I've become a girl (29-32)

Episode 29: Encountering an Old Friend in a Foreign Land
Ah Lang's eyes flashed with malice, his right hand gripping a pistol, pointing it at Ah Xing… “Damn it, it seems Ah Lang really likes me, otherwise why would he be so angry?” Suddenly, he remembered Ah Xing's perilous situation. Although this kid had raped me and treated me like a plaything afterward, for some reason, I didn't feel much hatred towards him. If he died by Ah Lang's gun, it was something I absolutely didn't want to see. On the other hand, I absolutely didn't want to see Ah Lang take the blame for murder because of me. If he really shot Ah Xing, in front of everyone, he definitely wouldn't escape. And Taiwan isn't like Hong Kong; murder is punishable by death!
In that split second, as Ah Lang hesitated, I quickly ran over naked, blocking Ah Xing's path. “Lang, don't do anything foolish, murder goes to jail!” Ah Lang stared at me intently, his expression shifting from anger to sadness and helplessness, followed by several long laughs, laughter filled with loneliness and sorrow. "So you really did it willingly? Why? Why?..."
He asked several "whys" in a row, but didn't expect an answer from me. He turned around and strode out of the Lei family's gate. I watched his back and his dashing steps, thinking, why would such a perfect and carefree man fall in love with someone whose gender is not even known? The group of men and women present were all naive and inexperienced middle school students. They might be physically mature, but their minds were still immature and fragile. Where had they ever seen such a scene? They all collapsed to the ground, no one daring to utter a sound. As soon
as Alang left, Lei Wanfeng shouted, "Aren't you going to put your clothes back on?! What kind of behavior is this, naked?!"
Everyone seemed to wake from a dream and rushed to pick up their clothes, but the clothes were scattered on the ground and mixed together, and for a moment, fourteen naked bodies were in a mess. Lei Wanfeng was so angry that he turned around and sat on the sofa.
I put my clothes back on, braved the wind and rain to hail a taxi, and rushed home. Once home, I took a long, painful shower, constantly questioning myself about my past indulgences. Although I had experienced extreme sexual satisfaction during this period, my guilt grew daily. I deeply felt that my relationship with Ah Xing was becoming increasingly perverse, yet I couldn't resist sexual temptation each time. This incident finally made me consider quitting this abnormal tutoring job.
The next day, I saw the newspaper; the scandal from the previous night had all been exposed. Fortunately, none of us had been implicated, but Ah Xing wasn't so lucky, because the report targeted the Lei family. I was slightly puzzled—who had leaked yesterday's story? Given Ah Lang's personality, he definitely wouldn't; Lei Wanfeng? As the saying goes, family scandals shouldn't be aired in public; it wouldn't do him any good. As for the fourteen of us involved, of course, we wouldn't expose our own shame. But the fact that it was exposed so quickly meant it must have been one of the people from last night. At the time, I couldn't guess.
Now that the matter had been exposed, I didn't dare resign from my job to Ah Xing's father; I simply stopped going. Although Ah Xing still called me from time to time, I always refused, citing lack of time, and advised him to focus on his studies and spend more time on his coursework, instead of hanging out with that bunch of scoundrels all day. Perhaps after lecturing him too much, he gradually stopped contacting me.
More than a week later, just when I had almost forgotten about this absurd period, one night I received an emergency call from the hospital, telling me that Ah Xing had been brought there covered in blood, and before he lost consciousness, he only managed to say my phone number. Shocked, I immediately gave the hospital his father's contact number and rushed to the hospital.
When I arrived, I was almost horrified by what I saw. Ah Xing was lying motionless on the operating table. I learned from the police at the scene that Ah Xing and his group of friends had been ambushed when they came out of a bar. There were twenty or thirty of them, of unknown origin, who killed five of them and seriously injured ten others. Ah Xing had suffered a severe head injury and was likely to become a vegetable. Ah Guang's Achilles tendons were severed; he barely survived but was destined to be crippled.
Among the other dead and injured, I was horrified to discover that all eight other boys from that night had perished—three dead and five injured, two of whom were still in critical condition. I slumped onto a bench, my mind blank. Life was truly so fragile. Just a week ago, the boy was lively and energetic, thrusting vigorously into my private parts, and now…!
Within days, rumors circulated that Ah Lang had sent the killers. I didn't quite believe it, because I always felt Ah Lang wasn't that kind of person. But besides him, who else could it be? He was the most suspicious! I had to take responsibility for this. I had failed Ah Xing's father's trust, failing to guide him onto the right path and instead joining him in his descent into depravity. If he really became a vegetable, I would never forgive myself for the rest of my life. When I saw Ah Xing again, he had woken up, but he was still dazed and confused, emaciated beyond recognition. Ah Xing's father decided to send him to Canada so that Ah Xing could recover in a new environment.
As I saw Ah Xing off at the airport, he turned back to look at me, struggled, and stammered, "I'm sorry." In that instant, tears welled up in my eyes…
For the next few months, I confined myself to my room to reflect on my mistakes. During those months, I didn't have sex, not even masturbate; I just focused on studying and reviewing, trying to forget the past. At the same time, I wanted to go abroad to temporarily escape this painful place. Not only was hurting Ah Xing heartbreaking, but Ah Lang's ruthlessness also disappointed me. Yes, Ah Xing raped me, but he was a minor, his mind wasn't mature enough, and his crime didn't warrant this. Besides, the subsequent times were consensual; he still had a chance to change. Ah Lang's actions destroyed everything.
