The real experience of the geisha

At 17, I went to Florida to study. The following year, my family's business in Zhejiang
collapsed, my father owed tens of millions of yuan, and disappeared without a trace. My tuition and living expenses were also nowhere
to be found . By summer vacation, I was practically penniless.
I couldn't afford the dorms, and after much deliberation, I decided to embark on a bicycle adventure. I cycled from Miami to
the southernmost tip . Since I was running out of money for tuition and would soon be returning home, I wanted to at least make one last trip to the southernmost point of Florida.
I cycled for three days, setting up a tent on the beach each night. On the third night, I finally arrived in Key West.

It was already dark. I went to a bar and used my last few dollars to buy a drink and sat there slowly.

The bar was bustling with people, many handsome men and beautiful women, all dressed sexily, sitting there
drinking and chatting animatedly.

Nobody was talking to me. I was sitting there wondering what to do when suddenly a very beautiful
Asian woman sat down at my table. "Handsome, you're Chinese, right? There are a lot of Chinese tourists here, but I bet you
're not."

"How did you know?"

"Chinese tourists are all rich; they wouldn't just buy one drink and drink it for an hour."

We chatted happily, and the woman bought me one drink after another. I got really drunk and only remember
the woman helping me walk through the dark streets until we entered a very luxurious villa. After climbing a beautiful double
spiral I was thrown onto a large mahogany bed with flowing curtains. The woman was wearing a very sexy red camisole and a red
lace bra. She helped me and made me take some pills. I can't remember anything after that. I only remember something
warm and soft enveloping my penis. I've never felt so comfortable in my life, and then
I kept having this beautiful dream over and over again.

The next morning, when I opened my eyes, I found myself sleeping in a large pink bed, with an
extremely beautiful woman sleeping beside me. She wore a red lace camisole, her breasts high and full, emitting a captivating fragrance. Her small
nostrils opened and closed above her red lips, releasing bursts of sweet scent.

I couldn't resist any longer. Gently, I parted the pink satin blankets, revealing a perfect body
wrapped in a red lace camisole nightgown. I gently pulled up the hem of the nightgown, revealing a pair of red
lace .

Stroking that alluring body, I felt its softness, its fragrance, and its whiteness. I tried to untie the trousers,
but the straps seemed to be pressing against her back. I gently lifted her up; she was so light, but I couldn't reach
behind her with one hand. Her face was pressed against mine, and I couldn't resist kissing her. She was so adorable. But suddenly, I heard her
moan and open her bright eyes. I froze, completely stunned.

She glanced at me, then pushed me away in alarm, crossing her arms over her chest. We both stood
there staring at each other.

After a long pause, she said softly, "You can be my boyfriend, we can be together, but there's
one condition: you have to wear women's clothes and act as my sister outside. That way, I'll be your girlfriend.
As long as you listen to me, you can stay here as long as you want. Otherwise, go back, forget about yesterday,
and treat it like a dream."

I stood there, completely helpless. I couldn't
let I had no money, no idea what my family was like, and nowhere to go.

Numbly, I could only nod in agreement. A grown man dressed as a woman—this beautiful woman seemed a bit
perverted .

But deep down, I also felt a tiny bit of anticipation.

The beautiful woman seemed very happy and pulled me into the bathroom. The bathroom was huge, probably over 20
square meters , with a large bathtub and a beautiful mahogany dressing table; and a leather rocking horse-like
object.

The beautiful woman pulled me to a white brocade stool in front of the dressing table, telling me not to move as she began to apply makeup.
I was a little excited and a little scared, not knowing what to do, so I obediently sat there, letting her do as she pleased.

The beautiful woman's red lace bra swayed back and forth in front of my face, a soothing fragrance filling my nostrils. My head
was spinning, but I just felt incredibly comfortable.

I don't know how much time passed. The beautiful woman said, "All done." I looked up and saw a stunningly
beautiful woman , looking at me with dreamy eyes. "I didn't expect you to look so beautiful in women's clothing," the beautiful woman said. "A good horse needs a good match, right?
Put this on."

I looked and saw it was a very beautiful corset, one I had seen online before.

I got a little excited, and my little brother started getting restless. The beautiful woman laughed and took a syringe,
giving me a shot in my groin.

It hurt, and for some reason, my little brother went limp. The woman put a flesh-colored girdle on me,
then a corset. The girdle looked flat, exactly
like the woman's red lace girdle—just pink.

Hers was bright red. She

put a silicone pad in my chest.

Then I put on a sexy dress, red high heels, and a blonde wig. The woman pulled
me, still in a daze, into a red BMW sports car.

The car headed east, and there was only one road to Key West. I had passed by it a few days earlier, but on
a bicycle; now it was just a fleeting glimpse.

I was a little hungry and insisted on getting out for breakfast, but the pretty girl wouldn't let me. She gave me two pills,
saying they were for weight loss. I'm only 110 pounds and 1.6 meters tall, all bones, why would I need to lose weight?
But she wouldn't listen and insisted I take the pills for breakfast. After taking the pills,
I felt dizzy and lost track of where the car was. I just felt a cool breeze, and I think I was parked somewhere, and someone
was whistling at us, but I don't remember anything.

In the afternoon, I found myself in a shopping mall in Miami. This mall was near my school, and
I had been there many times before, looking at the things that weren't priced high. The pretty girl pulled me by the hand and headed straight for the Victoria's
Secret lingerie store.

Before, when I passed by this store, I never dared to stare. There were so many sexy clothes in the window, and
I only dared to walk forward and glance at them out of the corner of my eye. The clothes there were all so sexy. I thought about what those clothes would look
like on my future girlfriend. If my family sent money, I'd pick up a girl and buy her these.
I wanted to buy clothes like that. But I was broke.

The pretty woman pulled me into the store and showed me a bunch of lingerie, making me try them on. I was a little scared; I
didn't know what to do if someone recognized me. I was also afraid of running into classmates from school; that would be terrible.

Luckily, I didn't run into anyone I knew.

The woman took a lot of clothes and then pulled me into the fitting room, making me try on the clothes in shapewear. I
was dizzy and let her do whatever she wanted, like a puppet. I just thought the woman in the mirror was so beautiful.

Around dusk, we arrived at the sports car with our bags.

Suddenly, a burly white man in a black suit appeared beside the car and said to the woman, "Madam
, you should go back now. Who is this woman? The boss asked. I need to answer him."

"She's my cousin. She's a college student with a boyfriend. Tell him not to get any ideas."

They went off to the side and talked for a while. Finally, the woman came back and gave me a small sandwich.

We got into the sports car and drove towards Key West. The burly man in the black suit vanished without a trace,
as if he had never been there.

