[Repost] Becoming a Super Pretty Girl - Transformation Series

I am a craftsman.

Every day, I set up a stall at different tourist attractions, parks, and squares, offering silhouette photography services to passersby. Some people may not have seen silhouettes before.

We cut out everything, but the most common is a profile, cutting the customer's portrait into a black and white sheet of paper.

I wouldn't dare boast about other skills, but when it comes to portraits, I'm the undisputed master in the trade, even my late master wasn't as good as me.

However, while my silhouette photography has surpassed my master's, I'm only slightly better... My master could also cut out flowers, birds, insects, fish, animals, landscapes, the four seasons, pavilions, the sun, moon, and stars... Unfortunately, I didn't finish learning before he passed away... Alas... our craft has completely declined.

Since the advent of photography, it's become increasingly difficult to find someone willing to learn seriously.

Gently stroking the pair of iron shears passed down through generations in my hands, I can't help but sigh.

Although I'm still young, this craft may very well be lost in my hands. I've traveled all over the country with my master, and I've never met anyone who could cut better shears than me, let alone someone with my master's lifelike, masterful skills.

"Sir..."

a timid, pretty girl spoke to me, "Your hand is bleeding..."

Looking down, I saw that my fingertip had been cut, and a trickle of blood was flowing onto the shears, with a few drops dripping onto the concrete floor.

Damn! What bad luck.

There were even other tourists nearby who saw it.

I couldn't do business now; who would let a lousy shearer cut their finger? Seeing that it was getting late, I simply packed up my stall and rested.

Back home, I carefully washed, lubricated, oiled, and dried the shears.

These shears belonged to my master's master's master's master... anyway, a long time ago... left behind by some senior.

My skills no longer require the aid of good shears, but I still habitually use this old pair when working.

I wonder if it's just my imagination, but the shears that have been stained with blood seem to have become shinier? The blade seems sharper? I picked up the newspaper and casually cut out a girl's portrait... Hmm, it feels about the same, it must just be my imagination... But as soon as I looked up, I was startled.

On the black screen of the TV, a girl's face was clearly reflected! My room is simply furnished, and the glass mirror of the TV reflected it clearly.

A pretty girl wearing my clothes was staring at me with a surprised expression, her mouth agape... It was obvious... that girl was myself! I was stunned.

The next instant, I rushed into the bathroom and carefully examined myself in the mirror... The face in the mirror showed absolutely no trace of a man.

Long eyelashes, large, watery eyes, full of youthful and charming allure.

A delicate, pointed nose, full, slightly upturned lips, red and luscious, her breath sweet and fragrant, opening and closing captivatingly.

"How... how... how could this be?..."

A clear, melodious female voice came from my mouth.

My Adam's apple was noticeably gone, my neck was smooth and white, perfectly matching my beautiful face in the mirror.

Taking off my shirt, my shoulders also became as smooth as a young girl's alabaster.

The curve of my collarbone was incredibly sexy… if that curve were on a girl… Below my chest, I was still my original male body, and my penis was still functioning normally.

I knew where the problem lay.

Silhouettes usually only cut the head, neck, and shoulders; that strange pair of scissors had turned me into the girl I had just cut out.

I immediately cut another one, and soon I was back to my original self… except for one thing.

My skin became so white and smooth, just like the beautiful girl from before, my cheeks and neck were flawless.

"Damn!"

My voice returned to normal.

I hadn't forgotten my Adam's apple; while cutting, I specifically recalled what my original neck looked like.

Although I've turned back into a man, I've become a pretty boy... My new skin is guaranteed to be better than any young girl's, even softer than many babies'... Looking at my "handsome"

male face in the mirror, I was both amused and exasperated... "Damn it!"

The man in the mirror was so unmanly... Even a gigolo who makes a living off his looks couldn't have such good skin... I was truly heartbroken... In the following days, my stall's business boomed.

Many female office workers came to see the handsome guy and, incidentally, asked me for skincare secrets... "If you were a girl, that would be so great... It's such a waste that such beautiful skin is on a guy..."

"Do you have any sisters? They must all be stunning beauties!"

"If your face shape and figure weren't like this, I would definitely think you were a woman dressed as a man..."

The women's chattering made me increasingly depressed. Of

course, I'm a man! If it weren't for that weird pair of scissors... Of course, I switched to a cheap pair of scissors I just bought while working.

If I used my old pair of scissors, my face would change all over the place, guaranteed to scare all the customers to death… Although I was quite annoyed, my income was indeed booming.