A few months later, I stepped onto the plane. I had been accepted into Stanford University's Economics Department, the world's number one department! I never imagined I would have such an opportunity; I have to thank my father's decision and the dean's expertise. Actually, I've always had a knack for studying, but because I was so carefree and hung out with Ah-Tsung and his gang all the time, I never did well in school and couldn't even get into a university in Taiwan, ending up in "college." Now, I guess I've gotten used to a girl's mindset; my mind is especially calm when I'm studying, and my comprehension and memory are incredibly fast. Plus, my English foundation was already pretty good, so I actually succeeded on my first try, which was really unexpected.
My dad was overjoyed and called to try and arrange to meet the dean to thank him again, but he couldn't find him. Apparently, the dean had already immigrated. I was a little confused; the dean was doing so well here, why would he immigrate? But anyway, I've already found out the reason for his brother's impotence, so that's my way of repaying him. If he can't find it, he can't find it!
On the plane, as I looked at the white clouds, I thought about my dad's nagging reminders, and I couldn't help but feel both amused and touched. It's true, my dad used to be both father and mother, which was already hard enough. Then, after my incident and gender reassignment surgery, it took a lot of his effort. Now that I'm studying abroad, although it's a good thing, his worries are no less than before. I secretly made up my mind that since I had finally gotten into a prestigious university, I would definitely excel in the future and repay my father.
Why didn't I think about these things before? It's strange that I only understood these principles after becoming a woman!
I stepped onto American soil, onto the gates of Stanford University. Everything here was different from before; everything had to start from scratch, I told myself. Since I couldn't move into the school dorms yet, I had to find a place to rent online beforehand. I saw an advertisement on Ele.me that said Asian females preferred, looking for a female student. The reasons were that communication would be easier, and females were generally cleaner and tidier than males. The address was near the school, so I chose this one, and the landlord quickly agreed.
Since I didn't have a car, the landlord drove to the school gate to pick me up. I waited under a tree for about ten minutes, and a Ford pulled up in front of my door. The person inside asked, "Are you Sarina?", while the windshield slowly rolled down. When I saw him, I was both surprised and delighted—it was the dean!
He was equally surprised to see me. "So Sarina is Xiaowei, what a coincidence!" We both felt like we'd met a long-lost relative in a foreign land. Especially when I saw the dean helping me with my luggage, it felt like he was my father. And indeed, without him, how could I be who I am today?
On the way, I chatted with him for a while. It turned out that his younger brother hadn't gotten along with Alang since that incident, and eventually resigned. Of course, he didn't fare well at other companies either, so the dean and his family immigrated to the United States. The more I listened
, the more uneasy I felt. "You don't need to worry," he said. "As far as I know, Cheng Lang is fine. It's just that A-Jie has his own issues and can't get along with people, so he resigned. Once the news got out, other companies didn't want him either. But it's good this way. With A-Jie's talent, he can still develop in the United States. Besides, American medical technology is advanced, which will be more helpful for my further research."
Hearing him say this made me feel a little better. When we arrived at his house, the dean's wife came out to greet me, very politely, but of course she didn't know I was the dean's patient. Luckily, the dean's brother lived on his own, otherwise, it would have been incredibly awkward to meet him.
The dean's house was really big, with a swimming pool about 15 meters long. I was thrilled. I used to be on the school swimming team, and that interest hasn't changed even after my gender reassignment surgery. "Judging from your fit physique, you must be a good swimmer. You can really put your skills to good use in the future," the dean said, as if he had read my mind. The dean and his wife took great care of me in every way. Sometimes when I came home late from class, they would invite me to eat with them. If they made a good soup, they would always save a big bowl for me. I got along very well with them, just like a member of the dean's family. At home, I would wear shorts and a t-shirt, adding a touch of beauty to the house.
Time flies. When I first arrived, it was the dead of winter, and in the blink of an eye, it was the height of summer. That summer was particularly hot; the jasmine in the garden bloomed early, its intoxicating fragrance wafting from the small, white buds. Every afternoon after class, I would wander in the clear, blue water amidst the fragrant blossoms. Many times, the dean would come home from work to find my fit body tumbling in the water, the waves surging, a sight to behold. Although he was the one who made my body, he still praised it highly when he saw it, jokingly calling it self-praise. Sometimes his wife would cook in the kitchen, and it would be just the two of us swimming outside. During our conversations and play, our bodies inevitably bumped into each other a little, but I figured there was no need to avoid that with the director.
Once, my little earring somehow got sucked into the swimming pool pipes. It was the first gift my dad gave me after my gender reassignment surgery! How could I lose it? In a panic, I complained to the director. Seeing that I was almost in tears, he searched the entire clear pool bottom with all his might, but couldn't find the earring anywhere.
The director believed the earring must still be inside the pipe. If it wasn't blocked by the small basket at the inlet, it would likely have gotten stuck in the small basket inside the mercury filter. The swimming pool water is filtered for several hours daily by an electro-mercury filter, with water sucked in from one outlet and sprayed out from the other, passing through a sand separator to trap the debris before being flushed out. He hoped the earring wouldn't have gotten into the sand filter, as that would be a big problem.
The director checked the inlet basket and, finding nothing, went to the mercury filter, opened the lid, and pulled out the small plastic basket inside. As soon as he emptied out the leaves and debris, there it was—a tiny gold earring inlaid with small diamonds. I was overjoyed. When he placed the earring in my hand, I was so excited that I hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. My round breasts inadvertently pressed against his strong chest. In my haste, the dean, unsure of what to do with his hands, awkwardly patted my plump buttocks as a gesture of 'no problem'.