I, however, was full of questions I wanted to ask the beautiful woman.

While munching on a sandwich, I mumbled questions, actually feeling dizzy and unusually
confused. "That man called you 'Madam,' what happened? Are you married?" "No." "You
seem to be hiding a lot from me." "None of your business."

When we got home, the beautiful woman told me to take off my clothes. Those corsets were troublesome to put on and take off.

My little brother, having been compressed all day, looked listless and was a bit sore. I hoped nothing would go wrong.

The beautiful woman had me get some ointment from the bathroom and apply it to my body. It felt cool, and then I rinsed it off with water. All the body hair
was removed. After showering, she applied more ointment all over my body. The ointment smelled wonderful, like
the scent of a beautiful woman, and my skin felt smooth, white, and tender.

The beautiful woman looked at me admiringly for a while, then helped me change into my new clothes that day: a white lace corset, a bra
set that was so tight it was hard to breathe, and a white lace camisole—all very sexy lingerie.

But my little brother didn't react; it just felt very comfortable. She helped me to the big bed and tied my
hands and feet to the bedposts.

It turns out that many bedposts are used this way; I only understood that today.

She blindfolded me with a stocking, so I couldn't see anything. I was a little scared, not knowing
what she was going to do.

I smelled a fragrance wafting in front of me, then a cool ointment was squeezed into my anus. Just as I was about to
open my mouth to ask, a pill was stuffed into my mouth, then a soft ball was pressed against the back of my head, and now I couldn't say
anything. Then, I felt soft little hands applying something all over my body, then something swollen
was inserted into my anus, and a soft body pressed against my chest. He got up, then pressed down again, thrusting in and out of my anus. I suddenly
felt a strange sensation I'd never experienced before—a feeling that was both unpleasant and incredibly pleasurable. My legs wanted to kick, but they were
bound , and I couldn't move.

At first, it hurt a bit, like my anus was on fire, but my whole body was bound, and my mouth was gagged, so I
could .

But perhaps the drugs were working, and soon the pain subsided. I drifted off to sleep.

I had a dream all night, a dream where I was a beautiful woman, consummating my marriage with my handsome husband. The
physical harmony, the way we fought side by side, battling evil, relying on each other, saving one another, brought me
to the brink of ecstasy.

I wanted to scream, but my mouth was gagged, so I could only groan before finally losing consciousness.

When I opened my eyes, it was already the afternoon of the next day. My hands were bound behind my back, the blindfold was
gone, and I was still wearing the sexy lingerie I'd worn the night before, except it seemed like I was wearing stainless steel underwear.

My anus ached terribly, and I couldn't move.

I heard a snap, and there stood a beautiful woman with a camera in front of the bed.

"Don't take pictures! I'll never be able to face anyone again!"

"This is evidence. You're a pervert, but I won't let anyone know. You have to listen to me, understand
?"

"That's so cliché! You think you can blackmail me like that? I'm not afraid. Go ahead and post it everywhere. Then I'll be the most
beautiful woman in town, with tons of guys chasing after me. When I dump you, you'll have nowhere to cry!"

The woman helped me up and untied my hands.

I strongly demanded that she take off those metal pants, but she refused.

However, she applied some medicine to my anus, making it itchy and pain-free.

I said I needed to use the toilet, and she said I didn't need to take them off, just use the toilet like that, and take a shower afterwards. Then we'd go to
the dining room for dinner.

What a rip-off! What is this?

After using the toilet, I looked closely and realized that the front was just a stainless steel panel with a few small holes, and the back was
empty.

A stainless steel belt cinched my waist with a hidden lock, the lock itself hidden at the back.
There was also a steel ring on my thigh.

Going to the toilet was a complete mess, so I quickly took a shower.

Looking at my clothes, they were all sexy women's lingerie. I found a white lace boy
shorts that didn't look too tight and changed into a white tank top and soft slippers. I lazily ate breakfast.

It was delicious seafood porridge, olives, and scrambled eggs. Coffee and milk,

but the portions were small. After I finished, I had to take some pills, supposedly tonics.

We finished breakfast playfully, and then the beautiful woman took me to the bathroom to touch up my makeup. I put on my silicone breast implants,
a full-coverage bra, a corset, tight-fitting sports pants, a sports top, running shoes, tied my hair
up, put on sunglasses, and went for a run on the beach.

It turned out this mansion wasn't far from the beach.

The beach scenery was beautiful; many seagulls were flying around, and passersby stared at us in a daze
. After jogging for a while, we arrived at a dock. A huge cruise ship was moored there. According to the beautiful woman, this
cruise ship was heading to Tampa. The only way to leave Key West, besides by land, was by boat.

"How about we go to Tampa for a few days?" I thought the woman seemed wealthy and had plenty of time, so I figured going out for fun
would n't be a problem. "No, I can't leave here." "Why?" "You'll find out later."

We spent a day in the city, visiting Hemingway's birthplace and a presidential house, both of which were quite dilapidated.
"It's much worse than the beautiful woman's house."

"Hemingway can be a writer here, why don't we write a novel too, like 'Beauty and the Sea'?" I
actually really enjoy writing; I even took an English and American Literature course in my first semester, the only course I got an A in.

"Actually, my life itself is much more exciting than those novels." "Ah, tell me about it?" "You'll
find out later." "What's your real name?" I still don't know how to address this beautiful woman.

"Is there a difference between real and fake?" the beautiful woman continued her rambling. "Actually, you're fake, I'm fake
, everything in this world is fake. It's all just dust.

Everything we see didn't exist billions of years ago, and it won't exist billions of years from now. And
the cells are all replaced every three months. The you now is not the you of the past.

So the Buddha said, 'Form is emptiness, emptiness is form.'"

"Uh, I understand, you're a monk, no, a nun."

"Wine and meat pass through the intestines, let's drink."

Looking at the beautiful woman's playful appearance, I felt like I was seeing my best friend from back then.

That night, we went to the same bar as last time, and I drank too much again. I only remember talking a lot, and then I
was helped back to the main room.

Then, the beautiful woman used a fake penis to fuck me.

Every day, I played in the city with the beautiful woman, watched movies, visited museums, swam, danced, ate and drank, and
went shopping in Miami. This went on for two months. Every night, she would make me wear sexy lingerie, tie me to
the bed , and blindfold me before making love. Moreover, she was basically the one doing all the penetration, which confused me a lot—who was the woman?

The beautiful woman always forced me to wear women's clothes and prosthetic breasts.

Even watching movies online at home required me to be fully covered up.

August arrived quickly, and it rained every few days in Keyvist, and it was very hot outside.

