I really had no choice.
Before , whatever Ziwei read, I had to read too. Ziwei felt the tenderness of the male protagonist in the novel, fantasizing about
being held tightly in his arms. And inside her, my emotions involuntarily fluctuated, sometimes passionate, sometimes tender,
dancing gently.
Forced by Ziwei to read romance novels, and after reading for a while, I unknowingly changed
too . I gradually
became curious and envious of love, of roses, of being able to nestle in a man's arms.
Sometimes I would secretly laugh at Ziwei's foolishness. Women like us should be grateful to have reformed, what more
could we hope for !
Perhaps, this was also me laughing at my own foolishness!
More than a year has passed, time flies. For over a year, I haven't seen Chen Meiqi or Fang Wanting.
Since my surgery, they've vanished like they evaporated!
No, it's not them who disappeared. It's me, that innocent 16-year-old boy,
who play pranks on girls all the time.
After joining the organization, my entire past life disappeared, replaced by a 19-year-old
Wang Ziwei , with flowing long hair and a sexy, alluring figure. She's supposedly a beautician, but in reality, she's
a prostitute.
What kind of organization is ours? How can it have so much power to do so many things?
Who exactly are Chen Meiqi or Fang Wanting? Why could Chen Meiqi hypnotize me?
And what about Ziwei? I don't understand anymore. Am I Ziwei, or is Ziwei me? Which
soul truly exists in this world?
There are so many questions, I can't figure them out, and I can't remember anything.
I've discussed these things with Sister Ya Wen; her situation is the same as mine—a complete blank at crucial moments. He
told me he used to be a journalist, worked for several years, and his real name was Li Yawen. As for anything else related to the organization,
he and I were completely clueless, unable to remember anything.
The girls in the dormitory were all the same; they had all been men, hypnotized, and then disappeared from society.
No one suspected our presence, and no one noticed our disappearance. After joining the organization, they all worked as
betel nut beauticians for a while. Now they are all alluring beauticians, contributing money to the organization.
The girls had all sorts of speculations: some said the organization was a criminal gang involved in human trafficking; others said it
was actually a charity, specifically exploiting men to provide relief to the poor. These guesses were just casual
conversation , something to laugh about and then forget. No one knew the real answer.
Sister Yawen is gone!
Two months ago, I knocked on her door, intending to borrow a face mask.
Her door was ajar, and the room was empty, without even a single piece of clothing. Like the other seniors,
Sister Yawen disappeared without a word, as if she had never lived there.
The girls were still speculating. Some said she was old and no longer attractive, so she wasn't earning money and was kicked out of the organization! Others guessed
that her beloved man had paid to buy her freedom! ...In short, a whole bunch of random theories! After a while,
you get used to it . New girls always come in, and old girls always leave. Who knows when it will be your turn? Anyway, everyone
has been through that period of being a betel nut beauty, living a life out of control. Even if you die! Maybe it'll be happier.
I was quite sad about Sister Ya Wen's departure!
It was rare to have someone to talk to, someone to confide in, but she just left without a word,
without even a chance to say goodbye. No matter what the other girls speculated, I secretly hoped that she had found a good home and didn't have to
live ...
A knocking sound interrupted my thoughts and also interrupted Ziwei's novel.
The pimp, Xiao Chen, knocked on the door of the lounge and came in.
"Ziwei, the guest in room 6 has requested your service!"
Ziwei put down her novel, slipped on her two-inch heels that she had already taken off, and strode towards room 6.
Her mind was still replaying the image of the heroine in the novel, passionately kissing the hero in the water.
"Brother, thank you for requesting Ziwei's service!" I looked at this handsome man, his chin slightly
stubbled, and the strong lines of his face made my heart flutter. He looked just like
the male protagonist .
I walked to his chest, reached out to untie his dark red tie, and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt.
A distinctly masculine scent made my heart race.
Oh no! I'm wet! His body odor made even someone as experienced as me instantly wet down there, making me feel
like I was when I first started working!
A wave of shyness washed over me, and like a virgin experiencing love for the first time, my ears flushed red.
Afraid he'd notice my shyness, I lowered my head and asked, "Brother, has Ziwei ever served you before?"