Perhaps stimulated by this, my unruly penis reflexively hardened, creating a tent in front of the dean's narrow swimming trunks, clearly visible in the crystal-clear water. Upon seeing this, my face immediately flushed red. I smiled, quickly thanked him, and hurriedly went to take a shower.
From that time on, I never saw the dean while swimming. Perhaps he was afraid of causing unnecessary trouble, and only went into the water after I had gotten out to do his own water training.
Another day, it was an exceptionally hot day, with the blazing sun overhead. I had no classes in the afternoon, so I rushed back home. Covered in sweat, the first thing I did upon entering was take a shower. After showering, I wanted to put my clothes back on, but then I remembered that the dean's wife had gone to visit friends in a neighboring city, and the dean wouldn't be back until evening. I was alone in the house. It was so hot; why wear these clingy clothes? But being naked felt indecent, so I put on a white thong and left the bathroom. It felt great because it was a very thin thong, maximizing the exposure of my body and reducing heat buildup. Actually, many people in the West do this; it's not unusual, it's just that we Easterners haven't accepted it yet. I didn't even wear a bra. You see, my breasts are close to an E-cup, and wearing a bra in this heat would be suffocating.
After preparing for the day, I went swimming. It was truly enjoyable; the coolness of nature was much better than indoor air conditioning. In the evening, I went to take a shower. The door opened—the dean was back! Oh no, why was he back earlier than usual? My clothes were still in the room, so I turned off the tap, grabbed a towel, and sprinted back to the room at breakneck speed. Luckily, the director didn't see me. I hurriedly put my clothes back on, only to realize that my underwear was still in the changing room. Episode 30: Unable to Control Myself 　　I rushed back to the changing room, only to witness an unbelievable scene through the crack in the door. 　　The director had already taken off his clothes, preparing to change into his swimming trunks, when he looked up and saw a clean white thong hanging on the hook. I think the director was quite surprised at that moment. He reached out and took it down; it was still wet, so he probably guessed it was mine, because his wife didn't have such a sexy and alluring thong. The director held the thong in his hands and examined it closely. The part that touched his anus was slightly yellowish, which made him feel hot and his hands tremble. A light and small thong felt as heavy as a mountain to him. The director looked around guiltily, and I quickly walked away. A while later, I returned to the door to peek again. By this time, the dean was certain he was alone in the bathroom. Filled with intense curiosity, he put on my thong. The moment the narrow strip of fabric touched his buttocks, a strange sensation shot upwards to his head, and his penis became even more erect, pushing the thong into an arrowhead shape. 　　The dean gently tugged at the back of the fabric a few times, and waves of pleasure rippled from the tip of his penis as the fabric rubbed against his glans. Feeling like he was about to ejaculate, he probably worried about getting my pants dirty, so he took off the thong, held the area stained with my pale yellow fluid to his nose, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. I guessed that my shapely figure was definitely on his mind. 　　It seemed the dean was quite absorbed, fantasizing about me—probably something related to my body. He grew increasingly excited, eagerly covering his mouth and nose with his pants, inhaling deeply. One hand unconsciously gripped his already swollen penis, stroking it. His heart pounded, his mind raced, his lower abdomen contracted, and the stimulation intensified. The dean was mentally raping me. The sensitive climax finally arrived. He recklessly pulled my underwear over his glans, letting streams of hot semen spurt onto the pristine white thong. 　　After the ecstasy, the dean quickly washed the semen off the thong and hung it back up as before. Under the shower spray, he savored the emotional impact my thong had had on him; in thought and consciousness, he had been having an affair. In action, driven by primal desire, he had committed a somewhat perverse act. Strangely, even now, as the cold water washed over him, his body remained incredibly aroused, perhaps because subconsciously, he had raped a woman. 　　When the dean came out of the shower and saw me again, a feeling akin to a crime made him hesitant to look at me. I knew what was going on, of course. After he left, I went inside to retrieve my underwear. That night, when I encountered him, my face was flushed. This was because my most private parts had been seen by a man, and this man and I lived in the same room every day. Although this man had undergone body reconstruction, there was still a difference between men and women. Of course, neither of us showed it on our faces. We continued to chat and laugh as usual, but there was a strange feeling, like the secret excitement of an affair, stemming from a secret that no one else knew about.

After some time, the dean's wife discovered she was pregnant and was vomiting severely. The dean, often at work, didn't have time to care for her, so she said she was going to stay with her parents for two weeks to rest and recuperate, supposedly to ensure a healthy pregnancy. I asked the dean if he would feel uncomfortable without his wife, and he replied, "The house is so quiet without her. It's been a long time since I've enjoyed such a peaceful life alone, and I'm not a very noisy girl." It seemed their relationship wasn't very good. I continued to swim every day after school as usual. With the dean's wife gone, he didn't feel much pressure, sometimes even jumping in before I got out of the water to swim with me. Most of the time we just chatted and laughed casually, sometimes chasing each other in the water, our hands and feet naturally brushing against each other.
Clearly, since that incident in the bathroom, we seemed to have grown closer in some way, jokingly calling each other brother and sister. Although the dean had essentially re-established my relationship, in terms of age, we were at most siblings.