These past few days, just one hour of cutting at noon was enough to make a whole day's worth of business.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't curious about those scissors, so one morning I bought all the necessary supplies and went home early to prepare for my scientific experiment.

Flipping through a large stack of cheap old newspapers and magazines, I found several of the most popular female celebrities and carefully studied their faces and figures.

Full-body silhouettes were of course not difficult for me, but this time I was going to cut out nude women, completely nude super beauties! I had cut out a few before when I was bored, but I wouldn't call myself experienced with cutting out nude women.

After practicing with ordinary scissors to create a thick stack of finished products, I picked up those strange iron scissors, took a deep breath, and in one go, cut out a stunning beauty.

Putting down the scissors, I turned to the full-length mirror I had just bought, and I was very satisfied with my finished product.

The woman in the mirror was more beautiful, more innocent, had a more alluring figure, and longer legs than any popular actress.

Her round, perky breasts were soft and elastic, her slender waist was smooth, fair, and firm.

Her fair skin was flawless, like jade.

Except for her hair, eyebrows, eyelashes, and pubic area, there wasn't a single pore on her body.

I turned gracefully to the side and twirled, her silky long hair fluttering in the wind, her exquisitely curvaceous and sexy figure tempting.

I leaned closer to the mirror, brushed my hair behind my ear, and wiped away the trickling nosebleed with a tissue.

My pretty face was flushed, with charming dimples.

Her long eyelashes trembled, captivating my soul, making it impossible for me to look away. My eyes, hazy with desire, stared at the sexy goddess in her pupils… I stuffed tissues into my bleeding nostrils, then gracefully sat down, legs spread wide, admiring my delicate pubic hair, preparing to explore that alluring, secluded valley… I parted her labia, inserting my slender, white fingers… “Ah

...

"Mmm...mmm...mmm...ah...ah...ah..."

I never expected my little hole to be so sensitive... The tips of my fingers inside the tender hole began to touch the wet, slippery nectar... "...Mmm...mmm...mmm...ah...mmm...mmm...mmm..."

"Ah!"

A pain woke me up.

I withdrew my fingers from that thin membrane...I didn't want to break the hymen.

After wiping my genitals clean, I put on my newly bought women's underwear, a short sports vest that looked a bit like a cute little top, a women's short-sleeved shirt, and slightly loose skinny jeans.

I gathered my beautiful hair behind my head and tied it into a ponytail with the rubber band I usually use to tie lunchboxes.

Although I had never had any experience, my job required a lot of research on girls with ponytails, so I thought this ponytail looked quite good.

Of course, most girls wouldn't use these rubber bands... I slipped on short socks and slightly loose women's sneakers, admiring myself in the mirror, quite satisfied with my appearance.

I put the money into my newly bought women's wallet and then into my small handbag, and headed out full of anticipation.

I looked like a vibrant high school senior, or a fresh-faced college freshman.

Walking down the street, I kept glancing at my reflection in shop windows.

Although my expressions and movements were somewhat boyish, seeing my pretty face and alluring figure, no one would think I wasn't a beauty.

At most, they'd see me as a slightly mischievous, not-so-ladylike, but still undeniably feminine and pretty young woman.

I bought an extra set of underwear, then boarded the bus to my first planned destination: a hot spring resort on the outskirts of the city.

I'd heard many beautiful college girls bathed nude there, so of course I wouldn't miss this paradise for peeping at the scenery! Hahaha~~ With excited anticipation, the bus arrived quickly.

I hadn't even noticed the discomfort in my lower abdomen or the warmth in my buttocks... "Excuse me..."

A sweet voice called out to me as I got off the bus.

"Your... period has started..."

A thin jacket was tied around my slender waist.

The owner of the jacket turned around from behind me; it was a short-haired beauty with an oval face.

"Excuse me, you didn't come here for a hot spring, did you? Why didn't you calculate the timing correctly?"

I... speechless! I only became a woman today, how would I know how to calculate the timing? I was so annoyed! "Excuse me... your period isn't very regular, is it?"

Another girl got off the bus as well. "Me too... so I have to wait until my period is over before I dare to come..."

Thank goodness... after all, not every woman's period is exactly 28 days... "Excuse me... did you bring any extra skirts or pants?"

I... sob sob sob... I only brought a pair of underwear and a short vest... Two more of their classmates got off the bus, one of whom had brought an extra knee-length skirt.

My waist is very thin, so it fit perfectly.

