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What is love? I don't know. Maybe it's dreaming about him, maybe it's...
Because my parents preferred girls, I was raised as a girl from a young age. Gradually, as I grew up,
they all said I looked like a girl, and I thought so too. From elementary school to high school, many teachers and classmates initially
thought I was a girl. Many of my unintentional actions were very girlish. Many classmates said I was
effeminate, and boys didn't like me or reject me. Only girls treated me like a sister. Forget about love
; I never experienced it.
Until I started working, I joined a drag club where men dressed as women and wore women's
clothes. Spending a lot of time with them, I learned a lot about how to dress as a woman. After taking
estrogen , my body changed, and my breasts became more like a woman's. To look even more like a woman, I frequently went for
beauty treatments, and when I took saunas, I would pour milk over my body to make my skin whiter. Enemas were almost a daily
ritual.
After work, I disguised myself and went to a bar to "fish for shrimp" (a euphemism for prostitution). At 1.75 meters tall, with four years' worth of long, flowing hair,
a full bust, a feminine face, and slender fingers with red nail polish, I looked unmistakably
female.
Sitting at the bar, watching the bartender's graceful mixing, I placed a cigarette pack upside down on the counter, with
two cigarettes next to it—a clear indication that I was gay. The dim lighting illuminated my clothes; a tight black
dress perfectly outlined my breasts, which were enlarged with fake breasts, and a thong
concealed my underwear.
I frequented this place; many people knew me, knew I was a man and a homosexual, and liked to call me
a transvestite. I didn't consider it an insult; in fact, I liked it when they called me that.
A burly man walked past me, touched my butt, and said, "Haha, Lili, still so
sexy. If I didn't know you were a man, I would have fucked you already."
"Get lost, you bastard, speak politely, or I'll get angry," I said, giving him a resentful look.
He's the owner of this bar, named Wang San, a former petty thug. He tried to sleep with me the first time I came, but
he gave up after finding out I was a man.
The Eagles' "Hotel California" was playing in the bar. I drank and waited for someone to talk to me.
Then an old man came up to me. "Miss, aren't you bored drinking alone?"
I pointed to the cigarettes on the table. He glanced at them. "Oh, excuse me, should I call you sir or…"
I blew smoke in his face. "It's alright, just call me Miss Lili."
The old man looked at me. "Bartender, bring this lady a drink. By the way, what would you like, miss?"
I put down my cigarette. "A John Collin with ice, please."
The bartender brought me a John Collin. I raised my glass. "Thank you for the drink."
The old man also raised his glass. "Miss, you're more beautiful than any real woman, but unfortunately, I don't have that kind
of taste ."
I took a sip, put down my glass, and kissed his cheek.
"Thank you, your mouth is so sweet, sweeter than the wine." I always smoke lemon-flavored cigarettes, so my breath
always tasted lemon.
The old man left to find his new target, and I continued to quietly sip my drink alone.
No one asked me out until dawn. Just as I was about to leave, the old man returned. "Miss, leaving already? Didn't
you see anyone?"
I smiled sweetly at him. "No, why didn't you find anyone?"
The old man sat down beside me. "No, I searched all night and couldn't find anyone prettier than you."
I touched his face and bald head. "What, want a one-night stand?"
The old man stroked my small hand. "Do you have time? Price doesn't matter."
I kissed him. "I have time, but nowhere to go."
The old man took my hand. "I have a place, how about a five-star hotel?"
I stood up. "Aren't you afraid I'll charge too much? Didn't you just say you didn't like men? What happened
?"
He put his arm around my slender waist. "Money doesn't matter. Actually, you're just like any other woman. You're even
prettier ."
I lay in his arms. "Then what are we waiting for?" So the old man and I left the bar.
Outside, we took his car to a large hotel and drove straight to his room.
Many looked at me like I was a prostitute, but I didn't care, because I wasn't much better than them. Before we even
entered
the house , he locked the door and started undressing me.
"Slow down, don't rush, let's play some music first."
We played "Hotel California." He seemed even more unhurried than I was. He pulled my dress
off, put his head on my chest, and we danced. After a while, he whispered in my ear, "
Baby, did you get an enema?"
I hugged him. "Of course." I felt his hand on my buttocks for a long time, making me feel
itchy. "Stop touching me. It's so itchy."