Generally, clients who specifically request my services are usually regulars who have done it many times. But
this , I had absolutely no recollection of him. Anyway,
it's good to have something to talk about beforehand to ease my awkwardness.
"No, you haven't," a gentle, deep voice softly replied. "Ziwei, this is our first
meeting."
Wow! His voice is so magnetic, it's mesmerizing!
"Then how did you know to look for Ziwei? Was it a friend's introduction?"
He didn't intend to answer, just looked down at me.
When I looked up and met his eyes, I almost melted. His deep brown eyes whispered
tenderly , seducing my emotions, enticing me to move into his arms, enticing me to feel his warmth.
No! I need to be patient, think of something to talk about, think of something to talk about…
Just as I was about to speak again, he sealed my lips with his index finger, shook his head, and stopped me from speaking. His dark
brown eyes never left mine, as if trying to see through me.
“Thump, thump, thump, thump,” Oh dear! Quiet down, your heart is beating
so embarrassing!
He gently stroked my ear and held my head. I felt his fingers running through my hair and scalp,
sending goosebumps up my skin. I greedily inhaled his scent, a faint smell of sweat
mixed with the fragrance of soap, it smelled so good! It made me feel dizzy! I unconsciously wrapped my arms around his waist, feeling…
His strong muscles and body temperature melted me.
"Ziwei," his soft voice rang in my ear, "You're so beautiful!"
Boom! My heart was about to jump out of my chest! Although I've been with countless men, this was the first time a man had
praised me like this, "You're so beautiful..."
Oh! So shy! So shy! I buried my head in his chest and hugged him tightly! So...so...
so happy!
He lifted my chin and gently kissed me.
And his tie slipped from my hand.
(13) Excitement
Usually, men who come to such places of pleasure don't care about the girls' feelings, they just want to have a quick "do
it ". A few seem to value the girls, but to be honest, they just want to see the girls' expressions of intimacy to increase
their own excitement. At this time, if there are a few more excited moans, or
sweet words like "Brother, you're so thick, so strong...", it will guarantee that the man will be overjoyed and quickly ejaculate.
Although Ziwei was deeply passionate about sex, over the past year,
a sense of emptiness had begun to creep into her life amidst the constant orgasms. This emptiness intensified with each sexual encounter.
The physical heat and the impact of their bodies brought waves of wild excitement. Yet, each time a client left,
a profound sense of desolation followed. Regardless of the man's height, weight, wealth, or poverty, he would simply walk
away . Even those few regular customers were only attracted to Ziwei's body or her exceptional sexual skills.
Afterward, it was all the same: they would go back to their girlfriends for dinner, or go home to care for their children… and Ziwei was forever just a tool for
their sexual gratification.
Therefore, Ziwei turned to romance novels. The men in these novels were so affectionate, so respectful and protective
of women. They would protect her, chase away lecherous men, and go to great lengths to please her. Ziwei also
longed a man like that, someone who would hold her, solely to protect her and make her feel safe; someone who would kiss her, solely to express
his feelings and let her know that he deeply loved her.
Not someone who would hug her and then want to have sex…
Ugh!
And me? Perhaps influenced by Ziwei, or perhaps encouraged by Sister Yawen, half a year ago, I actually
accepted a boy's invitation and went on a date!
At first, it was good. He would tell jokes to make me happy and accompany me to the movies. I also put effort into dressing up,
becoming more and more beautiful, to please him and to make him look good in front of his friends.
But after we slept together, everything changed. Our dates always took place in his messy little
apartment . I was busy cleaning for him and buying him food. And he, either glued to his computer playing games, just wanted to pinch
and rub my nipples and then have sex with me.
During the time Sister Yawen left, I was in a terrible mood, feeling sad every day, and longed for someone to talk
to . I finally had a day off and went to see him, hoping he would accompany me for a walk and help me relax. But what did he do?
He couldn't resist me, and just as he put down his computer game, he pounced on me, pushed me to the ground, and forcibly kissed me.
I pushed him away forcefully and slapped him! I grabbed my bag, left his place, and never went back
!
I'm heartbroken, so heartbroken. Is this the fate of women? Are we destined to be appendages of
men, to live in their shadow?
We spend so much time and effort taking care of our bodies, making our skin soft and smooth, just to make men happy and
proud. We endure our periods every month, feeling uncomfortable and damp all day, just to bear
children and continue the family line.