Now my hair was starting to grow long, making it even hotter outside.

It was incredibly annoying, but the food and drinks were delicious, and I had beautiful women with me. Thinking of Tang Bohu back then, who
even became a servant to keep beautiful women company, I endured this hardship.

One afternoon, I was wearing a silk camisole nightgown, watching a movie in the living room after my nap, while the beautiful woman
was still asleep.

Suddenly, a middle-aged white man in his forties walked in. He wasn't tall, but he was very muscular, wearing
an old t-shirt and jeans.

He looked like a Mexican laborer.

I was startled. A robbery in broad daylight?

Perhaps, rape followed by murder?

We figured the two of us couldn't beat him. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house?" I shouted,
hoping the beautiful woman in the bedroom would hear me, escape from the balcony, and call the police. Please, don't run out!

The Mexican worker, unperturbed, actually grinned. "This is your house? Prove it to me!"
He could even speak Chinese, which was odd. "Uh, this..." It seemed this guy had come prepared, playing a cat-
and-mouse game. It looked like things were going to get ugly.

I tried to find something to defend myself, but there wasn't a single hard object around.

"Philip, it's you! You came back without even letting me know," the beautiful woman suddenly appeared in the hallway.

I stared in disbelief as they hugged and kissed.

"This is your cousin, she's really pretty." "She's my aunt's daughter, she's here to study at university this year, and she
came to keep me company during the holidays. I'm so bored without you here!"

They continued chattering, but I could only see their mouths opening and closing; I couldn't hear what they were saying, and I
don't .

I should have known better, but I kept deceiving myself.

I was so stupid.

Like a puppet, I went out to eat with them, mechanically forcing a smile, responding to everything as it
came. When I got home, I watched them move my clothes and belongings to the guest room, and then the beautiful woman gently kissed me on the cheek
before going into her room with Philip.

I lay on the big bed in the guest room, staring at the beautiful ceiling, tears streaming down my face.

I couldn't control my own destiny; it was time for me to leave.

I don't know how much time passed, but then a cry for help came from the beautiful woman's room, followed by silence, then what sounded
like someone struggling desperately.

After a while, another cry for help came, but the sound stopped abruptly.

"Could something have happened to her?" I worried, so I went outside to listen.

The bedroom door wasn't fully closed. Peeking through the crack, I saw a beautiful woman lying face up on the bed, her hands
bound to the bedposts, facing the door. She couldn't see me because her large eyes were blindfolded with a black leather
blindfold, and her mouth was gagged with a stocking behind her head, making muffled noises.

She was bound in the kind of tight, heavy ropes used to tie prisoners, the ropes digging deeply into her fair skin.

I'd never seen her breasts before; they were always hidden under bras or nightgowns.

Now, these firm breasts were bound a dark purple, a gruesome sight. Her

lower body was hidden by Philip's back. The red girdles I'd never been able to remove 　　lay damp

on the white plush carpet beside the bed. 　　The beautiful woman wore red lace stockings with high heels, which peeked out from either side of Philip's back. One leg was suspended by a rope, the other end tied to a post on the bed frame, while the other was held between Philip's arms and kicked wildly in the air. 　　Philip knelt on the bed, his back to the door, rising and falling, making soft slapping sounds. 　　I felt a surge of heat in my lower body, and my long-dormant penis suddenly hardened, but the stainless steel chastity belt pressed down on it, causing excruciating pain. 　　Then, a gush of hot fluid spurted out. 　　Seeing that she was alright, I quietly slipped back to the guest room and went to the bathroom to wash myself. 　　But all I could see was the scene I had just witnessed. Without realizing it, I chose the same red put them on, then, fearing there might still be some discharge, I put on a sanitary napkin. I put on the same red stockings and high heels as her, and draped a long white nightgown over them, tying my hair up in the same style as hers. I climbed back into bed and went back to sleep. 　　I tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, when suddenly I heard a low scream, as if it were saying something like "please spare my life."

Then came the sharp crack of a whip. My heart skipped a beat, and I instinctively got up to peek again.

This time, I saw the beautiful woman hanging in mid-air, being whipped by Philip. She was still tightly bound, her
eyes covered by her loose hair, but the stockings binding her mouth had been removed, though she could no longer scream
. Each strike left a red welt, her skin torn and bleeding.

She only twitched a few times, clearly in extreme pain.

Finally, Philip made a noose out of hemp rope, attached one end to a hanging ring on the ceiling, put the woman's head in it, and
pulled hard, hoisting her up.

Then he tied the other end of the rope to a bedpost.

The woman's hands were bound behind her back, the rope around her neck, her feet off the ground, and she began to kick wildly. After a few kicks, she
stopped . Her hair covered her face; she looked every bit the hanged ghost.

I was utterly shocked. They were really going to kill her! Without thinking, I rushed in to untie
the ropes binding her to the bedpost.

The beautiful woman lay motionless on the floor. I untied the rope around her neck, lifted her head, and tried to give her
CPR .

Just then, I felt a sharp pain in my hair and was lifted up and thrown back onto the bed.

I was about to scream for help when a pair of stockings were used to gag me, tying my mouth behind my head, just
like , except they didn't blindfold me.

Even my clothes were the same.

Philip stood by the bed, coldly watching me.

"I can smell your perfume through the door, you're so slutty. If you want to play around, just come in.
What ?" "I've come to check on you several times already, why don't you come in?"

As he spoke, he ripped open my clothes, grabbed my bra, and pulled out the silicone padding.

My breasts had grown a little since taking the medicine Nana gave me, but they were still basically flat.

He saw my breasts, sighed, and started pulling at my skirt and stockings.

He pulled them down to my calves, my thin panties barely concealing the stainless steel
chastity belt beneath.

He got up to find the keys.

Seeing an opportunity, I quickly scrambled off the bed to escape, but my skirt and stockings were
already pulled up to my calves, leaving my legs bound. I couldn't move and collapsed onto the carpet.

Before me lay the beautiful woman's chastity belt and panties, covered in liquid and emitting a strange smell.
I was instantly dazed.

Before I could react, I was grabbed and thrown back onto the bed.

My hands and feet were tied to the bedposts, just like the beautiful woman had been.

Soon, the panties and chastity belt were removed, my limp penis exposed. I was
completely terrified, not knowing what was going to happen.

Philip stood there, speechless for a long time.

"No one has ever dared to lie to me," Philip said.

"You two have some nerve, daring to cheat on me."

"Do you know? People who lie to me only have two choices: a gruesome death or an even more gruesome one."
"Everyone who's ever lied to me before, I threw them into the sea to feed the sharks. Hanging them alive from the stern of the boat, their bodies slashed,
letting the sharks slowly devour them."