He kept touching me without saying anything. "Let's both take our clothes off before we dance." I nodded at his words. So
we stripped naked, and he inserted a black dildo into my anus. Due to excessive excitement,
both of our penises became erect. I tossed my fake breasts aside. Dancing like this made me very
uncomfortable ; I couldn't close my legs, and if I opened them too wide, I was afraid the fake penis would fall off.
Finally, I lay on the bed, and he pulled the fake penis out, then smeared the little bit of semen I had just ejaculated on my
anus . I licked his penis wet, then lay on the bed waiting for his penis to arrive. He
spread my thighs as wide as possible, lifted my penis, and thrust it in hard. I thought his penis wasn't very big,
but once it was inside, I realized it was quite large. Every time it went in so deep, I could feel my anus
rolling inside and out.
"Oh... how am I... compared to... compared to women... how am I... oh..."
He put his head close to my ear, "No worse than a woman." My penis swayed back and forth with his thrusts.
He fucked me hard, and I licked and bit his nipples, making him ejaculate quickly, a stream of hot
semen shooting into my rectum.
We rested for a while, and then I bent down and licked his body again. I went to his penis and took
it into my mouth, trying to swallow it completely. I immediately felt his penis hard again, but he
ejaculated after only a few strokes. I drank half of it, but some still landed on my face. I wiped it off
and lay back down beside him, touching his limp penis. He touched my penis, "Sigh, getting old
, I don't even have the strength to fuck anymore."
I kissed him, "You didn't fuck."
He pinched my cheek, "Right, no, I fucked his ass. Where do you work?"
I rested my head on his shoulder, "
Why are you asking?" He said, "If you don't have much money, come work for me, I'll give you a high salary."
I said, "No, I don't need it." He
persisted, "50,000 yuan a month basic salary, plus clothes and bonuses."
I thought for a moment, "I can't be here every day, if possible, just for a month."
He patted my butt, "Okay."
After the night, we left the hotel together. I said I'd go back in a few days.
I like taking the bus because when it's crowded, lots of hands grope me. Today was no
exception; several hands started touching me as soon as I got on, and one rough hand even went so far as to slip
inside my shirt.
I didn't resist. After a while, someone touched my penis and immediately pulled their hand away, looking at me. "Pervert!"
I glared at him. Fewer and fewer people touched me, scared away by my penis, but that rough hand lingered
on my penis for a long time, showing no sign of leaving, and even pinched it hard.
"Ah!" I cried out, and everyone looked at me. I pretended nothing was wrong and looked at
the owner of the rough hand, a man who looked like a migrant worker, reeking of a sour stench.
I let him continue touching me. "Sir, do you like me like this?" I whispered to him.
He opened his mouth, revealing yellow teeth, "Yes." His bad breath was disgusting.
I said to him, "Sir, I'm getting off at the next stop. If you think you're strong, come with me." So
I got off at the next stop, and he followed. I quickly walked to the dark passageway between the two buildings and stood
there . He quickly caught up with me.
"What, want to do it here?" he asked me menacingly.
I looked around. "Of course not, you... what are you going to do?" He rushed at me, pressed me against
the wall , lifted my skirt, tore off my panties, exposing my penis and breasts to the air. I
realized this was rape. I wanted to scream, but I didn't dare, because he was carrying a knife.
He threw my fake breasts aside, shoved his penis hard into my anus, and
gagged me with my panties.
I braced my hands against the wall to support my body and his thrusts. Because of the medication I was taking, my breasts were still
there, swaying wildly as he fucked them. Several passersby saw what was happening and said it was rape,
but just as they were about to make a phone call, they realized there were two men there, except one looked somewhat like a woman
. Someone yelled, "Damn! What kind of world is this! Homosexuals can be seen on the street, you shameless
pervert!"
I tried to scream, but my underwear was in my mouth, so I couldn't make a sound. After fucking me for about half an hour, this guy
held a knife to my neck. "Give me a blowjob, drink all your semen, or I'll kill you."
Judging from his words and expression, he wasn't joking. I sat on the ground and shoved his penis as far down
my throat as possible. Finally, he sprayed his semen all over my face and body, and some was still dripping from my mouth.
He grabbed my wallet and ran. I didn't even have the strength to scream anymore; I just sat there gasping for breath.

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