I always cooked separately; our kitchen was quite large, so I never found it inconvenient. Now that it's just the two of us living together, we inevitably end up cooking together. That day, the dean was off work, and he suggested we cook together that evening to save trouble; he could buy some local seafood and make a seafood feast. I was delighted and immediately agreed.
After that was settled, in the afternoon, the dean drove me to a famous fish market by the sea and bought crabs, shrimp, and sashimi. We browsed the fish market like a married couple, picking and choosing. I was very excited because it was my first time shopping there. Infected by my excitement, the dean was also happy. Being alone with such a beautiful, single young woman made him feel like he had rediscovered a long-lost sense of romance. However, the dean was a married man, and his situation didn't allow him to have any improper thoughts about me, and I couldn't let myself do anything wrong. I knew I couldn't let his wife know that we were out alone together; these things are sometimes hard to explain, and women are naturally jealous. I understood this perfectly well, whether I changed my mind or not.
That evening, the dean personally cooked. His specialties included stir-fried crab with ginger and scallions and pan-fried prawns. As I washed the vegetables nearby, the aroma made me frequently turn my head, swallowing hard as I gazed at the delicious dishes in the pot. Seeing my drooling, he chuckled, picked up a piece of crab roe with his chopsticks, and brought it to my lips. I happily blew on it to cool it down, then let him put the fragrant yellow roe into my mouth. I blinked contentedly, savoring the deliciousness. Seeing my amused expression, he wanted to kiss me on the cheek, but the dean didn't dare. The dinner was sumptuous, and we enjoyed it immensely. It was the first time we'd eaten alone since I moved in. With no one else in the house, we both felt relaxed. The delicious seafood paired with local white wine made for a long-awaited, tasteful dinner.
After dinner, I was in charge of washing the dishes. The dean had made coffee in the living room and reserved a cup for me. When I returned after washing the dishes, we drank coffee, watched TV, and chatted.
Around ten o'clock, we checked the time and said goodnight to each other before going to our rooms to sleep.
Back in my room, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen, and my skin was incredibly itchy. So I went to the director's room and knocked. A voice answered from inside, "Is that you, Xiaowei?" "Yes, it's me, please open the door."
The light came on, and I got up and turned it on. The director, wearing a bathrobe, opened the door. I leaned against the doorframe, clutching my stomach, looking at him helplessly with a furrowed brow. He quickly asked what was wrong, and I said with a pained expression that my stomach hurt and my skin was itchy. He said he would take a look, so I lifted my nightgown to show him a section of my thigh. I could see several faint red bumps on my fair skin. The director immediately diagnosed it as a food allergy, probably caused by the seafood I ate that evening. He said he didn't have any medical equipment at home and that I needed to go to the hospital immediately. I glanced at the clock on the wall; the hour hand was already pointing to 2 o'clock. The director didn't hesitate; he told me to go back and get dressed, and he would take me to the emergency room.
We hurried on our way in the darkness. In the car, I kept groaning, clutching my stomach. He patted my hand to comfort me, and I turned to look at him to express my gratitude. Fortunately, the roads were deserted late at night, and after 15 minutes we arrived at a hospital with a night clinic. He helped me inside to sit down, then went to register. After a short wait, it was my turn. He accompanied me to the doctor's room. After examining me, the doctor confirmed it was a food allergy. He said that to recover quickly, I should get an injection. I said I'd be happy with the injection; I had school the next day and didn't want this to interfere with my studies.
The doctor gave me an injection in my buttock. The head doctor initially suggested leaving to avoid the situation, but I said no, and asked him to stay with me, since he had already examined my body. So he sat down next to me again, unable to resist stealing a glance at my exposed, white buttocks. When the needle went in, I frowned and gripped his hand tightly.
After about two hours of commotion, we finally left the hospital. On the way home, I looked at him as he drove and said, "I'm so sorry to have kept you up all night." The hospital director smiled and comforted me, saying, "Don't mention it. I'm relieved you're alright. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to handle the consequences if your dad came after me." His joke eased my mind considerably.
Back home, he helped me take the medicine the doctor prescribed and then drove me to my room to rest. I stood gratefully at the door and said to the director, "Thank you." Suddenly, I couldn't help but kiss him on the cheek. "Goodnight." "Goodnight," he replied, turning and walking towards his bedroom, his hand still touching the spot where my lipstick had left.
The next morning, the director went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. He happened to see me washing my face there, wearing only a white bathrobe, and I could faintly smell the scent of a woman just waking up. Seeing him about to leave, I immediately nodded to signal him to come in, and he did.
The dean asked me with concern if I felt better after getting up. I nodded affirmatively, my almond-shaped eyes gazing at him with a knowing smile. I shifted slightly to make room for him to wash together. He paused, as only he and his wife had ever washed their faces together like this before. However, the dean seemed quite content to be in the same room with me, enjoying the warm, fresh scent of a woman in the morning. We brushed our teeth, washed our faces, and groomed ourselves in front of the mirror. My rosy cheeks were reflected in the mirror; without makeup, I appeared even more elegant and refined. We gazed at each other in the mirror for a while, and a strange feeling rose within me. I turned to look at him, and he turned back to look at me. Suddenly, the dean impulsively pulled me into a hug around the waist, and before I could react, he pressed his lips to mine. I let out a soft "Mmm" and let his tongue roam freely in my mouth. To be honest, I was passively accepting his passionate kiss.