"It's not her fault. I really loved her. I was lying to her, and I was lying to you. If you want to kill someone, kill me."

Honestly, I was already desperate. Going back home would only mean being chased by debt collectors.

Since it seemed I couldn't escape, I might as well die with some dignity.

He pulled down the stocking covering my mouth and put it around my neck. He started tightening it. I had some difficulty breathing.

"We're both going to die, neither of us can escape. All this nonsense is just to tell you that no one
can lie to me."

He started to tighten his grip, and my vision began to darken. I couldn't help but recall the beautiful woman's words:

"You're fake, I'm fake, everything we see is fake. The past is gone, and
the future will also vanish. Everything is emptiness."

Perhaps, this is my destiny.

I couldn't help but smile slightly. I was free.

The grip on my neck suddenly loosened.

"Hmm, it seems you really are loyal and righteous. Here's what I'll do: I'll give you a choice. You kill her yourself, and
I'll give you a sex change. You'll take her place, live here, and be my mistress. If you dare lie to me again, I'll make
you regret not dying today."

"No need to choose. Don't blame her, it's my fault. I'll give you my life. I love her,
I don't like men, and I'm not gay." I was utterly fed up. Killing her
meant —what was the point?

I'm a grown man. I only wore women's clothes for someone I like, not because I'm gay.

I just want it all to end quickly. I closed my eyes and waited to die.

But nothing happened for a long time.

I opened my eyes and saw Philip standing blankly by the bed, staring at me. Then he pounced on me,
putting a pillow behind my butt and starting to play with my penis. My penis didn't react at all.

I lay there in despair, not knowing what was going to happen next.

Then Philip helped the woman sit up, letting her sit on the soft stool by the bed, and whispered something to her.

After a while, he stood up, pulled the stockings that were around my neck back to my mouth, tied them tightly, and then
said…

"Seeing your genitals, I know Nana didn't betray me. She gave you drugs so you couldn't get an erection; you
just wanted company.

I know she's just lonely, spending so much time alone in an empty room—I'm sorry to her.

But you've slept with my woman for so long; if word gets out, I'll be finished.

Today I'll castrate you, and our feud will be wiped clean."

I was terrified, but my hands and feet were bound, and my mouth was gagged.

He took a syringe and injected me in the inside of my thigh. Soon, my mind started to blur. I only heard
Philip on the phone, "Is this Dr. William? This is Philip, my wife's brother. He's gay. He wanted to
change his sex, but I disagreed, so he cut off his testicles in my house and flushed them down the toilet. Send an
ambulance quickly. Also, he beat my wife; take her to get checked too."

Then, a dull pain shot through my lower body, like someone was tearing at my internal organs. Everything went black, and
I knew .

Later, I vaguely heard the sound of an ambulance, being carried in and out of the room. Someone seemed to be saying, "If you don't do it now,
your corpora cavernosa will atrophy; it will be too late later." Then I heard a beautiful woman say she was in charge.

Then everything hurt, and I drifted off to sleep.

I don't know how much time passed, but when I woke up, I was in what looked like a hospital room. Nana was sitting next to me. My head was spinning,
and as soon as I tried to move, a sharp pain shot through my lower body. I couldn't help but cry out

. Nana grabbed my hand, telling me not to move.

Her eyes were red, as if she had been crying. There was a bandage around her neck, probably from being strangled by a rope
.

"Don't be sad. I'll always be your closest person. No matter what happens to you, I
will never abandon you,"

Nana said, pressing her face against mine. She exuded a captivating fragrance. If only she were my
girlfriend.

But I was able to get close to the beautiful woman, yet I was disarmed—it was truly heartbreaking.

The next day, I could sit up, only to see my lower body wrapped in thick gauze, with a plastic tube
protruding, presumably for urination.

But moving still hurt. I was also wearing very tight stockings, which were incredibly uncomfortable.

Nana gave me some milk and told me a story.

It turned out that Philip was from a large New York mafia family, and he controlled their Florida branch.

He was ruthless, but also very loyal and trustworthy.

If I had seen Nana hanging that day and tried to escape or call the police, I would definitely have been killed by the men waiting
outside . Because of my loyalty, Philip couldn't bring himself to do it. In a way, I saved
my own life.

Nana was with me every day, and those were the happiest times of my life. But when it was time to change my dressings, the pain was excruciating
. I would grab Nana's hand and cry my heart out.

Later, Nana secretly gave me some medicine, and when it was time to change the dressings, I was always dazed,
only feeling the pain, the intense pain.

After about two weeks, the catheter was finally removed. The moment it was pulled out was excruciating. Even
the medicine Nana gave me didn't help.

I looked at my genitals for the first time, and that area had become like a woman's genitals.

It hurt at the slightest touch. I couldn't close my legs properly when I walked; I walked like a duck.

Urinating was even more troublesome. It felt like fire burning down there, and it sprayed everywhere, so I had to wear disposable diapers.
I tied them tightly with lace leggings.

We soon moved back to our old place, still sleeping in the same big bed, but my chastity belt
was replaced with disposable diapers.

And I had lost all interest in those pretty women's underwear.

Nana didn't make love to me anymore; we just slept together in each other's arms.

Smelling her fragrance, I felt like something was stuck inside me, it was so uncomfortable.

Every day, Nana taught me how to do makeup and dressed me in pretty women's clothes. I was like a wooden doll, letting her do
whatever she wanted. I resisted her giving me female hormones, but if I didn't take them, I would break out in a cold sweat, feeling sick
. After taking the hormones, my breasts started to itch and slowly developed.

I felt this was a conspiracy, probably Philip's plan, and Nana probably didn't know.

That guy probably wanted to turn me into a woman and then possess me.

But I couldn't escape.

I felt terrible; I'd rather be dead.

I'd rather die than let him succeed.

One day, seeing Nana asleep in the living room, I seized the opportunity. I found the rope and
hung it where Nana had been hanged last time, working up a sweat in the process.

Looking at my hands and feet, they were as thin as toothpicks. I was utterly useless; I might as well die.

I stuck my head into the noose, looking down at my pink lace dress, my slightly protruding chest, and the white
bra. If I died like this, would I be a male or female ghost?

I wanted to change my clothes, but I had no strength left. I didn't know where to find men's clothes.

I kicked off the small stool with my white high heels. My neck was in excruciating pain
, and I saw stars. I felt my legs kicking wildly, trying to find support, but there was nothing. It seemed like my high heels had fallen off, and finally, I lost consciousness.