However, for her petite frame it was five centimeters above the knee, while for my tall frame it was a very short mini-skirt… In the restroom, I put on the new sanitary napkins, slipped on my underwear, and then put on that pleated skirt… My fair and smooth thighs were completely exposed to the air, and also displayed to the lecherous gazes of all the men in the lobby… With just a slightly lighter step, the hem of my skirt would flutter with my graceful figure… “Oh my god… classmate, your legs are so beautiful!”

“Classmate, your skin is so nice!”

“Classmate, how do you usually take care of yourself?”

“So nice… how can you have such beautiful legs?”

Suddenly a gust of wind blew by! "Ahhhhhhh!"

My small hands, clutching my skirt, quickly covered the fluttering hem... But I'm sure all the men who were staring saw my sexy high-waisted lace panties... and that alluring, slightly shadowy patch of my private parts hidden among the grass... Knowing I wasn't used to wearing skirts, the kind girl from before lent me her jacket.

The jacket around my waist covered most of my beautiful legs, so as long as I was careful while walking, I wouldn't expose myself.

After exchanging phone numbers with the two girls, I boarded the bus back home, my pretty face flushed with shyness.

I didn't get to enjoy the scenery I had planned; instead, my beautiful legs were seen to my heart's content by many men... Waaah... What a double loss... When I got home, I discovered another terrible thing... That weird pair of iron shears had stopped working! No matter how much I cut, my sweet face and alluring figure remained unchanged... Forget about turning back into a man, I couldn't even become ugly if I wanted to... "Damn it! Fuck your mother's ○○××…………"

Waaah... My sweet voice sounded alluring even when I swore... There was no sense of satisfaction in swearing at all... Since I couldn't turn back into a man, I had no choice but to go out and buy some more clothes, since I still had to return the skirt and jacket.

Amidst the nagging and insistent pestering of several shop assistants, I gave up on the loose and ill-fitting styles and bought several pairs of tight-fitting jeans that showed off my beautiful leg curves.

When I bought a sports bra, I had my size measured, and then I was nagged to buy two more bras, as well as matching sexy lace panties.

Although I wanted to buy women's tops that would better conceal my figure, I ended up bringing home only light, sheer blouses, low-cut shirts, off-the-shoulder tops, tank tops, and sleeveless bodysuits that would become translucent when wet… Several shop assistants were unhappy with the hair tie I used to tie my ponytail, so when I got home, I was wearing a cat charm instead. I also got several sets of free hair accessories, headbands, hair clips, and hair ties… They'd rather give them to me than let me continue using the original hair tie… After putting all the bags on the bed, I found another small box of breast pads… probably a gift from the lingerie counter lady… She knows I really don't like wearing bras… Before going to sleep that night, I understood why the scissors had stopped working. The

blood-stained scissors probably only recognized me as the man I used to be, right? I stupidly turned into a woman, so of course they wouldn't acknowledge me anymore… I tried cutting my fingertip and smearing a lot of blood on the scissors… no effect.

I took out a blood-stained sanitary napkin to wipe the scissors… also no effect.

That damned pair of scissors wouldn't listen to me... and apart from losing a lot of blood, my pretty face becoming even paler, and looking pitiful and captivating, I hadn't changed at all... I went to sleep fuming.

The next day, I woke up as a stunning beauty, and my silhouette photography business could only be described as "booming."

If "booming" wasn't enough, then "super booming" would be the only way to describe the scene at my stall.

Soon after leaving home, several bored men started stalking me. By the

time I got on the bus, stepped off, and even entered the park, the army of admirers had already surpassed thirty.

Before I even set up my silhouette booth under the tree, men and women waiting for my silhouettes had formed a thick human wall around me.

Several women inquired about the skincare and makeup products I used, while others analyzed the brands of my clothes, shoes, socks, handbags, and hair accessories.

Men leered at my youthful, pretty face, my high, alluring breasts, my navel and slender waist faintly visible beneath my thin shirt, my full, shapely buttocks tightly encased in jeans, and my long, straight, smooth, and shapely legs… Countless flashbulbs swirled around me.

The electronic clicks of camera shutters echoed around my alluring figure.

Although I increased the price of the silhouettes fivefold, the number of people willing to buy them was still more than double what it was a few days ago when I was a gigolo… “Miss…”

a smartly dressed office worker asked, “Could you not cut my profile? Can you cut something else?”

“Of course~”

I smiled sweetly.

Cutting only profile portraits is too boring. It’s rare to find a customer who appreciates my work, so I’m always happy to cut other things.

