I went from being a male flight attendant to a female flight attendant (01-02)

My name is OOO. I graduated from X University a little over a year ago. Fresh out of college, I didn't have any special skills and spent several months looking for work through newspaper ads, but nothing went well. One day, I saw an ad in a newspaper or magazine for China Airlines to recruit, so I decided to try my luck as a flight attendant. After a fierce interview and selection process, I stood out from a group of guys and became a China Airlines employee, assigned to a Japan route. Being a
flight attendant is actually very hard work. Every day, I have to stand tall and smile to serve passengers. I estimate that I serve over 200 passengers per flight. In addition, junior flight attendants like myself also have to do the heavy lifting, such as carrying things and climbing high and low. So, being a flight attendant isn't as glamorous as people imagine.

While being a flight attendant has its hardships, it also comes with many perks. The best part is seeing a bunch of elegant, tall, and curvaceous beauties every day. I've had a fetish since childhood, and I love seeing women in stockings and uniforms. Just a pair of beautiful legs in pink stockings and a tight skirt is enough to make my blood boil and my lower body throb. So, although the job is tough, being able to admire these beauties in my free time often gives me a thrill. The most arousing scenes can be summarized as follows:

When a flight attendant bends over: When flight attendants bend over, you can often see their chests through their collars. Generally, flight attendants earn a good income, so they are usually willing to spend money on lingerie. For example, once I accidentally spotted a flight attendant named Xiaoli changing clothes in the cabin. Underneath her crisp, professional flight attendant uniform, she was wearing a vibrant red lace bra (I guess it was a Western brand like Cinderella or XXX).
That day, the moment I saw Xiaoli, my penis immediately became erect.

When flight attendants reach for things high: Flight attendants are also very alluring when they stand on tiptoe to reach for things high. Especially with the high slits on the uniforms of Huaxing flight attendants, their entire body curves are very beautiful when they reach for things high (they have a prominent bust and buttocks). And when they do this, their skirts usually ride up, and with the slit, you can almost see the top of their thighs.

When flight attendants squat down: Sometimes flight attendants squat down to organize things or pick up items. Because their skirts have high slits, you can sometimes see the top of their thighs or the depths of their skirts. Although you can't see their underwear (because flight attendants wear stockings, you can't see their underwear), that subtle, suggestive space of imagination often leaves me wanting more.
Of course, besides being able to observe flight attendants up close, there are many other perks. For example, sometimes when flying with a few carefree flight attendants, you might find their discarded stockings in the lavatory. Perhaps it's just my imagination, but I feel that flight attendants' stockings usually have a certain alluring body odor and perfume scent. So every time I find stockings, I can masturbate several times. I've even collected enough stockings to fill a closet.
Later, I even wore flight attendants' stockings under my suit (sometimes one, sometimes two), imagining myself as a beautiful, tall flight attendant. The delicate, firm feeling of wearing stockings often made me involuntarily become aroused and even ejaculate during the flight.

On the other hand, the company is very strict about male-female relationships. Internal regulations strictly prohibit male and female flight attendants from having any contact. So, although we often hear rumors about male and female flight attendants having affairs, in public, everyone maintains a polite relationship as colleagues. As a result, the male and female flight attendants usually maintain a polite relationship and don't have deep friendships. The male flight attendants usually hang out together, while the female flight attendants form their own social circles. So, outside of work, I rarely contact these female flight attendants, let alone have a girlfriend among them.

Just when I was about to complete my year and a half of service and was feeling burnt out and wanted to leave the job, a major change occurred in my career. Several beautiful women joined our route this time, one of whom was a flight attendant named "Liu Yuling," who had just graduated from university and was said to be the campus belle of Fu Jen Catholic University.

Yu-ling is about 164 cm tall, with shoulder-length straight hair. She's slender, and her measurements are estimated to be around 36B-24-36, a fairly standard figure. However, she's not the glamorous type; instead, she has fair skin, a charming smile, and a shallow dimple on her left cheek. Her soft, sweet voice is particularly captivating, giving her a girl-next-door vibe. When serving on the plane, she usually wears her straight hair up (company rule), which reveals her long, white neck and sexy collarbone. Sometimes she wears a scarf around her neck, further emphasizing her fair skin and adding a subtle touch of sexiness.