I don't know how much time passed, but I felt someone breathing on my mouth—a very fragrant, feminine scent—and then pressing on my chest. It hurt a lot.
I struggled to open my eyes. It was Nana. She was crying as she pressed 　　on my chest. It hurt so much. "Stop pressing! It hurts!" She pressed on my budding nipples with each stroke. 　　"Please don't die! I'll grant you any request!" Nana cried. She looked so beautiful when she cried . 　　"I want to go back to school," I thought. Perhaps this was the only way to escape this place. I would study, find a job , and then I wouldn't have to rely on them. 　　"Okay, I'll help you figure something out. Don't do anything rash." 　　"You're so silly. Why would you do something so foolish?" Nana gently applied ointment to the wound on my neck, wrapped it lightly with gauze, and then helped me to the large bed. 　　"I said I'd always be your girlfriend. Even if you become a woman, what does it matter?" I lay there blankly. She gently tied my hands to the bedposts on either side and then blindfolded me with a leather blindfold. 　　"Women have many pleasures, silly girl." 　　As she spoke, she unhooked my bra and began to gently massage my nipples. It was itchy, like a meridian running down to my lower abdomen, followed by a sharp pain—she was gently biting my other nipple . I couldn't help but groan. 　　Then, a pair of soft, warm hands gently caressed my lower abdomen. It felt so good. I involuntarily straightened my back and gently swayed. 　　A fragrant body was right next to my neck, gently kissing the base of my ear. 　　I couldn't help but twist my body, my mind starting to blur, like a woman. 　　Then, I felt a cool sensation on my bottom as my compression pants and the diaper underneath were pulled off. 　　I felt a cool sensation in my anus as some ointment was squeezed in, and then, it felt like a finger was massaging, a little numb.

A tingling sensation followed, then a pair of small hands supported my waist, placing a pillow underneath. A feeling of fullness washed over me, a
fullness that seemed to reach all the way inside. The stimulation felt like it was hitting a single point inside, an indescribable pleasure.

It was incredibly pleasurable; could this be what they call a prostate orgasm?

She then brushed feathers all over my body, and rubbed our chests together…

That night, Nana used various methods to make me moan and reach orgasm. It turned out this was a completely different
world. Then, she put women's underwear and a chastity belt on me, and even put an anal plug on me. My anus felt
stuffy and uncomfortable, both pleasurable and painful. It was like this every day; if I didn't use the anal plug, I would lose control of my bladder…
It was unbearable. A week later, I returned to school; today was the first day of school.

Nana drove me all the way to school. She ran around paying my tuition and room and board for this semester.

At the dormitory entrance, my classmates stared in disbelief at this scene:

a slender man got out of a red BMW sports car, and a stunningly beautiful woman drove it.

I was wearing an ordinary men's jacket, loose-fitting jeans, and large sunglasses, walking
ahead From a distance, I still looked like the same skinny Chinese exchange student I always was.

The beautiful Nana, wearing a sexy white jumpsuit and high heels, followed behind, dragging a large suitcase.

Several classmates ran up to help, but Nana refused.

It wasn't that I didn't want to carry it myself; I simply couldn't. Any exertion hurt everywhere.

Nana escorted me all the way to my dormitory and gave me a long explanation. She wanted to rent a place for me outside,
but I refused.

I really didn't want to owe her too much.

American university dorms are generally quite nice. In my building at my school, it's a four-person unit,
each person has their own room and bathroom, and we share a living room and kitchen.

Nana bought me a full semester's worth of meals, and I ate every meal at the school cafeteria, except on weekends.

Nana kissed me goodbye and said she would come to see me every week and take me out to eat.

My student life could actually continue again.

The coursework wasn't too busy at the beginning of the semester, but I still attended every class diligently, hoping to find
a way out in the unseen future.

I took five courses in one semester, which was already the limit allowed by the school. Every day, I ran between different classrooms and
the library to attend classes, find materials, and do assignments.

This made me almost forget my own experiences. Perhaps, only by not stopping could I forget myself.

When it was time to eat, I would go to the cafeteria, where it was all-you-can-eat parfaits. However, I
had a poor appetite and could barely eat much.

But sitting there slowly, drinking some beverages, was the most relaxing time of my day.

Several Chinese classmates I used to know, who would just greet me from afar, chat for a few words,
and then leave, suddenly became interested in me. Every time we ate, they would get their food and sit next to me to chat.

Almost everyone asks about Nana; it's like everyone suddenly knows who that beautiful woman who drives a sports car is.

I don't want to say too much, just that she's an acquaintance from before. Then some people will ask us to go out together
,

and others will try to find out if Nana has a boyfriend.

Every time this comes up, I change the subject. I really don't want to, and I don't know how to answer.

Every day I don't finish work until midnight, dragging my tired body back to the dorm, closing the door, and in the bathroom,
I take off my clothes, look in the mirror, and that nightmare comes back.

My breasts are almost a B size, and I've been wearing a corset under my men's clothes. Luckily,
the air conditioning in American schools and dorms is blasting, so wearing a jacket over them is no problem.

After showering, I change into women's underwear, insert an anal plug, and then put on a panty liner. I put on a lace camisole silk
nightgown, climb into bed, and immediately fall asleep. And so it goes, day after day.

Every Saturday, Nana would come over to eat out with me, then take my dirty clothes away and
bring back .

I had no choice but to let her do that, since I didn't dare take those underwear to the laundry room in the school dormitory.

Before I knew it, it was December, late autumn. I finished my last exam and stepped out of the school
building.

Most of the students had already left, and the vast campus was deserted. The fresh Florida air blew through
the trees, casting dappled shadows, and I felt completely relaxed.

It was as if my body was about to float away.

I was free, but what could I do next?

I felt a sudden emptiness, and just as I was lost in thought, a pair of delicate hands grabbed my breasts from behind,
then reached inside my clothes to touch them.

"Let me see if they're well-developed." Needless to say, it was Nana who had come to pick me up.

"No, it's so embarrassing if someone sees!" I cried out in alarm. Wasn't this going to kill me? More classmates would be coming out of the exam hall
one after another .

For the past few months, I've been forced to take the medication Nana gave me. If I don't take it, I lose energy, break out in cold sweats,
and can't finish my homework. But after taking it, my body has changed noticeably. Besides my breasts, my hips have also started to grow bigger, my skin
has become very smooth, and my hair has become very shiny.

The two of us joked and teased each other, then took our luggage and drove back to Nana's house in Kivist.

As soon as we got home, Nana forced me to take a shower, put a light blue bikini on me, then a light
blue silk stocking, a Madonna bra,

and on top of that, a short skirt and a silk dress. This time, I didn't need any other props. With just a light makeup, I looked like a stunning beauty in
the mirror , even more beautiful than Nana.