God! Is a woman's life really this bitter?
Leaving him stunned, I slammed the door and cried all the way back to my dorm.
My girlfriends comforted me, but I was still crying uncontrollably, my makeup ruined!
And now,
this guest...
no! It's the man I'm holding, enjoying a gentle kiss. How strange, I couldn't feel his
desire .
Just as I instinctively opened my mouth, ready for a kiss, he slowly pulled away from my lips.
"Ziwei!"
he called out! He hugged me! He pushed me against his chest. He told me, "Don't be nervous!"
Pressed against his chest, I heard his heartbeat.
He patted my back gently, in rhythm with his heartbeat.
I felt like a little girl in his arms, feeling his love, his warmth. So comfortable!
"This is what you deserve!" a warm voice whispered in my ear.
I was bewildered! Being embraced felt so good. It was the feeling of my heart being at peace; my heart nestled quietly beside
him, feeling his heartbeat, enjoying his steady patting.
"Pat...pat...pat...pat..." I wanted it to stay like this forever, holding him, not wanting to separate.
But, no! He was a customer! I had to "serve" him.
"Sir, no!" I gently pushed him away. "It's too late, you'll have to pay more!" I earnestly
hoped he wouldn't spend more money.
He smiled faintly and obediently let me take off his clothes. I also took off my tight little dress,
revealing my pert breasts and graceful figure.
He didn't pounce on me, but simply followed my guidance and lay back on the bed.
I straddled him, gently caressing his chest, abdomen, and legs with my slender fingers... He also let out soft moans of
pleasure "Mmm..."
Hearing his happy sounds, I smiled like a child being praised. I guided his right hand
to my breast; I knew that men liked to feel a woman's breasts with their hands.
He didn't rush to pinch or knead it, but gently drew circles around it. I felt his
fingertips gliding across my skin, bringing waves of tingling. Circle after circle, and my breathing gradually
quickened.
When he gently traced my pink nipples, a tingling current surged through my body; his slow steps
intoxicated me. I wanted more, a little more pressure…
He seemed to know what I wanted, releasing my fingertips and instead using his warm hands to grasp my delicate breasts,
gently kneading and massaging them with varying pressure. Occasionally, he would casually brush against my already erect
nipples . I couldn't help but moan softly!
"Mmm!" So good!
He really understood women so well. I spread my legs, kneeling above him, enjoying his caresses and
his skillful 'service'.
Although I enjoyed his caresses, I knew my job was to serve him.
Kneeling above this man, I prepared to begin, using my tongue to service his chest.
However , his left hand had already slid over my waist, my buttocks, and moved towards my genitals.
Why did
my vagina seem to automatically meet his hand as if meeting an old friend? I should be shy, but
the stimulating sensation overwhelmed me, leaving my mind blank. So this is what it feels like to be served by a man.
He easily parted my already swollen labia. A strong sense of shame washed over me; I was already
soaking wet , and I didn't want him to notice. I didn't want him to think I was kneeling on top of him like a female dog in heat.
I had to push his hand away and concentrate on my work.
But he didn't give me a chance to push his hand away, instead whispering in my ear,
"It's okay, relax!" His voice relaxed me, made me weak, and I stopped resisting.
As his voice fell, his fingers slowly entered my vagina.
"Mmm..." I groaned! I felt his fingers slide smoothly in, hooking against the walls of my vagina,
scraping out a wave of pleasure before withdrawing, then in again, hooking and scraping once more...
"Mmm..." He hooked the upper part of my vaginal wall, each hook making me moan. My buttocks
writhed up and down with his fingers. "Mmm...mmm...mmm..." My
legs were weak, and I wanted to collapse onto him.
How could it feel so good? I'd never felt this way before. Was it his skill, or his gentle
tenderness that moved me?
"Ah..." With each hook and scrape, "Ah...ah..." my juices flowed freely.
"Ah...ah...ah..."
His speed gradually increased, and my head felt like it was going to explode. This kind of impact was unprecedented.
"Ah...ah..." Oh no! What is this feeling?