Generally, as long as a woman's figure isn't too bad, wearing a HuaX uniform usually enhances her appearance. But Yu-ling seems born to wear HuaX uniforms; they accentuate her shapely figure even more. Although Yuling's breasts weren't particularly large, her 36B bust appeared firm and full under her HuaX uniform due to her tall, slender 24-inch waist. Below her waist were round, shapely buttocks tightly encased in a narrow skirt that slit up to her thighs, revealing beautiful legs in delicate black stockings and company-required closed-toe high heels. This outfit was the perfect epitome of a flight attendant.
From the moment I joined the company, I'd been paying close attention to her, even hoping for a chance to get close to her, but I had no opportunity. So, I could only masturbate at home every day, imagining her.

Yuling was unfamiliar with many things when she first joined, so she mostly hung out with the older flight attendants (HuaX has a strong senior-junior system). Because of her busy work schedule, she rarely interacted with the male flight attendants, so I almost never had the chance to talk to her. I finally had a chance to chat with her and learned that she grew up in Taipei and was a typical delicate, urban girl. She attended excellent schools from a young age, and becoming a flight attendant was one of her life's dreams. She had always wanted to be a flight attendant, dressed beautifully, and travel the world. Perhaps because she rarely chatted with strange men, she had a shy and bashful expression on her face when we talked, her cheeks flushed—it was incredibly cute!

From that day on, all I could think about was how to win Yu-Ling over. However, since Yu-Ling still had a boyfriend (I heard he was a senior at Fu Jen Catholic University), it would inevitably take more effort. So I tried every possible way to get close to her and even found opportunities to help her at work. But three months passed, and she still ignored me, or she was always hanging out with the flight attendants. There was no chance for ordinary men to get close to her.

One day, a brilliant idea suddenly struck me: since boys have no chance, why not dress up as a woman, become a flight attendant, get to know them, understand Yu-ling's personality and hobbies, and then pursue her more easily?
The more I thought about this method, the more feasible it seemed. I'm not tall, quite thin, and my Adam's apple isn't prominent. When I was little, people often mistook me for a girl, so dressing as a woman would surely make me unrecognizable!

Next, during my few days off, I searched for ways to dress as a woman on some CD websites. After two days of careful study, I decided to try it out myself. First, I ordered 34B fake breasts, a fake vulva, and a wig from Yahoo! Of course, I also ordered some women's items, including cosmetics, several pieces of underwear, stockings, high heels, and some simple clothing.
After waiting two days, finally having all the "items" ready, I carefully began my first cross-dressing session, referring to the instructions online. First, I used hair removal cream to thoroughly remove all body hair, including pubic hair, armpit hair, and leg hair. Then, using a newly bought powder puff, I applied a fine foundation all over my body to make my skin look fairer and more translucent. Next, I put on the wig I bought. This wig is a more innocent type, with long hair draped over my shoulders and a little bangs. This kind of temperament should be closer to Yu-ling's.

Next, the most important part began: feminizing my genitals. A key point, of course, was to prevent my penis from protruding too much. So, following some online methods, I first secured the penis with tape before putting on the fake genitals. However, as soon as I put on the fake genitals, the penis immediately broke free of the tape, standing erect like an angry dragon. I had to force myself to put on the fake genitals and then adjust them slightly to prevent the genitals from protruding too much. Next, I attached the fake breasts. When attaching the fake breasts, I deliberately didn't put glue on the nipples, supposedly so that when the fake breasts swayed, they would rub against the nipples, producing a pleasure similar to real breasts. After carefully attaching the B-cup fake breasts, I looked in the mirror, and a perfectly mature female body appeared in the mirror. With a model's height, long legs, and fair skin, and firm, round breasts with pink nipples, I almost didn't recognize myself. I never thought I was so suitable to dress as a woman. Except for my still rather masculine face (because I hadn't put on makeup yet), I could practically be a model.