I suddenly had a strange feeling, as if this "me" was someone I didn't know at all, but
I felt so refreshed.

We went to a bar and had some drinks. We walked home, joking around. Nana was walking ahead; her black stockings shimmered under her
short skirt , and her big butt swayed as she walked.

In a moment of lust, I grabbed her hand. It was soft. Nana blushed to her neck, turned around,
grabbed my hand, and her breathing quickened. We dragged each other home and went straight to the bedroom.

Before, Nana was always the one initiating things, and I was always the one being passive. She'd even tied my hands and blindfolded me; I
'd never properly. Today, I don't know where I got the strength, but I actually pushed her onto the bed and pinned her down for the first time.
Below.

Her face was flushed, completely lacking her usual older sister aura. We were nose to nose, mouth to mouth,
her body emitting a fragrant scent. I was completely dazed, mechanically
kissing her face, neck, and chest, leaving lipstick marks.

When I finally untied her white lace girdles, I saw a stainless steel chastity belt, exactly
the same as the one I used to wear.

Instantly, those painful memories exploded in my mind like bombs. My vision went black, and
I froze.

Nana slowly propped herself up on the brocade bed, wrapped her arms around my neck, and two streams of tears slowly flowed
down her cheeks.

"I'm so sad, help me," Nana sobbed softly.

I had never seen Nana like this before; she had always been so strong.

She hugged me and helped me take off my dress, leaving me only in my bikini bottoms.

She kissed my neck and chest, it was so ticklish, yet so comfortable, and my small breasts
stood up high.

I helped Nana undress, but we didn't have the key to remove her chastity belt.

She gave me a pair of leather pants with a dildo on them, and some ointment, asking me to squeeze it into her
anus .

After putting on the pants, I gently lifted Nana's waist, but found the hole in the back of the chastity belt was too small
.

I hugged the softly sobbing Nana, gently stroking her; her head nestled against my chest, tickling me. I
watched her cry herself to sleep.

On my fourth day back in Keyvist, Philip returned.

Seeing him, I instinctively felt disgusted, but he was the master here, and I
would be homeless if I left.

Philip smiled broadly at me, as if there had never been any grudge between us. He gave us
both a gold chain, saying it was a Thanksgiving gift. I politely refused; it was the only
dignity I could show. I had no reason, nor the inclination, to accept his gift.

Watching them kiss, embrace, and enter the master bedroom, saying goodnight to me, a bittersweet feeling welled up inside me. I
went to the guest room alone again.

The guest room was the same as before. Lying on the soft down mattress, I was overwhelmed with emotion. Just a few months ago, I
had stayed here; one night, everything had changed.

Hearing Nana's soft moans from the master bedroom, I felt a mix of sadness, relief, and anger.

Philip treated Nana like a plaything, disregarding her feelings. Today, Nana could finally be satisfied.
But he would eventually leave.

I loved Nana, but I couldn't satisfy her.

Listening to Nana's sweet moans, I felt restless. I put on my pajamas and went to the guest room
bathroom.

In the mirror was a stunningly beautiful woman, her face flushed, her breasts
high .

I gently touched it with my hand, and a tingling, numbing sensation shot straight up to my lower abdomen like lightning, almost making me
groan.

I dared not touch it again, and pulled up the hem of my nightgown, revealing a peach-colored lace girdle underneath. I gently untied the girdle;
it showed all the girl's genitals. The doctor had also performed a vaginal procedure, but told me I couldn't use it for sex for a year,
and that there was an instrument inserted, requiring me to return to the hospital for dressing changes after a while.

My mind was in turmoil, but I didn't know what to do. One by one, I put on the sexy lace girdle, suspenders,
stockings , corset, and lace bra, then slipped on the semi-transparent lace nightgown. The beautiful woman in the mirror
aroused me. I ran to the bed, squeezed my legs together, twisted my body, and began to groan softly, not knowing if
the moans were mine or Nana's.

My mind was in turmoil all night, and I didn't fall asleep until almost dawn.

The next day, Nana and Philip left early, and without realizing it, I found myself in their
room . Everything

was in disarray. Nana's chastity belt lay on the floor, along with her sexy lingerie, scattered everywhere. 　　Pink handcuffs were still strapped to the bedpost, and a blindfold and gag were lying beside the pillow. Feather dusters were everywhere, the sheets were stained, and there was congealed liquid all over. In a moment of 　　lust, I took off my clothes and put on Nana's dirty lingerie, one by one— it was soft and smelled wonderful. I even tied the chastity belt around myself, climbed onto the bed, gagged myself, blindfolded myself, and put my hands inside the handcuffs. I imagined myself as Nana; the scenes from the previous night seemed to flash before my eyes. I squeezed my legs together, making Nana's moans, feeling incredibly excited. 　　Then, I quickly took off my clothes, sneaked back to the guest room, took a shower, put my own clothes back on, ate something quickly, and lay back down on the bed, falling asleep again without realizing it. 　　In my hazy sleep, I felt like Nana was back. She first kissed my cheek, then blindfolded me with something. 　　I lazily reached out to push her away, but her hand was grabbed, and she flipped me over, handcuffing behind my back. 　　Those pink handcuffs, covered in fuzz, were the kind Nana and Philip used in their room. 　　"What are you doing, Nana? Let me go, I want to sleep," I protested weakly. 　　Nana didn't respond; instead, she shoved a gag into my mouth, secured it behind my head, then flipped me over and started kissing my neck and chest. 　　I felt something was off, yet I was also looking forward to this feeling. 　　A chill ran through me; it felt like my underwear had been inexplicably ripped off. 　　She started gently licking my nipples; it was ticklish and felt so good. I felt her technique was much , and I couldn't help but groan. 　　One hand moved from my breast down to my lower abdomen, gently caressing me through my stockings and corset. I felt as if every nerve in my body was being stimulated; my lower abdomen tightened, and my body twisted. This girl, Philip must have taught her a lot since he came back. Could this be the move Philip did yesterday? 　　A chill ran down my lower body as my stockings, corset, and shapewear were pulled down to my ankles. 　　I expected something to happen, but nothing did.

A few minutes later, I was lifted up by the waist and pulled to the edge of the bed, face down, head and upper body against
the bed, legs dangling in the air. Then it felt like she was standing between my legs, inserting something cool and hard into my anus.
It felt like a lot of liquid was being poured in.

Was she giving me an enema?

My stomach felt so bloated, and then it felt like something was being used to plug it.

My stockings, girdle, and compression pants were pulled up again, and then, with a strong movement, I was lifted up and held in her arms,
gently massaging my stomach.