The dean's hand slipped inside my robe, caressing my smooth belly. Just as he was about to move up to my breasts, I snapped back to reality, pulling away from his mouth and stammering, "No, no...no..." I pulled away from his embrace and hurried back to my room. Through the crack in the door,
I saw the dean standing there, stunned, his thoughts a jumble, still savoring the taste of my sweet, moist lips. After a while, I changed my clothes, grabbed my bag, and rushed off to class. I could tell the dean was a little embarrassed to look at me. But thinking about it, it wasn't a big deal. When I returned around dinnertime, I was much more relaxed. After greeting the dean, I hummed a tune as I went back to my room. The dean seemed to have completely shaken off the unease he'd felt that morning due to his impulsiveness—of course, he was influenced by me.
I changed my clothes and came out of the room. Because of the hot weather, I was only wearing a blue off-shoulder tank top and a pair of floral silk shorts. From the back, I could vaguely see the outline of a very narrow thong.
The dean was cooking in the kitchen, and I wanted to cook some noodles too. He said we could cook together. We busied ourselves in the kitchen, exchanging casual, unimportant words, but the dean tried his best not to bring up what had happened that morning. But I noticed that behind me, the dean couldn't help but steal glances at my smooth shoulders, my high, shapely buttocks, and the thong covering my cleft. Once, he reached for the condiments next to me from behind, and I moved slightly too. Because we were so close, his lower abdomen accidentally brushed against my buttocks. It was soft yet elastic, and the back of my ears turned bright red. He deliberately lingered there, his lower abdomen still pressed against my round buttocks. I twisted, but couldn't escape his tight grip. Because of this friction, his lower body felt aroused. He couldn't pretend anymore, so he took the opportunity to wrap his arms around my waist from behind and hug me. "We can't run away anymore. I like you, I can't lie to myself."
I didn't struggle much, but calmly replied, "We can't do this. You have a family, this will ruin you. You said that yourself, don't you remember?" "
I'm just pursuing my own happiness. This is my own choice, and I'm willing to bear the consequences of my pursuit." As he spoke, he kissed my pink neck. I felt ticklish and chuckled, trying to avoid his advances. But he continued to tease me, kissing my neck several times. I couldn't resist the tickling sensation, so I suddenly turned around, hooked my arms around his neck, and gave him a hard kiss. Then I pushed him away and said, "Okay, stop it, really."
I turned back to continue cooking my noodles. The director stood behind me and boldly placed his hand on my pert buttocks, caressing my bouncy bottom. I groaned "Oh," feeling so comfortable that I didn't want to move anymore, letting him continue. He touched my butt crack, feeling the thong up and down, and whispered in my ear, "I love it when women wear underwear like this." I wiggled my buttocks, laughed, and said "You're so annoying," before pulling away again.
By this time, our dinner was ready, and the director let me go, no longer bothering me. We set out our tableware and began to eat. The director was very knowledgeable about women's psychology; he knew that such things couldn't be done too roughly, or women would be disgusted. When the opportunity arose, women would automatically offer themselves.
That evening, the dean's wife called to ask how he was doing alone. He said he was fine, and hadn't had such peace and quiet in a long time. He told her to rest assured and recuperate at her mother's house. His wife hung up, reassured. For some reason, after hanging up, the dean felt uneasy, perhaps feeling a little despicable. He couldn't help it; despite his excellent medical skills, he was still only human. Faced with the allure of women, he couldn't escape the curse of his conscience. However, in our lives, it's difficult to guarantee we won't make mistakes, especially for men alone. Being tempted by beauty is as natural as a constant law, as inevitable as rain during the plum rain season. This was a truth I knew before my gender reassignment surgery. But the dean's wife's call acted as a reminder, making the dean hesitant to make any moves on me for two days. We maintained a polite distance. Two days passed peacefully. It was another hot Sunday. I had arranged to go out with a classmate early in the morning, and it would be several hours later. When I returned, the dean was drinking beer in the lobby to quench his thirst.
Episode 31: Wishes Fulfilled
I was wearing a light-colored floral print sundress, perfectly suited to the sweltering summer heat. My rosy cheeks were flushed from the sun. As I stepped into the room, I exclaimed, "It's so hot!" The dean was drinking an ice-cold beer under the ceiling fan. He smiled at me and said, "Come and have a drink." I smiled back, went over, and sat on the rattan chair opposite him. I opened a can, tilted my head back, and gulped down several mouthfuls, feeling the sweat slowly trickling down my delicate neck, flowing between my two heaving, high breasts.
I put down the beer and saw the dean staring at me blankly. I said, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong with me?"
"Oh, no, you're beautiful everywhere," the dean replied shyly, head down.
I roughly guessed what he was thinking but was too embarrassed to point it out. He handed me a tissue, which I took and used to wipe my sweat. I glanced shyly at the garden outside. The ceiling fan whirred silently overhead, a gentle breeze ruffling my skirt and revealing my long, shapely legs, glistening with sweat. Looking
down at my perfect figure, I thought, "Without the director, I'd still be a freakish, androgynous monster. How could I have such a proud figure?" Just then, the intoxicating fragrance of jasmine wafted in from the window, refreshing my mind. I mustered my courage and softly asked, "What did you see in the bathroom last time?"
"Whatever it was, I saw," the director replied, beating around the bush.
"You're not angry with me for being so careless, are you? I shouldn't have left my dirty pants inside."
"No, I already said I really like women wearing that style."
Hearing him say that, my face flushed, and I gave a thoughtful "Oh." Ever since that encounter in the kitchen that night, my heart had been pounding. Although the director was nearing middle age, he exuded an irresistible masculine charm. Most importantly, he was the one who created my body, and to me, he had an intangible sense of intimacy. Especially after I knew he wanted to possess my body, I often felt an urge to give it to him.