I struck various alluring poses in front of the mirror, trying to mimic a woman's body (if any other man saw this, he would definitely think I was a pervert!), and enjoyed the slight pleasure of a woman's breasts swaying. Seeing the beautiful woman's infatuated state in the mirror, my penis was already painfully swollen inside the artificial vagina, constantly on the verge of ejaculation. I couldn't help but caress my breasts with one hand and play with my genitals with the other, starting to masturbate in front of the mirror. I looked at my lewd appearance in the mirror while continuing to move my hands, inserting my middle finger deep into the vagina to stimulate my penis. I thrust my chest out to enhance the pleasure, and my lower body kept twisting. Then, my urethra loosened, and I ejaculated a large amount of semen, which slowly flowed out of the artificial vagina, as if I were a beautiful woman being raped and internally ejaculated into. After exhausting my strength, I lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Chapter Two: The Transformation of the Female Body

The next morning, I woke up to find myself half-naked in the mirror, lying on the bed with long, flowing hair, looking like a beautiful woman who had just experienced a wild night—absolutely stunning. Seeing such a beauty, my penis immediately reacted, and I quickly unfolded the fake vulva. The woman in the mirror now possessed a completely different, alluring figure. Beneath her shapely body was a six-inch, thick penis, the kind reserved for a muscular man. This combination of masculinity and femininity felt like a dream.

To adapt to this female attire, I took a week off to practice at home, trying to wear the fake vulva, wig, and breasts all day. At first, just wearing the fake vulva and breasts was enough to make my enormous penis erect. But after three or four days, I gradually got used to having beautiful breasts and a slender figure. Although my penis still got erect, the erection was smaller. After tightening the fake vulva, it looked like a full mons pubis. So, except for showering, I could walk around the house normally in a female posture all day.
In addition, I had to learn to strain my voice and speak like a girl. Fortunately, there are some learning methods available online, and since my voice is naturally quite high-pitched, I was soon able to strain my voice and produce a similar sound to a girl. Finally, there was the adjustment of my female posture. I spent several days studying the gestures and movements of beauty pageant contestants and imitating them. At the same time, I recorded my own posture with a V8 camera, carefully studied and adjusted my movements and postures. Soon, I grasped the key to imitating a woman's posture: swing your arms naturally when walking, lift your chest, take a generous step, and let your hips move appropriately in coordination with your slender waist. Looking at my beautiful posture and tall, slender figure in the V8 camera, with my high breasts and perky buttocks, I could practically participate in a beauty pageant. As I watched, I couldn't help but masturbate to myself again. So the beautiful woman in the mirror lifted her breasts and slowly slid her hand into her genitals...

That day, the postman delivered a package containing various female equipment that I had spent a lot of money collecting online, including a new fake vulva, new fake breasts, and some women's clothing. When I saw the package, I couldn't wait to put on this new female body.

First, I put on new prosthetic breasts, which I ordered from a British website. Each one cost ￡3,000. Their features included a smooth, delicate feel, just like real breasts. The 34B breasts were firm and full, with a pair of pink nipples that bloomed like cherry blossoms at the top. The nipples were so erect, as if they had been caressed and were ready to be suckled. The most amazing thing about these breasts was the pair of nipple clamps inside. These clamps emitted an inductive electrical current; whenever the prosthetic breasts were touched or stroked, the clamps would emit a slight current stimulating my real nipples. If the prosthetic nipples were stimulated, the current would be stronger.

I slowly put on the prosthetic breasts, while the clamps inside clipped onto my nipples. After carefully putting them on, I gently shook them. Sure enough, a tiny current tingled through the clamps, stimulating my breasts. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. I realized how sensitive a woman's breasts are, and how wonderful it feels to have them. This action almost made me start "enjoying" myself again, but I hadn't finished "putting on" my gear yet. I suppressed my lewd thoughts and decided to get myself dressed first!