However, I forgot how beautiful I am now, how lethal my every smile and gesture is… “Miss… I… I…”

he stammered, “I want a profile of you…”

A commotion arose from the crowd in line.

The men were all starting to book my next profile shot.

Damn! "..."

For some reason, I naturally pouted slightly. "...I can't see my profile, I'm sorry...I'm afraid...there's no way..."

"Miss, you can use my mirror!"

"Miss, I have a mirror here!"

"And mine..."

Several women took out makeup mirrors from their handbags...and several larger mirrors appeared from behind the human wall... "...I..."

My face in the mirror actually turned red...My cheeks were flushed, and I looked even more shy and radiant... "Miss, your skillful hands are no problem..."

"Miss, don't even mention these men, I also want a picture of your profile...you're so beautiful!"

"Miss, let us help you hold the mirror, so you can see your profile, right?"

Damn it! These troublemaking women...after that first inappropriate request, my business can only be described as a "nuclear explosion."

Most customers bought two silhouettes: one of their own profile, and the other a half-breast portrait of this beautiful woman… Besides my captivating profile, swan-like neck, and elegant shoulders, the silhouette faithfully depicted the alluring curves of the upper part of my breasts… Damn! Luckily, my silhouette wasn't on a large sheet, otherwise someone would definitely want my full-body silhouette… Wearing a tight top and skinny jeans, my beautiful figure was completely exposed… My clothed profile and my naked profile were basically separated only by a thin layer of fabric… Sigh… Looks like I need to buy a few long dresses.

At least I need to cover up my beautiful leg curves so these hungry wolves can't take advantage of me anymore… That night, I called the two girls.

Partly to return the dresses, and partly to have them help me pick out some dresses. Of course,

I didn't know how to wash their clothes, so I just sent them to a professional dry cleaner, and I could pick them up the next day.

Waaah… The next morning I realized what a terrible decision I'd made… I shouldn't have let them come with me… “Yuhe… this one won’t do… it’s too tacky and ugly…”

“Yuhe, your legs are so pretty, it’s okay to wear something shorter…”

“Yuhe, didn’t you join the marching band in high school? The marching band’s skirts are the perfect length for you!”

“Yuhe, you’re too conservative! At least buy a knee-length skirt… don’t buy a long skirt…”

Under the insistence of the two girls, I bought four skirts… the longest was five centimeters above the knee, the shortest almost exposed more than half of my thighs… What’s worse, they forced me to change into a super short skirt immediately from both sides… The number of men following us increased exponentially from then on… When we went up the escalator, I could imagine those men craning their necks, drooling… “Yuhe, don’t hold your skirt down too tight…”

The two of them secretly whispered in my ear on the escalator, “Your underwear pattern is showing…”

"Yuhe, you're so careless..."

"You don't usually wear skirts, do you? That's why we need to train you more..."

"It's such a waste to hide such beautiful legs in pants..."

"Yuhe, your feet are so small..."

"Hey! Yuhe, your shoes... why did you buy such loose shoes? They'll rub your feet raw!"

"No, no, no! I can't just watch your beautiful feet get hurt..."

"My God... even though you're torturing yourself like this, why are your feet still so beautiful?..."

The two girls dragged me to the bench in front of the elevator, forcefully took off my shoes and socks, and marveled at my slender, beautiful feet.

"Oh my god... Yuhe, your feet are even more delicate than my face..."

"Not even a single callus..."

"Yuhe, are you even walking?... Even the beauties who rode in sedan chairs in ancient times weren't as perfect as you..."

"It's true, comparison is the thief of joy..."

"And Yuhe, your feet smell so good..."

The two girls massaged my little feet, making my whole body go weak and my cheeks burn.

They then deliberately tickled my soles, making me giggle, sway my slender waist, and beg for mercy.

Just then, the elevator doors in front of us opened... Several high school boys stepped out... At that moment, I was reclining on the bench, my high, firm breasts heaving, my short skirt lifted as I moved, revealing almost my entire thigh, and a glimpse of my underwear and private parts... Two pretty girls were tightly holding the slender feet of the beautiful girl in the middle of the bench... This beautiful girl had a shapely figure, her clothes disheveled, and her alluring red lips were panting softly... Her long legs were slightly spread apart by the two female bullies, deliberately displaying the slightly damp, sexy underwear under her miniskirt... Fortunately, these high school boys were all lust and no guts, and the elevator operator was very quick-witted, otherwise the three of us would definitely have been dragged to the toilet and gang-raped... "Ladies, are you going upstairs?"