I was startled; this strength was definitely not something Nana could have,

it could only be Philip.

My stomach was hurting more and more, and I desperately needed to go to the toilet, but I was held tightly and couldn't move. I struggled a few times,
making whimpering sounds.

"If you agree to be my woman, I'll let you go to the toilet. Just nod your head if you agree."

I couldn't help but feel angry. Nod my ass.

I didn't move, I endured it.

I don't know how long I endured it. I cursed him a thousand times in my mind.

Sweat poured down my body like water, my consciousness began to blur, and I could only hear Philip saying something, but I
couldn't hear anything else.

Suddenly, I felt a lightness as I was carried into the bathroom. Then, except for my hands still cuffed behind my back, all the other restraints
were removed, instantly emptying my body of waste—the feeling was indescribable.

I saw Philip standing opposite me, smiling.

"What are you doing? I told you, I'm not gay, I don't like men," I said angrily.

Philip didn't answer, just smiled at me. He helped me up, washed me clean, and since my legs were a little weak,
I had no choice but to let him do as he pleased.

He smeared some fragrant ointment all over my body and squeezed some into my anus. His hands inevitably
started groping me.

It made me blush, feeling very embarrassed.

He produced a sexy, peach-pink thong from somewhere and dressed me in it,
along with stockings and red high heels, then handcuffed my feet.

I really wanted to kick him, but I figured it would be pointless. So I just held back.

After handcuffing my feet, he uncuffed my hands, put a peach-pink lace corset on me, and led
me to the dressing room in the master bedroom. He had me sit on a velvet stool and started doing my makeup.

I have to say, his makeup skills were even better than Nana's. When he used an eyebrow pencil to draw my eyebrows,
I felt like I was in a poem, a husband drawing his wife's eyebrows. My face turned even redder. What's wrong with
me? I'm not gay...

In no time, the beautiful woman in the mirror was complete, so beautiful that I was stunned.

Philip didn't say anything, just gently kissed my forehead and helped me to the master bedroom.

My legs were weak, I was wearing high heels, and my feet were shackled with short chains, so I could only walk by leaning on his arm.

As he supported me, I felt his breathing quicken, his warm breath brushing against my neck.

I knew I had to make my point, or there would be no turning back.

I opened my mouth, but before I could finish a sentence, Philip's mouth was covered. I was furious and desperate, trying
to struggle, but I couldn't stand up straight, lost my balance, and was grabbed around the waist and thrown face down onto the large
bed in the master bedroom.

Before me were the familiar, exquisite pillows and blankets, disheveled, and next to them was Nana's pink bra,
its faint fragrance filling my nostrils.

My mind was in turmoil; I felt like I was Nana, and last night's events were repeating themselves.

My hands were twisted behind my back and the handcuffs were reappeared.

I had just shouted "Let me go!" when my mouth was gagged again.

Then I was turned over. Philip pinned my legs down, unfastened the shackles on my right foot, and fastened them to the top of the bedpost,
leaving my left leg dangling in the air.

His body pressed down on my right leg, and he lay on top of me.

I felt so sad; I still couldn't control my fate. Tears streamed down my face.

Philip gently stroked my face, wiping away my tears.

"I know what you're thinking. After we left, you were wearing Nana's underwear, rolling around in bed with me, wanting
me to do it. Don't think I didn't know."

My heart skipped a beat. Could there be a hidden camera here?

But Philip seemed to see the doubt in my eyes and became even more smug.

"We江湖人 (jianghu people) wouldn't be able to observe things well enough; we'd be dead dozens of times over. When we left this morning,
the underwear wasn't in its original place, the marks on the sheets were different, and your
body smelled different from Nana's."

Philip picked up the chastity belt and held it to his nose.

I closed my eyes, unable to look, wishing I could disappear into a crack in the ground. How could I face anyone like this? My face was probably
burning red.

"You're all alone in a foreign country, with no one to take care of you. It's really pitiful. Let Nana and I take care of you.
You won't have to worry about making a living anymore. This room will be your bedroom from now on; this will be your home."

I wanted to say no. Although I was weak, I wasn't the kind of person he imagined. I had my own dignity.

But my mouth was sealed, and I couldn't make a sound.

Philip stopped talking, only gently stroking my body, lightly kissing my breasts and neck. It was itchy, and
it felt like something inside me wanted to rush out but didn't know where to go.

I couldn't help but wriggle slightly, letting out moans.

My lace thong was pulled down, hanging on my left leg.

Philip picked up Nana's dirty stockings and gently pulled them on my genitals.

If my penis were still there, it would probably be throbbing uncontrollably. Although my penis wasn't there now,
that place was still very aroused.

My right leg was lifted up, and my anus swelled up. Nana had been putting anal plugs in me every day lately, so it was
easy to insert things there now.

Philip started thrusting, and all I could see were my legs kicking wildly in the air. This feeling
was so much better than Nana's little toys; it was hitting a spot right in my prostate—it felt so good.

Again and again, I was flipped over and over. After Philip ejaculated, he quickly changed positions and continued.

My consciousness began to blur. I think I sprayed some fluid out, and then I knew nothing more.

I don't know how much time passed, but I felt someone touching my face. I opened my eyes and saw Nana.

I was still lying on the big bed in the master bedroom, and my body felt wet. I propped myself up and saw that my
corset was only hanging on my abdomen. My arms and legs were undone, but my lace thong was still hanging on my legs. Anyone could tell
what had happened.

Nana looked at me, her eyes filled with tears.

"I can share everything with you, really," Nana said.

"Where is Philip? I need to make things clear to you. I'm not a woman, and I'm nothing to him,
never will be. He's yours."

"He had to leave. He asked me to take good care of you. Here's a card; it's your monthly allowance." "

Please return the card to him. Thank you for his kindness, but I can't use his money."

The next evening, I asked Nana to take me back to school. I couldn't stay here any longer, and I didn't want anything to
do with Philip anymore. As we were loading our luggage into the convertible, Philip returned, looking
very angry.

He told us to go back inside.

Once in the master bedroom, Philip started yelling at Nana, accusing her of jealousy and trying to force me out. He even started
hitting her.

I grabbed Philip's hand, desperately trying to explain, but he became even more enraged. He handcuffed my hands and feet
, gagged me, and put me on the bed, saying I should watch him vent his anger. I tried to explain, but
could only make muffled sounds.

Nana trembled with fear, not trying to escape. Philip stripped Nana of her clothes piece by piece, finally removing
her corset and stockings, leaving only her stainless steel chastity belt. Then he gagged her too, and her hands
were tied to a beam.

Philip took a whip and began lashing Nana. The whip left bloody welts on her fair skin.
Nana screamed, but her mouth was gagged.