"Ziwei, you're amazing! You deserve to...enjoy...your 'orgasm'..." His beautiful
voice emphasized the word "orgasm." These words were like adding fuel to the fire, instantly sending me
soaring to the clouds, making me abandon any thought of serving him, and causing me to moan wildly.
"Ah...ah...ah..." I couldn't hold back, I couldn't hold back anymore!
"Ziwei, you...'both of you'...are amazing! You can orgasm together!"
"Ah...ah..."
What? What? "both of you"? Why is he saying this? What does he know?
"Ah...ah...ah..."
His fingers were still on that hooking, scraping spot, moving rapidly. And his entire palm was on my
vulva, guiding my lower body, swaying with his rhythm, welcoming him, rushing towards wave after wave of climax.
"You orgasm together! Orgasm together! When you orgasm, you can become one!"
"You...said...what?"
I couldn't hold back anymore, I really couldn't hold back! My fluids flowed down my thighs, and his speed increased,
making me unable to think. All I wanted was physical pleasure, all I wanted was to reach the peak!
"It's...it's almost there! It's almost there!..." I frantically twisted my hips, chasing the
impending paradise.
"Come on!" His hands... let me...
"Ah..." How could this be!
"Ah...ah..." So good!
"Ah...ah...ah...ah..." So...so...so wonderful!!
I gasped, blank, floating, dancing, spinning in a void...
a bed soaked with water. I sprayed water all over the bed like I was urinating.
The clock on the wall clearly indicated that it was 2:45 a.m. Not even 3 a.m.
And I was tired! Exhausted, I lay on top of him, panting, enjoying the afterglow of my orgasm.
Yes,
my feelings were clear, I was no longer trapped! I had free hands and feet, a free body, free
feelings.
It was 'myself,'
it was me lying on top of him. This man who made me lose my mind and have a wild orgasm, who made me scream out loud, who made me
feel cared for, who made me feel cherished.
It was me holding him, this good man who valued women's feelings and was willing to serve them.
It was me, it was myself.
Not Ziwei.
No... no...
I...
I... am Ziwei...
(14) Going Home (Final Episode)
This man's name was Zhang Zhenguo, and he only said that he was the boss's assistant.
I had many questions I wanted to ask him, but I didn't know where to begin. And he seemed unwilling
to say much.
After dawn, he quietly led me and took me "home".
When we passed the mall, a light purple dress caught my eye. The bohemian style dress was
elegant and generous, and with a tight t-shirt, it could perfectly show off my figure.
When I stopped and thought about the dress, Zhang Zhenguo just smiled and stayed by my side.
He didn't urge me, but instead made me look at him a little embarrassed. Then, he gave me a warm and
comfortable response, "Not bad! It matches your skin tone very well."
"Really?"
"Do you like it?" He looked at the dress and said to me, "I'll give it to you!"
I hung the dress back on the rack and shook my head. I took his arm and left the store.
"Let's go!"
I thought, this was his polite gesture.
However, it was quite nice to meet such a generous and steady man.
Avoiding his gaze, I smiled happily!
I hopped along, arm in arm with him, looking around as we passed through the city crowds.
"By the way!" I looked at his profile. "Zhang Zhenguo, do you know Li Yawen?"
"Yes."
"Was it you who brought her 'home'?"
He stopped and gave me a charming smile.
"Little sister, the boss will explain to you later, okay?"
"Ugh!" I grabbed his hand and started to act spoiled. "I'm very close to Sister Ya-wen, and I
care about her a lot! How is she doing? How is she now?
" "Tell me!"
He still had the same smile, shook his head, and said to me, "Let's go!"
Ugh, looking at his smile, I couldn't get angry at all, and could only obediently take his arm and move forward.
"Zhang Zhenguo!" I really wanted to call him "Zhenguo" directly, but after rational consideration,
it was better to use his full name first.
He kept an eye on the crowd to avoid collisions while listening to me talk nonstop.
"You know what! I suddenly remembered so many things!"
"There's no Chen Meiqi or Fang Wanting in our class!"
Past memories slowly surfaced, and I remembered many things!
"Yeah!" Zhang Zhenguo smiled at me. "Memories in our minds often deceive us!"
What?! What do you mean "memories in our minds deceive us"? You guys clearly hypnotized me and
altered my memories, really...
Oh well, considering you're good-looking, I'll be magnanimous and not hold it against you.