The elevator operator immediately came over, lifted my shoes and socks, and together with the two girls, helped me into the elevator.

She turned the key to temporarily lock the elevator, and only after the three of us had rested enough and tidied our clothes and shoes did she take us back to the women's clothing floor.

"Yuhe, I didn't know your feet were so small... I already thought your shoes were small enough..."

"They could practically be children's shoes..."

Still shaken, they stuck out their tongues, deliberately changing the subject.

Actually, it wasn't as exaggerated as they said... It's just that because I'm tall, my beautiful feet appear a little small in proportion.

In most women's shoe stores, you can still find my size, but it's usually the smallest one.

"Yuhe, be our spokesperson! My family sells shoes!"

"Yeah, yeah! With Yuhe advertising, the effect is better than any female celebrity!"

I was dragged by the two girls to a brand-name store, where I tried on every pair of beautiful shoes under the guise of trying them on... Of course, there were also photoshoots and outfit matching... I also bought several outfits to match the shoes... After a whole day of fuss, the daughter of the women's shoe manufacturer drove up and brought boxes of shoes and dresses to my house.

Luckily, my old women's clothes were all hanging in the guest room, so they assumed I had just moved in and weren't surprised by the empty room.

"Yuhe, you're living with the landlord? Be careful and take care of yourself!"

"Yeah, you're so pretty, you must lock your door at night...you should probably put a bolt on it, right?...

"Let's go buy a bolt in a bit! Yuhe, you're so delicate, you can't possibly not even know how to install a bolt

, can you?..." Before they went back that night, they had already transformed my boudoir, which was originally a guest room, into a typical girl's room... Although it was just adding curtains, changing the sheets, duvet cover, and pillowcases, placing a few stuffed animals, setting up a shoe rack by the door, and adding thirty pairs of shoes... The

once empty wardrobe was now full of dresses... and all of them were sexy styles that showed off my figure... Neither of the two girls could have imagined how good the effect their enthusiastic semi-coercion would be. In order not to disappoint my own artistic aesthetic sense, as soon as I put on the shoes they prepared, I had to choose a dress to match them.

With the right dress, I had to style my hair to complement it.

The beautiful hairstyle, headdress, dress, shoes and socks, paired with my boyish walking posture, were just too mismatched... So I had to practice walking like a girl.

Feet together, chest out, waist in, upper body perfectly straight… armpits tucked in, fingertips pointing forward, swinging naturally with each step… tiptoeing, kicking legs and lifting hips, occasionally tucking hands in, gracefully swaying the slender waist… practicing walking in a straight line with heels close together, toes slightly apart, heels to toes, and toes to heels… Without financial worries, I practiced my posture and catwalk at home for quite a while, only going outside for fresh air and a breeze during meals… During that time, two girls dragged me shopping twice, and my boudoir was overflowing with purchases, like a room that has always been inhabited by girls… Since learning the graceful steps of a girl, I've increasingly disliked wearing pants.

On one hand, my catwalk isn't perfect enough, and on the other hand, I hate the feeling of my legs rubbing against each other.

Wearing a skirt perfectly concealed my slightly awkward, novice catwalk skills, while allowing my beautiful legs to roam freely in the air, enjoying the cool, light breeze.

Ever since that incident of being partially exposed in the elevator, I've been very careful about my clothing and safety. I avoid

going out too early or too late, and I'm always on the lookout for potential dangers and dark corners when walking.

Even so, I still encountered a pervert on the MRT.

That day, I finished dinner early and stood in the "nighttime women's waiting area" of the MRT, with the surveillance camera pointing directly at me.

If the security personnel were watching the footage, they would surely be able to admire my alluring shoulders, collarbone, and cleavage, wouldn't they? Thinking of this, a blush rose to my cheeks, though it probably wouldn't be very noticeable on the black-and-white surveillance footage.

Wearing an A-line skirt that was fifteen centimeters above the knee, I carried my handbag behind my back to guard against possible malicious upskirt photography.

After entering the subway car, I decided not to sit down, but to stand between the two girls and move my handbag in front of me.

I know my skirt very well.

If I sit down, the hem will ride up, lifting along my beautiful buttocks and revealing a glimpse of my alluring white thighs.

While placing the handbag in front of me prevents passengers opposite from seeing under my skirt, it doesn't prevent the men next to me from ogling my gorgeous legs.

If the man diagonally opposite me squats down, he might even be able to see my sexy underwear from a certain angle… of course, not clearly, but with enough effort, he could always see it.