But that was just a thought in my mind; outwardly, we couldn't cross that line. After all, our relationship wasn't the kind that could easily lead to a physical relationship. He was the landlord, a married man, and I was the tenant, a single woman. He was the director, the benefactor who created my body, and I was the patient, a transgender person he had transformed with his advanced technology.
However, the primal male fascination with the opposite sex, coupled with the fact that the dean seemed to have been deprived of intimacy for a long time, kept him constantly watching me. At that moment, he secretly peered down from my half-exposed, full breasts: my slender waist tightly clung to by the floral dress; my long, full thighs beneath the hem; my perfectly proportioned calves. The swirling breeze made the dress open even wider, and he stared intently at the end of those alluring thighs, hoping to catch a glimpse of the white thong he had been longing for. However, my full thighs were now joined together at the end, forming a narrow slit, so the dean couldn't see the thong.
"Hey, are you alright? What are you thinking about?" I asked deliberately, instinctively opening my legs.
A glimpse of my thong had already caused the usually calm and witty dean to ramble on, "No, nothing at all, you're very charming, I'm a little distracted."
His compliment made my face flush red. In my confusion, I grabbed my beer and took two big gulps, my chest heaving, making my full breasts appear even more prominent. Then I smiled slightly and said, "What? Getting restless when your wife's not around?"
My question made him instantly embarrassed, as if I had discovered his lewd fantasies. But at the same time, it further broke down the barrier between us; he was surprised that I had asked such a sensitive question so boldly. However, now that I knew his thoughts, he wasn't afraid to tear down the veil.
The dean walked over and knelt down in front of me. I was flustered by his action. He held my hands in his palms, looked into my eyes, and said, "You're really captivating, you've driven me crazy, what am I going to do?"
I didn't know what to say, so I simply turned my head away, silently agreeing. The dean was clever; he knew I had agreed. He slowly stroked my arms upwards; my silky skin felt wonderful, and the dean gently caressed it, clearly enjoying it. This caress, combined with my nervousness, made me start to feel a little short of breath.
He slowly lifted my skirt with both hands, finally revealing the narrow thong he had longed for day and night. It was still so white, the thin strips of fabric now deeply embedded in my vulva. He played with my beautiful, full buttocks, rubbing them back and forth on my lovely thighs. Waves of alluring fleshy sensations traveled from his palms to my brain. I was intoxicated, enjoying the director's caresses on my buttocks. While touching my buttocks, the director buried his head deeply between my legs, greedily inhaling the enticing scent of flesh and the faint, womanly aroma emanating from my vulva. He stuck out his tongue and frantically licked the thong embedded in my vulva and the tender labia on both sides. "Ah...ah...ah..." I moaned, unable to resist spreading my legs wide to welcome his baptism. He gently pulled on the thin strip of fabric, causing the thong to sink deeper into my vulva, the pink flesh undulating with each movement. "Ah...uh...oh..." I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and moaned even more intensely, my juices gradually seeping from my beautiful little honey hole, soaking the thin strip of fabric. The dean eagerly licked the glistening nectar, his erect penis already peeking restlessly from one leg of his shorts, rising and falling as if trying to find that alluring secret cave. I noticed this exposed symbol of manhood, and naturally reached out to gently take it, skillfully playing with it back and forth. The penis became even harder in my delicate hand.
This excited the director even more. He laid me flat on the bench, shakily pulling off my floral mini-dress, removing my bra, and then slowly pulling down my white thong, a thin white strand of fluid stretching into an arc in the air. He leaned down and kissed my cherry lips tightly, his powerful tongue forcing open my teeth, desperately sucking out the sweet saliva. Our tongues intertwined and battled. Women find kissing very enjoyable, and at this moment, my whole body went limp. While
kissing me, the director freed his hands to wantonly play with my alluring breasts. These large breasts were also the director's creation, and now that he wanted to play with them, how could I refuse? Of course, I didn't want to refuse. The director's hands trembled nervously, yet they were also skilled and powerful. He was simply squeezing and kneading my breasts, and my nipples were already erect and restless. Seeing this, the director naturally wouldn't miss the opportunity, his nimble and powerful tongue abandoning my mouth to attack my two cherry-red nipples. My nipples are an erogenous zone on my body, how could they withstand this combined attack of strength and gentleness? My lower body immediately became flooded. As my nipples were licked, my legs twisted restlessly below. The director noticed this and then abandoned my breasts, taking my beautiful, hairy vulva into his mouth, letting his tongue tease and tumble my labia majora and minora. Under his stimulation, I kept moaning "Ah, ah," my beautiful legs raised high in a V-shape.
He stroked my beautiful thighs, gazing at my opening and closing vulva, and then turned me over, making me kneel on the bench, my snow-white buttocks raised high. His long-awaited, thick penis found the entrance to my honeyed hole, the glans plowing and manipulating my moist labia like a plow. I turned my head, panting, and said, "Gently, ah, gently go in." He nodded, without replying, and used his two thumbs to slowly pry open my two pink labia. I immediately let out an "Oh," and then his waist thrust slightly, his large, red glans penetrating the tight entrance first. "Ah..." I squeezed out a long sound from my throat.