"Hmph!" I rolled my eyes at him and continued.
"The girl I spied on that day was Zhang Ya-yin, not Chen Mei-qi. And Zhang Ya-yin didn't cry; she ignored
my apologies and pleas and reported it directly to the teacher."
"After the teacher found out, she was going to call a review committee and give me a major demerit."
"At the time, I was thinking, I already have two major demerits! If I get another one, I'll definitely be expelled
! How should I explain this to the review committee? Should I deny it outright, or apologize and promise not to
do it again?"
"After school, I was thinking about whether to deny it completely, or even counter-accuse Zhang Ya-yin of false accusation. Then
Fang Wan-ting and Chen Mei-qi appeared!"
Suddenly, I remembered something
. "No wonder they weren't wearing uniforms."
"And they weren't junior high school students at all; they must be adults in their twenties!"
"At the time, I was wondering how they could change into civilian clothes so quickly!"
"Later, they took me to..."
"Here," I pointed to the building across the street in surprise. "I've been here so many times!"
The building across the street was so familiar. When I was still a boy, I would come home from school every day to pick up women's clothes and discuss makeup techniques and clothing matching with
Meiqi and Wanting... They even guided me on how to convince myself to be a
girl.
Looking at the building across the street, my mind was a jumble of emotions.
I used to be a boy!
But now, I'm wearing
a pink short dress, white knee-high boots, and my brown curly hair falls naturally over my shoulders and chest.
The slightly open V-neck reveals my breasts, white and supple. The curve from my waist to my buttocks is my proudest
feature. My former clients loved admiring my waistline, then caressing my waist, my buttocks...
and reaching...
climax...
So, what should I do next?
"Zhang Zhenguo, I really don't need to take clients anymore!"
"Yes!"
Zhang Zhenguo had told me this just now, while we were still in bed, but I still feel
like 'm dreaming.
Is my year-long career in the sex industry really coming to an end?
Without giving me much time to think, we arrived at our destination!
Near Chen Meiqi's suite stood a somber office building. A
brightly lit lobby with glass curtain walls, guards with serious expressions. Most people coming and going wore suits or
formal casual wear.
Compared to Zhang Zhenguo in his suit and tie, my riding boots and dress made me look like a little girl who had wandered into the wrong place. I
gripped his hand tightly, looking around nervously, hesitant to move.
"It's okay! Let's go!"
He pulled me somewhat forcefully, through the guards, and into the elevator.
The elevator stopped on the 27th floor.
We walked through a bright, yet somewhat cold, corridor. We stopped in front of a light-colored wooden door.
"Go in!" Zhang Zhenguo looked at me casually, gesturing for me to push open the door.
My hand rested on the doorknob, my white nail polish standing out starkly.
I hesitated!
Standing at the door, I suddenly wanted to run away!
But where could I run to?
Over a year of inexplicable life, from fear and rejection to coercion and obedience… until now, was it just
habit or had I come to like the feeling of being a girl?
Girls have their hardships: lack of respect, frequent harassment, and the monthly annoyance of menstruation…
But girls also have their charms: the variety of clothing, the pampering of others, the courtesy of gentlemen…
And I love dressing up beautifully, feeling the gaze of boys. This fills me with confidence,
makes me feel alive. I don't need to resort to bullying tactics to prove myself.
I, the beautiful and sexy Wang Ziwei, am a beautiful existence.
Zhang Zhenguo encouraged me with a smile.
Summoning my courage, I pushed open the door
…
“Ziwei, welcome home!” A familiar voice called out,
“Wan… Wanting!”
I looked on in surprise! Wanting seemed to have been waiting for me for a long time, looking at me warmly and greeting me.
She was still the same, with big wavy curls, and liked to wear shorts and a tank top, but now,
no matter how looked at her, she just seemed like a sweet older sister, no longer arousing my sexual interest! But
Zhang Zhenguo, still standing outside the door, made me blush just thinking about him.
The world inside the door was completely different from the coldness of the building outside. Behind the wooden door was a warm ambiance:
country-style furnishings, rose-patterned curtains, and a bookcase by the window filled with various books. Two unfamiliar
girls were quietly discussing the contents of their books. A large cabinet was filled with various teapots and cups, and
a large wooden round table stood in the center of the room, steaming hot tea.