Standing between the two girls, I confidently held onto the handrail to maintain my balance.

The train doors opened again, and a large number of passengers poured in. I subtly followed the flow of people, hiding in the middle of three other girls in a corner.

The car suddenly became very crowded, and my delicate body inevitably bumped into the girls next to me.

Just then, a hand landed on my sensitive, round buttocks, pressing and kneading with slight pressure... repeatedly... clearly intentional... I knew I'd encountered a pervert... I tried turning my head to look, but saw no suspicious person.

That hand became increasingly brazen... it gently caressed my thigh along the seams and slit of my skirt, then skillfully and gradually pulled up my short skirt... I knew I'd met a seasoned pervert... I bit my lower lip, trying to expose this wretched wolf.

The lovely girl beside me happened to meet my gaze.

She smiled slightly at me, and I sweetly returned her smile.

That hand was getting more and more outrageous! It had completely pulled up and torn open the skirt behind me! One finger had actually touched my sensitive thigh... making me feel a very slight stimulation and tingling sensation... "...Oh!"

I gently twisted my waist, trying to break free from the control of that wicked hand.

But then another hand appeared… It seemed to know where my erogenous zones were… Massaging and caressing my slender waist… My body went weak… The pervert had found my fatal weakness… The original hand had already slipped between my tightly pressed legs, touching my sexy panties that were just glistening with honey-like fluid… Both hands held my most vulnerable spots… I knew my pretty face was already red and hot, feeling a strange sense of euphoria… But I still hadn’t found that damned pervert… “Mmm… mmm… mmm…”

I couldn’t help but moan softly… I knew I was about to succumb… This pervert’s technique was just too good… Giving me pleasure and orgasm while avoiding so many vibrant young girls around me… Suddenly… I understood.

I’d caught that hateful… yet incredibly cute pervert.

A female pervert.

A beautiful female pervert clinging tightly to me, wearing a thin shirt and shorts, revealing her pink shoulders and thighs.

"Mmm..."

I blushed, pursed my lips tightly, and glared at her with the most seductive and alluring eyes... "Mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm..."

Now relaxed, I immediately began to fully enjoy her skillful caresses and kneading... "...Mmm...mmm...I...I...next...next stop...I have to get off...mmm..."

The female pervert withdrew her hands, and in doing so, helped me straighten my skirt and clothes.

We arrived at the station.

The female pervert hooked her arm around my pink arm, and together we stepped out of the carriage, onto the escalator, and out of the MRT station... "To your house?...?"

She gently nibbled at my blushing ear.

"...Mmm..."

I responded to her in a whisper...nodding slightly.

Back home, the female pervert led me into the bathroom, adjusted the temperature, and filled the bathtub with water.

On the way here, she already knew my name, height, weight, bust, waist, hips, and erogenous zones, as well as the areas I'd explored on the MRT. My crotch was already slightly wet... "Princess Yuhe...you're so easily embarrassed...so cute~"

If this female pervert knew I was actually a man, she'd be furious, right? Hehehehe...who knows who wins or loses yet! I don't feel like I've been taken advantage of at all...wahahahaha... "Princess Yuhe...please change your clothes~"

The female pervert gently pulled up my shirt, her devilish hand slipping inside my waist, massaging my breasts with the back of her hand while unbuttoning each button with her nimble fingers.

She did the same with my short skirt, slipping her hand under the slit at the back of my skirt, stimulating my sensitive thighs while pulling down the zipper on the side of the skirt...The female pervert suddenly grabbed both sides and pulled up my high-waisted underwear! "Ooh!~~~~~"

The sudden stimulation made me cry out in pleasure... My panties were already crumpled into a thin strip by her, and in that instant, my tender vulva and clitoris felt an unprecedented pleasure, and my long, beautiful legs couldn't help but squeeze tightly together... "Princess Yuhe~~~ You're so sensitive~~~"

The female pervert helped me sit on the edge of the bathtub, pulling at my panties while brushing her hair behind her ears and sticking out her tongue to lick my already aroused, beautiful lips! "Mmm...mmm...ah...mmm...mmm...mmm...mmm..."

"Ah...mmm...mmm...mmm...ah...mmm..."

"Mmm...ah...ah...mmm...oh...mmm..."

"Princess Yuhe...it's starting to drizzle in your lotus pond..."

