Angela's Fantastic Journey

Angela's story is unbelievable.

We chatted on and off on BBS for four or five years, and each time we met again after a while,
she was a completely different person, with an unimaginable story.

I don't know how much of her story is true; maybe it's all
just . But, with such a rich imagination, making life more colorful, what
does it matter if it's true or not?

Our conversation started with sex toys. At that time, she was working for a foreign company, and her biggest
dream wasn't to be a CEO, but to open a sex toy store with her girlfriends. She enthusiastically told
me about her various creative ideas and plans for running the business… and the joy of owning hundreds of sex toys.

If that's the case, then why not do it? Angela said she still couldn't give up her current
, well-paying job. Opening a store means taking risks; after all, it's a completely different
life!

Several months after disappearing, I met her again on a BBS. Her sex toy shop had opened. She happily
thanked me for the inspiration I had given her, saying that life is short and she had decided to pursue her dreams.

She was very happy talking about the newly opened shop. Although business wasn't great yet, the lack of work pressure made it very
relaxing. The two sisters could try different new toys every day, which made them feel happy both physically and mentally. They even
modeled the toys themselves and created a catalog so that every customer could clearly see
how the various sex toys actually worked.

"Including dildos?"

"Especially dildos!"

"Anal plugs? Nipple clamps?"

"Of course."

"What if someone asks the owner to demonstrate on the spot?"

"We have a small room for testing."

Oh my god, if there were a sex toy shop like that, I would definitely visit and buy from it every day!

Two or three months later, I ran into her again late one night.

"How's business?"

"Very good."

She told me that not only was business good, but she had also become good friends with a regular customer.

"You became my boyfriend?"

"Hehe~~ You guessed wrong, it's not a man, it's a woman."

Well, that's not surprising, she's always practiced both male and female cultivation.

She said it was a young married woman, without children, whose husband lived in mainland China. One time she came to buy a vibrator,
and after trying it, she not only became a regular customer but also a close confidante. She and Sandy, who ran the shop together
, would already play together, and after the married woman joined, the three of them played even more lewdly.

Of course, she didn't say they were lewd; she just described how the three of them played with double-headed dildos, played with
vibrating dildos, and how they seduced male customers to play with three women at once... It was practically the Dragon Gate Inn of the sex toy world.

They chatted on and off for a while, and one day she suddenly mentioned that a customer wanted to open a club and wanted
the three of them to join.

"A club?"

"Yes, a high-end club that offers all sorts of special services, maybe for business drinking, maybe for sex. Clients
are all screened; unless someone introduces you, ordinary people can't get in."

"Are you considering going?"

she said. Her Pandora's box had been opened; simple sex was no longer enough for her. She craved
a more intense, more exciting lifestyle.

I remembered a conversation I had with her before, where she mentioned a similar sexual fantasy: being treated as a sex slave,
kneeling at the shop's entrance every day, serving every customer who came in, using her mouth to wash their penises so they had clean
, hard penises to have sex with the women in the shop.

When a customer or a woman in the shop needed her, she would immediately go into the room, catching the customer's
semen with her mouth, or sucking and drinking the semen flowing from the woman's vagina after the customer ejaculated
, and also cleaning the customer's sticky, fluid-covered penis.

"Every time I think about this scenario, I tremble with excitement... Maybe I just need to be
a slutty woman like myself, to be played with, to be fucked," she said.

"This is a different life, maybe I'll never come back!"

"I know."

She disappeared for a long time afterward, never appearing on MSN or BBS again. Until I almost forgot
she existed, one morning her little green icon lit up on MSN, sending a message.

"Long time no see."

Receiving the message, I knew something new had happened.

Angela said that later they decided to close the sex shop and go their separate ways. She
went to a club, and a few months later met a man there. The man always went alone, booked a private room, didn't
say much, and had no other demands, just wanted her to wear a collar and obediently lie at his feet like a bitch.

One day the man asked her if she would like to go to America with him and be his personal bitch. She agreed, and so she followed
the man across the ocean to California, where they moved into a house with a large yard. There, she underwent various forms of training, learning
how be a female dog.

The man also kept male dogs—real dogs, two German Shepherds. Sometimes he would
walk her and the dogs in the yard. One day, the male dog was in heat and wanted to mount her. The man saw this and said, "Then you can be a real
female dog." He wanted her to mate with the male dog. At first, she refused, thinking it was too lowly, but the man
didn't force her.

He said, "You're not ready yet, so help the dog get an erection, so it won't keep coming to you." But when
she saw the male dog's large, red penis fully erect, she began to waver, wanting to experience
what it felt like to be fucked by a dog.

Unexpectedly, this thought began to ferment in her mind, and her desire grew stronger and stronger. One day, when the man
was away, she lay down and raised her buttocks to let the dog ride on her, but she failed several times. The dog just couldn't get in.
She had no choice but to obediently tell the man that she wanted to be fucked by the dog. So, with the man's help, she became a real
bitch.

After mating with the dog, she said she felt like she had entered another level. The man started taking her to special
parties where she could interact with other female dogs, and sometimes even perform bestiality on stage. At several parties, she met
an American woman who clearly liked her and asked if she would like to be with her. So she left the man and
moved to New York with the woman.

I was stunned and couldn't believe what she had heard.

Before ending the MSN call, I asked her, "I didn't expect that after all this, you'd still end up with a woman!" Her
answer surprised me again: "Actually, she's not a woman; she's a shemale with a penis."

[The End]

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