After a while, Philip started yelling at Nana, saying that he was the master of this house, and everything Nana owned
belonged to him, which he could give to whomever he wanted. From today onward, I was his woman, and Nana was merely a slave in
this house.

As he spoke, he began putting the clothes he had stripped from Nana onto me. I was terrified,
like a puppet at his mercy.

Finally, when I came to my senses, I found myself wearing Nana's shapewear, stockings, and bra.

A stainless steel chastity belt was fastened around my lower body, and Nana's favorite leather boots were forced onto my feet. Her
feet were smaller than mine, and they felt uncomfortable on my feet.

Nana's breasts were larger than mine, and the bra pads were empty, emitting Nana's alluring
fragrance , which clung to my body.

My hands and feet were handcuffed, and I lay in the corner of the large bed, watching Philip carry the naked Nana onto the bed and
begin kissing her body. Nana was tortured like a rag doll, writhing and twisting, her body covered in
bloody welts. Her slender hands, painted with pink nail polish, were beside me, tightly
gripping white silk sheets.

Philip began to slap Nana, her hair rhythmically twitching beside me, her fair breasts erect
and swaying rhythmically.

The bed shook rhythmically, and my body trembled along with it. My small breasts swayed
inside , my nipples rubbing against the foam padding. A strange feeling arose within me, as if I were
Nana, and Nana was me.

The holiday passed in the blink of an eye.

During this holiday, Philip had thoroughly trained me.

Sometimes he would tie my hands and feet with a stick, then slowly fondle my genitals and breasts.

When I was burning with desire and longed for a man, he would tie me up and slowly play with Nana.

Imagining myself as Nana made me even more miserable.

While I was crying, he put drugs in my vagina and anus, and injected some kind of drug into my groin with a
syringe .

Later, my vagina and anus were unbearably itchy, but Philip wouldn't touch me. He just slept on the same
bed , constantly having sex with Nana.

He even made Nana lick me with her mouth. Each time, I was gagged and cried myself to sleep.

Later, he made me change into very sexy, very expensive white lingerie, panties, shapewear, and then
a wedding dress . Nana took our wedding photos, and then, on the pink wedding bed, he
caressed my alabaster body all over. As I moaned, wanting to be his woman, he still bound my hands and feet,
gagged me, and made love to Nana beside me.

I cried, rubbing my face against his body, twisting and turning in front of him, but he remained unmoved, continuing
to make love , while making her lick my breasts and genitals.

Then, he roughly tied the stainless steel chastity belt that Nana had worn to me.

For three short months, he didn't touch me, only had sex with Nana, leaving me crying.

But my breasts became a C-cup, my buttocks became larger, and my waist became thinner.

The holiday ended, and I had to go back to school.

Nana took care of everything for me to go to school, even changing my student ID from male to female. Florida was probably
quite casual about these things; everything was changed quickly, and I had a new name: Sasha.

I appeared in class wearing a pretty dress, carrying a bundle of books, looking innocent and pure.

I soon discovered the advantages of being a girl. Before, no one noticed me, but now,
boys would open the door for me, and if I had any questions in class, boys would immediately help answer them.
When we did assignments together, they always did it for me; I just had to sign it myself. Even on quizzes, where I used to get Bs and Cs,
the teacher always gave me A's. After class, people would always chat with me, tell jokes, and life was happy.

When I ate, a group of classmates would always sit next to me, the boys constantly talking about their heroic
deeds , like climbing snow-capped mountains or hiking the Appalachian National Trail. It seemed like they could do anything.

They invited me to hang out, but I always refused. Nana said I shouldn't get too close to them.

When I returned to my dorm alone, took a shower, sprayed on perfume, and slowly put on the flesh-colored stockings—
very expensive stockings that felt like my own skin, soft and smooth, like a gentle caress
.

Then, I put on the pink girdles from Meidenfeng, followed by the flesh-colored bodysuit from Meidenfeng, the lace bodice
encasing my full breasts.

Looking in the mirror, I saw a stunningly beautiful girl. I gently stroked my silky skin,
breathing softly. Through the lace bodysuit, I gently pinched my small pink nipple,
a lightning- like sensation shooting from it to my lower abdomen.

I slowly stroked my smooth, flat stomach, involuntarily clenching my shimmering thighs. It felt so good.
I couldn't help but reach my hand towards my genitals, where the stainless steel chastity belt was.

I twisted my body, touching myself, letting out soft moans.

I couldn't help but envy Nana; at least she could find satisfaction, while I could only sigh here.

Nana still came to see me every weekend, and we still slept together in my dorm. I would usually caress
Nana, then wear a dildo and penetrate her, while she would use a prostate massager to massage me.

At first, it hurt a little, but gradually the pain subsided, and it became more and more comfortable.

We went out to eat together, kissed, and some classmates saw us and whispered among themselves, probably thinking
we were a lesbian couple. We just laughed it off.

Time passed quickly, and Nana became pregnant.

She told me that Philip had erectile dysfunction. But for some reason, he could get an erection when he saw me.

So we had to have sex with all three of us.

He would get an erection when he saw me, and then he could have sex with Nana.

He used my influence to get Nana pregnant.

Originally, because she didn't have children, Nana couldn't be accepted by their extended family and had to live alone in
Key West . Now that she was pregnant, they moved to New York and lived happily with their extended family.

As compensation for me, they gave me enough money to complete my undergraduate degree.

I finished my studies and said goodbye to them formally. I went to California to pursue my master's degree. There, I received
a scholarship and could support myself.

We lost contact, but I often thought of them. It was such a bizarre experience;
perhaps it was fate.

I lived alone in California as a woman, and no one knew my past. However, when I lived alone in my dorm, I would often touch my skin and stimulate myself

with a prostate massager . 　　This was my only method of masturbation. 　　Thanks to Nana and Philip's training, my sphincter muscles had become very loose, and I had to wear a medium-sized anal plug every day to avoid incontinence. 　　I loved the feeling of high-end women's lingerie touching my body, like my lover caressing me. 　　I especially loved the high-end sexy bra Philip bought me before, with fluffy pom-poms inside. When I moved , the pom-poms would caress my nipples, which felt incredibly good. I wore it to class, and no one knew the secret inside. 　　Many boys pursued me, but I didn't accept any of them. People secretly called me an iceberg. 　　Only I knew the real reason: I couldn't, and it was impossible for me to. 　　However, I enjoyed being pursued and cared for by boys, but I controlled it well, ensuring they had no chance of getting me. 　　Many of them became my good friends, treating me as a confidante with whom they could share secrets. 　　In this way, my secret could remain hidden forever.

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