I hadn't seen her for over a year, and she was still the same. She readily took my hand and led me to the large
round table .
A woman in a suit was sitting at the table, head down, reading some documents.
As my footsteps approached, she looked up at me.
I found that her smile warmed my heart.
She looked so familiar, but I couldn't quite place her. This gentle and elegant woman, this
familiar face—who was she? It wasn't until she spoke to me that it dawned on me.
"Child, you're finally home!"
the voice said
. "Come and have a cup of tea!"
My heart pounded! Her voice—the same voice that often appeared in my dreams.
Hearing her voice brought tears to my eyes.
Just like before, her voice comforted me! She opened her arms to welcome me, giving me a deep hug,
stroking my hair, and gently telling me,
"You've suffered so much! You've suffered so much! Poor child!"
The hardships, grievances, and exhaustion of the past year suddenly surged forward. I cried out, "Waaah…!" and
sobbed uncontrollably on her shoulder.
She simply stroked my hair, occasionally patting my back.
I remembered the pain of my surgery. She was by my bedside, constantly encouraging and comforting me! I just
kept crying and crying.
"It's alright! Child, wipe your tears!" She handed me a tissue.
"Sit down!"
I sat down and looked at her. She wore a simple, neat suit, her hair simply styled in a bun, smiling
at me, radiating a warm glow.
"Can you tell who I am?"
"You are…!"
Suddenly, I remembered! I'd seen her on TV news before, and she appeared quite often.
"You're Ji Qing!"
Ji Qing, a four-term member of parliament, who pushed through countless women's rights bills during her term, protecting women, preventing sexual harassment,
and even rescuing underage prostitutes—she was a figure of immense influence. Women across the country regarded her as a feminist fighter. I remembered her; she
was incredibly famous in the country!
"Yes, I'm Ji Qing, and I'm also the head of the organization!" She stopped smiling and looked at me seriously.
I was stunned! The organization—it was connected to Representative Ji.
Or rather, this was an organization led by Representative Ji. Was everything I'd experienced
orchestrated by But why me?
My mind was a jumbled mess, completely blank.
Seeing my expression, Ji Qing spoke first,
"Do you have a lot of questions?"
"Yes."
"Sigh!" She took a sip of tea and continued, "It all started with me."
Suddenly, silence fell between us; we all fell silent! I saw her eyes redden slightly,
then quickly fade. She took a deep breath and decided to continue.
"Ziwei, do you know that Wanting is my daughter?"
What? Wanting is Councilor Ji's daughter? How did this all happen?
"Mom, let me explain!"
Wanting sat down next to us.
"Ziwei, my mom pulled me back from the brink of death!" "
More than ten years ago, when I was in junior high school, I was often harassed by my classmates."
More than ten years ago, she was still in junior high school... My God! The power of hypnosis is too strong! I actually
thought she was my classmate all along.
"Back then, I was a bit self-destructive. There were a few boys in my class, just like you, who liked to
bully girls."
Hearing her say this, I felt a little ashamed again!
"One day after swimming class, all my clothes were gone!" Wan-ting's face darkened. "I was so
sad then, I just kept crying and crying! I felt so sorry for being a girl, I didn't want to be a girl anymore. So, that day I
jumped into the river and didn't go home!"
"It was all my fault!" Ji-qing said, tears streaming down her face. "I was only thinking about how to get a higher position, I didn't take care
of Wan-ting."
"And then?" Their story piqued my interest.
"Later, when I woke up in the hospital, my mother had already sent those bad boys to 're-education through labor'!"
What 're-education through labor'?
"From then on, I seriously valued women's rights. And from then on, I established an organization specifically
to rescue many suffering girls and punish boys with bad attitudes."
"You know, although there are many gender equality laws, every time a real situation arises, there's always
a lack of strong evidence to punish such boys."
"So, I decided to punish them in my own way."
"Letting them experience what it's like to be a girl is more effective than anything else!"
Ji Qing added, "And you, beautiful Ziwei. When you were still a boy, you
already had a huge record in the organization."
"So, that's why you found me!"
"Yes,"
I should be angry. My life was taken away, my life was altered. Involuntarily
, I completely changed into a different person and was even 're-education through labor'. I should be angry.