The director pushed harder, going in a little further. He held my plump buttocks, and with the accompaniment of my vaginal fluid, slowly inserted his penis into my vagina section by section. Although I was a veteran of many sexual encounters, my vagina was still very tight, and my penis was tightly wrapped, creating an indescribable squeezing sensation. He slowly pulled his penis out and then pushed it back in, repeating this motion until it was completely wet with my vaginal fluid. The thrusting became smoother, and he increased his speed. The "slap, slap!" sounds of flesh colliding echoed in the quiet room. Stimulated by the impact, I closed my eyes, resting my head on the director's arm to breathe, my snow-white buttocks arching even higher, greedily chasing the pleasure brought by his penis.
Holding these beautiful buttocks he had longed for day and night, the director forgot all his worries of the past few days, watching his penis go in and out of my little hole with abandon. On either side of my pink buttocks were two plump, snow-white mounds of flesh. As he thrust, he slapped the tender flesh of my buttocks, making "slap! slap!" sounds. This sound of slapping a woman's buttocks seemed to greatly stimulate the director's sexual nerves. The dean was an expert in sex, but his self-control wasn't as good as a young man's. He didn't want to ejaculate too quickly; he wanted to savor my delicious treat. So he paused his thrusting, leaned forward, pressed against my back, and cupped my drooping breasts in his hands, playing with them wantonly. He gently asked, "Is it good?" I closed my eyes and nodded, "Mmm." He was very pleased to see me enjoying it.
He straightened up and began to slowly thrust again, while simultaneously rubbing my anus in circles with his thumb. My anus is, of course, one of my most sensitive erogenous zones, and the stimulation made me groan "Oh..." and my buttocks involuntarily wiggle a few times. At this moment, his penis, having been inside my vagina for so long, made a "pop, pop" sound from my vagina with each thrust, like farting. This was caused by the compression of gas inside the vagina, a phenomenon only experienced by women with tight vaginas.
His thumb sank deeper into my anus, and his penis began to thrust faster with a series of popping sounds. His orgasm began, and his penis swelled up considerably. I was so stimulated that I writhed my hips wildly, the stimulation from his penis intensifying with each movement. He held my buttocks, increasing the speed and depth of his thrusts. Each time he reached the narrowing point, I cried out "Ah!" and my vaginal muscles contracted. The director knew he had aroused this little girl, so he thrust even harder. At the same time, he caressed and played with my breasts, kneading my nipples. This only made me more aroused. I groaned loudly, twisting my head back and forth, my hair flying in the wind. My vagina contracted even more intensely. I grabbed the skirt beside me and bit it to stifle my cries. My legs bent slightly backward from the intense stimulation.
Seeing that I was on the verge of orgasm, the director thrust into my vagina ten times in quick succession, making me scream wildly. Finally, he pressed his large penis tightly against my vaginal opening and poured streams of thick semen into my tight, sweet vagina. After the torrential climax, I collapsed weakly onto the bench, him pressing against my back. His still-erect penis slid slowly out of my vagina, his body pressed tightly against my plump buttocks, trying to prevent it from slipping out too quickly. At the same time, he gently licked my sweaty back with his tongue. The salty, fragrant sweat moistened his throat like sweet dew. I half-closed my eyes, panting and enjoying the afterglow of my sexual release, my mouth slightly open, my breath sweet as orchids. He then slowly inserted his middle finger into my mouth, and I immediately began to suckle greedily like a baby. The warm sensation enveloped his finger, my little tongue gently swirling inside.
The ceiling fan above was still slowly turning; the empty beer cans were still on the coffee table; two naked, fair-skinned men and women lay face down on the bench, one on top of the other; the warm setting sun shone on their bodies, now at peace after their climax, their skin seemingly still radiating heat and glowing with a golden light. We lay there lazily, reluctantly savoring the pleasure of skin-to-skin contact. His penis had slipped out of my vagina, and semen slowly trickled from between us. We didn't want to pay attention to it; let the sticky fluid bind us together.
Episode 32: Adulterers and
Adulteresses After I had a relationship with the dean, during the time we spent alone together, we slept together every night like a married couple, sometimes in my bed, sometimes in his. After making love passionately, we would lazily embrace each other and drift off to sleep, completely forgetting all our troubles. I was captivated by the sexual pleasure and tenderness that the dean, this middle-aged man, brought me. He offered a different kind of enjoyment compared to Ah Xing, allowing me to experience normal sex (frankly, while Ah Xing's methods were stimulating, they were also somewhat perverse). He was also captivated by my youthful and beautiful body, and by the long-lost feelings of love I gave him. This was because I learned from the dean that his and his wife's sex life was neither harmonious nor enjoyable.
I believe that sometimes the dean felt a pang of guilt, especially when he thought of his wife. But in this particular situation, personal desires took over his mind. What he wanted was that ecstatic feeling of being with a young woman like me. Morality and conscience could wait until later. How many opportunities in life can one break free of constraints and fully enjoy sex? I think that's what the dean thought.
After we became intimate, we would make love very casually at home, whether in the living room, the kitchen, or the bathroom. As long as we teased each other and our sexual desire was aroused, we would naturally undress each other and fully enjoy the pleasure of sex.
That evening, after dinner, the early summer night felt a bit stuffy. The dean suggested we go for a night swim in the pool. I readily agreed. The pool was secluded, and only the two of us were splashing and playing in the cool water. The stars in the sky twinkled, as if watching us wink, and the moonlight made us both look even whiter.