The female pervert turned on the tap in the sink, scooped up a handful of cool water, and gently poured it into my burning hot little hole! "Ooh~~~"

I whimpered, my legs trembling. The novel and stimulating current in my vagina brought me a unique pleasure unlike anything I'd ever experienced before… "Princess Yuhe… let the lotus pond erupt with a torrential downpour…"

The lecherous woman's fingers suddenly pinched my erect but still small clitoris, and then probed my already muddy stalactite-like passage with another finger… "Ah!! It hurts~~~ Ah~~~ No!"

A pain reminded me that I was still a virgin… But at that moment, that stinging pain mingled with the lecherous woman's caresses, causing my vagina to spasm, contract, convulse, and twitch uncontrollably… "Princess Yuhe… you squirted~~~ So cute~~~~"

The lecherous woman greedily lay beneath me, sucking and swallowing my gushing nectar… I climaxed! A real climax! It made me lose my senses.

When I came to my senses, the female pervert was completely naked, and she and I, who had also been stripped naked, were soaking in the overflowing bathtub, caressing each other, French kissing, and rubbing our genitals together… “Princess Yuhe…you look so charming when you’re in a daze~ Hehe~”

The female pervert’s figure was certainly not as good as mine, but it was still curvy and very feminine.

She wasn’t tall, and her face was cute. I wonder how many beautiful women she had slept with using that harmless appearance? “Princess Yuhe…do you know? Actually…you are my first prey in my life~”

The female pervert’s devilish hands ravaged my delicate body without stopping, asserting their dominance.

"I noticed you the moment you stepped into the carriage... Princess Yuhe... You're so sexy, so alluring, so delicious... I can't resist... I really want to rape you right now~~~"

"Next time, bring my twin sister to play with you! A threesome of three beauties would be so interesting, wouldn't it?..."

"Eh... Princess Yuhe, you're getting even more slutty now? I didn't expect you to be so impatient~~~"

"Should I call my sister over now, Princess Yuhe? Let the two of us make you feel like you're in heaven~~~~"

Unexpectedly, the female pervert and her sister's rented apartment was nearby, just a short ride on the MRT.

After the new female perverts stripped naked and joined the fray, I immediately lost track of who was who and could only let the two sweet little devils tease and play with me... "Princess Yuhe... your body still has potential to be developed~~~ We won't tease you tonight, we'll let you enjoy supreme pleasure tomorrow during the day~~~"

The pervert sisters gave me a nice bath, teased me until my whole body was weak, and then they hugged me on either side and fell asleep.

The next morning, after I had a simple breakfast, they started preparing my outfit for going out to receive "discipline" later.

First, they combed up my chest-length hair and wrapped it around the back of my head in a complicated braid.

It had both the elegant beauty of flowing long hair and allowed me to reveal most of my flawless white neck.

"Princess Yuhe's skin is so beautiful, it's such a shame to let her hair cover it up~"

A lace half-cup bra, sheer lace panties, a high-necked long-sleeved silk blouse, a narrow skirt five centimeters above the knee… "Wait, wait… Princess Yuhe needs to put on her thigh-high stockings and garter belt first…"

White semi-transparent thigh-high stockings, sexy garter belts… This is my first time trying this! It looks very sexy, but once the almost knee-length skirt is on top, you can't see what's underneath. I

slipped on a pair of high heels, twirled a few times in front of the mirror, and then the two female perverts dragged me out the door.

On the subway, everything seemed normal.

However, as I exited the station, I overheard many whispers… “White thigh-high stockings… Did you see her thigh skin? Wow, so white and beautiful!”

“I thought she was very elegant… I didn’t expect her to be so slutty…”

“She must be easy to get… Such a sexy beauty… Tsk tsk tsk…”

Looking at the two seemingly innocent female perverts, I glared at them half-angrily and half-reproachfully, and slipped into the women’s restroom with quick, light steps. The

seemingly ordinary tight skirt I was wearing had somehow acquired a high slit in the center of the back.

It wasn't a loose thread; it was designed this way... Not only could the stockings and my thighs be exposed, but if I slightly parted my legs or bent over, the men behind me could see my alluring underwear... Luckily, I always kept my legs tightly closed and often used my hands to cover my back, preventing anyone from seeing my already moist and tempting private parts... "Princess Yuhe... you're so unladylike! You even tore your skirt!"

"Luckily, we prepared a replacement skirt for you..." "

And your high heels... the heels are almost broken... quickly change into these..."

The new high heels were much higher than the old ones, making my graceful gait even more swaying.

I carefully examined the new pencil skirt they provided, pulled on it forcefully, and only after confirming there were no problems did I change into this super tight pencil skirt that was ten centimeters above the knee.