But I can't be angry.
Whenever I think back to my past behavior—pulling braids, lifting skirts, taking photos secretly, groping—
constantly making the girls around me angry, crying, and in pain…
I only feel ashamed, as if I were so shameless and wicked.
“I’m sorry!”
I cried.
“I’m sorry, I’m so bad, I’m a bad person!”
Ji Qing hugged me. “It’s okay! It’s all in the past!” she gently comforted me.
Suddenly, everything became clear.
With her status as a member of parliament, getting me a new identity would be a piece of cake.
After I calmed down a bit, she continued,
“I know the ‘sex industry’ can’t be banned! So, I simply let men do that kind of work.”
“Let the men experience it!” Wan Ting interjected with a smile. “And the money we earn can help
us fight for more rights for women!”
“Yes!” Ji Qing continued,
“Usually, when someone sincerely changes, we let her go back. We’ll let her
return to a man or a woman again, it’s fine.”
“However, we’ll erase her memories of this period.”
Could it be that she’s going to erase my memories?!
"Of course, occasionally, there are a few who are loyal to the organization and strongly agree with its ideals, and we
hope they will join us and become one of us. "
"Ziwei, we've been observing you for over a year." Ji Qing looked at me. "You're a good girl!" "
From the very beginning of our reformation of you, you repented for your actions. More importantly, you are
not only loyal to the organization, but you also strongly agree with our ideals!"
Thinking back to this period, every time I was harassed and bullied, I hoped these jerks would be like me.
"Let's experience what it's like to be a girl, to know the hardships and grievances girls face."
"So, we hope you'll consider joining the organization and becoming one of our Punishers."
"What Punisher? I don't understand."
"Do you remember Meiqi?" Wan Ting asked me.
"Chen Meiqi
," Ji Qing nodded
. "Simply put! We hope you'll take over Meiqi's role."
"Meiqi is a Punisher in the organization?" I was startled.
"Yes!" Ji Qing smiled broadly. "And, like you, she used to be a boy."
What! Meiqi was one too!
"Meiqi was one of the boys who bullied me," Wan Ting said. "After the organization reformed her, she also decided
to become a Punisher and work alongside us."
"You and Meiqi have some things in common," Ji Qing said slowly. "You both agree with our ideals and are loyal to the organization." "
Most importantly, you both really love being girls!"
"I…" Suddenly, I felt my face flush. "Don't be shy!" They both looked at me with smiles. "You've confessed so many times
during hypnosis !" Indeed, nowadays, my daily skincare, clothing choices, makeup... all make me happy, and I'm so glad I'm a girl. But to have it said so bluntly... Ugh! I'm so embarrassed! I need to change the subject quickly. "So, I'll take over Meiqi's job, what about Meiqi?" "Oh! Meiqi! She's getting married!" Ji Qing said happily. "She met a good boy!" Married!! People like us can actually get married! "Alright! You must be tired after all this!" Ji Qing continued. "We've prepared a room for you in the back, you can stay here for a few days!" Ji Qing took out a burgundy bracelet. I remembered! Chen Meiqi also had an identical bracelet. "This is an electronic hypnosis device. If you're willing to accept this job, this little machine will be yours, and Wan Ting will teach you how to use it." Ji Qing held the bracelet, looking at me seriously. "If you don't want to, you can choose to continue being a girl or go back to being a boy, just like any other child . Then, Wan Ting will use this machine to erase your memories of the organization and send you back to a normal life." Ji Qing put the bracelet back in her arms and patted my shoulder. "You can stay here for the next two days, rest, and think it over!" The changes and shocks of this day were too great! I really need to rest. What exactly is the Punisher? How does it work? And will I still be a boy in the future? I've finally solved some mysteries, but there seem to be some unanswered questions. Never mind! I'm so tired! I really need to rest now! Before Wan Ting led me to my room, I thought of someone. "By the way, boss! Where's Sister Ya Wen?" "Oh! I forgot, she's your good friend!" He took out a current issue of a fashion magazine from the bookshelf, opened an article titled " The Secrets Outfits," which contained many photos of girls and various outfit matching methods. I saw in one corner of the article—Reporter: Li Ya Wen. [The End]

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