The dean held me, kissed my lips, and slowly pulled down my swimsuit. I also took off his swimming trunks, and the two naked bodies intertwined in the water. In the moonlight, my body appeared especially white; I had never been this white before. It must be because of the estrogen injections. My two full breasts were particularly beautiful, my round and perky buttocks were incredibly sensual, and my long, beautiful legs were indescribably gorgeous. He lovingly played with this youthful beauty.
Under his skillful teasing, I moved passionately in his arms, panting softly, my hands constantly stroking his penis up and down, and repeatedly pulling it towards my own vulva. The dean, of course, knew what I needed. He had me hold his neck with both hands, wrap my legs around his waist, and my vulva was perfectly aligned with his large glans. With a thrust of his hips, his penis entered my vagina more easily in the water. The novel feeling of making love in the water excited me greatly, and my buttocks swayed violently. Under the silent night sky, only the sound of the rushing water and our faint breathing could be heard. Soon, the dean reached his climax, holding me tightly as he ejaculated in the water. I clung to his neck, moaning "Oh, oh," welcoming the stimulating sensation.
He put me down, pulling his penis out. We saw specks of white, snowflake-like semen floating in the water, and we laughed at each other. We brushed the semen aside with our hands, then ran naked ashore and back into the house.
We went into the bathroom together, lathering each other with shower gel under the showerhead, then washing each other's vaginas. He washed my vagina, I washed his penis, and we even washed each other's anuses—it felt so intimate.
After showering, we went back to his bedroom, naked, embracing and caressing each other on the bed. My body always drove him wild; no matter how he touched or grabbed me, it wasn't enough. I always smiled and endured his frenzied play, my juices flowing freely. My hand was gently stroking his penis. He pressed my head down, and I understood his meaning. I leaned back, opened my cherry-like mouth, and slowly took his thick, swollen penis into my mouth. His penis was sucked and licked in my warm mouth, becoming harder and harder. I heard the director say, "Darling, turn around."
With his big cock still in my mouth, I turned around to be in a 69 position with him. My stunningly beautiful buttocks were now displayed in front of him. My two snow-white buttocks were two semicircles, full and fleshy. Between my buttocks was a light pink groove. My small anus was very delicately closed, and the radiating chrysanthemum buds were pink. A little below my anus was my alluring little honey hole, which was now full of lustful fluid. My labia were a beautiful light pink, and my pubic hair was long and thick, almost covering my labia and extending all the way to my anus.
"Xiaowei, I never imagined you were so lewd. Look, you have so much pubic hair, even a little bit around your anus."
"Isn't it because your surgery was successful?"
"If you weren't so lewd, the effect wouldn't be so obvious."
The director used his two thumbs to spread my small labia apart, which were already blooming like a flower. The small opening in the center of the flower was secreting slippery, sticky love fluid. He brought his mouth to my lips, stuck out his tongue, and began to lick the slightly protruding vulva. I started to moan "woo, woo," and sucked his penis even more vigorously.
He held my buttocks, his tongue constantly teasing me. My face was wet with my love fluid. He then moved his tongue up and gently touched my pink anus. I immediately trembled with a "ah." He then used his tongue to vigorously rub back and forth on my anus, sometimes sticking in and teasing it. Stimulated by this, I shook my buttocks even more frantically, as if trying to get rid of his tongue, or as if calling for even greater stimulation.
Driven by lust, I swallowed and spit out his penis even more frantically, making "slurp, slurp" sounds. He held my buttocks tightly, his face pressed against my buttocks cleft, his mouth desperately sucking on my wet mons pubis, while his genitals gradually felt intense stimulation as I had his penis deeply inside my throat, my tongue constantly swirling.
My deep-throating technique had greatly improved, and the dean, unable to resist such teasing, finally let his lust burst forth like a dam breaking, letting thick semen gushing into my mouth. The excruciating pleasure made him bury his mouth and nose deep into my vulva, arching his back. I could only make muffled "ooh, ooh" sounds, of course, taking in all the semen.
As his completely wet mouth and nose slowly withdrew from my vulva, I felt his softened penis still lingering in my warm little mouth. Seeing me swallowing his precious semen, he became excited, clamping my face between his legs, almost suffocating me. His mouth also seized the opportunity to desperately suck the juices from my labia; at that moment, that tender, lustful fluid was as sweet as a clear spring to him.
Although the director was still very excited, I could already feel his penis gradually softening. He turned around, slightly out of breath, and said, "I'm so sorry, Xiaowei, the director is getting old and can't satisfy you anymore."
"It's okay, you don't have much sex usually. Actually, both men and women feel frustrated. Take this opportunity to let me serve you, as a way to repay your kindness in giving me a second chance."
"Don't say that. By the way, Xiaowei, have you done this many times before?"
So I told the director about my previous sexual adventures in detail.
After listening, the hospital director frowned and said, "This isn't good. I know you have a strong sex drive, and you don't have to worry about getting pregnant, but you shouldn't be so promiscuous. What Lei Wanxing did was very abnormal, and it can affect your mental health."
Hearing the director's lecture, my face flushed red. "I know, I agree."
"Look, it's only been six months since your surgery, and your nipples have turned brown, no longer the pink they were when you were discharged. You'll get married someday, so don't be so indulgent."
"Director, I'm not a real woman, how can I get married?"
"Except for not being able to get pregnant, you're no different from other women. Many young people nowadays have very open views on fertility. I believe you will find someone."
Hearing this, I suddenly thought of Alang. He loved me so much; I wondered what he would do if he knew I was transgender. I couldn't bear to imagine it.

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