There were slits of five centimeters on each side of the skirt, but the stitching was quite tight, so there was basically no possibility of the stitches coming loose.

But soon, I heard an unbelievable "see-through"

discussion behind me: "Thin lace panties... they're even more alluring than thongs..."

"And thigh-high stockings! Look at her, those white, semi-transparent ones aren't stockings! They're thigh-high stockings, the kind with suspenders!"

"Really! Thigh-high stockings! Wow~~~ This is the first time I've seen a beautiful woman wear thigh-high stockings... if AVs don't count..." "

And her top... it's so transparent... I can practically see her flawless skin..."

"Princess Yuhe, the pattern of your panties is printed all over your pencil skirt~~~ Shouldn't you change into a looser skirt?"

"And your top... tsk tsk... Princess Yuhe, your skin is so white and tender, it's so pitiful..."

I pouted, feigning anger as I pinched the two female perverts and walked into the women's restroom.

The back of my pencil skirt was already very thin, revealing the pattern of my panties in every detail... it must be another masterpiece by the female perverts.

My white top became completely transparent when wet. Two female perverts sprayed water mist on my back; although not 100% effective, it was enough to reveal my fair, pink skin and the color of my bra's suspenders… Although I already knew their plan, I was both excited and expectant… My vagina was constantly throbbing and itching, and drops of honey-like fluid gradually soaked my short, lace panties… The female perverts dragged me up and down in the transparent elevator… A group of men had gathered in front of the department store plaza, their gazes following the rise and fall of my alluring skirt… One sexy top after another… Most were bought on the spot in the store, the shortest and most revealing… The skirts were getting shorter and shorter… All the men could see my sexy thigh-high stockings, my fair, rosy, delicate skin, and those lace garter belts… My pretty face was flushed and burning with shyness. My bra was already gone, stripped off by the female perverts. Now, even my nipple covers were gone, leaving only two prominent nipples sticking out from under my bra… My panties had been changed countless times, soaking wet and thin as could be… The men in the department store had practically seen every inch of my body… The naked, fiery stares were burning my burning, throbbing vulva… The two female perverts finally announced the end of their training and that they were taking me back to deflower me… With my blushing face and my reluctant, formal consent, they were going to take my virginity tonight, officially making me a woman… Standing again in the “nighttime women’s waiting area” of the MRT, I couldn’t help but recall the scene of my first encounter with the female perverts last night… They were really… really… too… oh… But… I… also… had so much fun… “Princess Yuhe, have you relaxed yet? Not… yet…” A soft hissing

sound . My underwear was ripped open. The female pervert removed it. Now I was only wearing a tank top and a piece of fabric barely covering my private parts… This so-called piece of fabric was actually a towel, wrapped around my slender waist and fastened at the back with a hair clip, leaving a long slit… The garter belt was no longer holding up my underwear, but that piece of fabric that could fall off at any moment… The thigh-high stockings kept sliding down due to gravity, pulling at the sexy, alluring fabric… And I could only hold up the waist of the fabric with one hand and smooth the hem that could flutter up at any moment with the other… I was incredibly embarrassed… My underwear was gone. The juices flowing from my honeypot burst forth... streaming down my bare thighs... soaking my stockings... glistening, seductive drops of fluid dripping down my thighs... I forgot how I got into the train car... how I left the MRT station... I only remember feeling so ashamed, yet so excited, so ashamed, yet so excited, so ashamed, yet so excited, so excited, so excited... Two lecherous women half-carried, half-lifted me home. They carefully caressed and bathed me, then carried me to bed, gradually bringing me back to my senses as I experienced wave after wave of orgasms... "Princess Yuhe, you had a wonderful day, didn't you?" I finally came to my senses, my whole body weak and limp, but I felt so happy, so happy, so blissful, so blissful. I noticed my lower body was still leaking fluid… the nectar flowing out soaked the sheets… “Princess Yuhe, we’re finally going to make you a woman!” The two female perverts took out a strangely shaped, eerie object. It was a three-pronged, columnar object, like the character “品” (pin).… “Princess Yuhe, this is a three-headed dragon! Very rare!” The two female perverts climbed onto the bed and squeezed next to me… I noticed their pretty faces were both excited and flushed… The two ends of the columnar object were inserted into the two female perverts’ vaginas… very slowly… I noticed their cute little eyebrows furrowed… as if they were enduring pain… “Princess Yuhe, here we come ! ” “ Ah ... "Princess Yuhe...we...we...are becoming women with you~~~"

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