Next, I put on the fake vulva. This fake vulva and fake breasts were part of the same set. Besides being made of realistic material, it also had many internal features. First, there was a round metal ring inside the fake vulva to hold the glans penis in place, preventing it from getting erect. Second, this set of fake vulvas not only had a vaginal design, but also a small anal plug vibrator in the anal area. As long as you rubbed the clitoris of the fake vulva, the anal plug would start vibrating, and at the same time, the metal ring would emit an electric current stimulation. According to netizens, it could achieve an ecstatic effect.

Following the instructions, I used the metal ring to hold the glans penis in place to prevent it from getting erect, then slowly put on the fake vulva and inserted the small anal plug into my anus. This was my first time exploring my anus, so it inevitably hurt a little. Fortunately, the anal plug wasn't very big, and with a little lubricant, it went in smoothly. After putting on the entire artificial vagina, it not only felt very tight, but also created a feeling of unsatisfied desire and being abused. Because the anus was plugged, the penis was easily stimulated and became erect, but the glans was bound by a metal ring, so it was impossible to get an erection or ejaculate. Therefore, the pleasure from the anus had nowhere to be released. I could only twist my buttocks to try to reduce the numbness and itching in my anus. Unexpectedly, it was better not to twist at all. As soon as I twisted, the anal plug went deeper into my anus, and the pleasure became stronger. In an almost unconscious state, my right hand naturally went to caress my breasts. Then a current of electricity was transmitted to my nipples. The feeling was so tingly that I could hardly stand up and collapsed on the bed.

At this time, the pleasure of the current in my breasts became higher and higher, so my hand, which was originally just stroking and rubbing my breasts, began to attack my nipples. This of course strengthened the current in my nipples and increased the pleasure. I couldn't help but moan like a girl. Of course, my other hand also slid restlessly to my clitoris. As soon as it touched my clitoris, an electric current immediately surged from the artificial vagina, stimulating my glans, while the anal plug began to vibrate, stirring my anus. Waves of pleasure and tingling sensations from my breasts, anus, and penis assaulted me, but I couldn't ejaculate because my penis was bound. With the pleasure accumulating and unable to be released, I roughly caressed my breasts and clitoris. My breasts rose to meet the caresses, and my legs opened, allowing my hands to stimulate my clitoris. My body arched as I approached orgasm, and I began to moan "Ah... Ah..." The pleasure and tingling had made me lose consciousness, but my hands continued to attack my breasts and clitoris.
After accumulating pleasure, my body arched, one hand rubbing my nipple, the other pressing on my clitoris. At the moment of climax, I felt my anus contract, my prostate and penis simultaneously reaching orgasm, lasting for ten seconds. My penis erupted like a volcano, ejaculating a thick stream of semen. I collapsed weakly onto the bed, savoring the afterglow of a woman's orgasm after masturbation… Chapter Three: Fitting

Today is my last day off. These past few days at home, I've roughly practiced womanly manners, started learning makeup, and of course, enjoyed myself many times. Tonight, with the moonlight dim, it's time to go out and try on my female attire.

The first step was to do my makeup. After washing my face, I applied foundation. I used Kose foundation, which can cover the larger pores that men tend to have. Next, I applied loose powder to make my skin look smoother and more refined. I lightly brushed on blush to make my face look more three-dimensional and my chin more pointed, making me look more feminine. For lipstick, I used Chanel Glossy Lipstick, which made my lips look fuller and more translucent. After practicing at home for the past few days, I've grasped the key points of makeup.
Then, I chose a burgundy bra from my wardrobe. The all-lace bra with a 34B cup perfectly supported my breasts. I carefully put my hands through the shoulder straps and fastened the back straps, adjusting the shoulder straps and cups. This bra has a breast-enhancing effect, creating a deep cleavage, instantly making my 34B breasts firmer. Of course, while putting on the bra, it was inevitable that my breasts would sway and touch. Every gentle touch of the bra and every sway of my breasts was a jolt of electric current, making me blush and enjoy the stimulation. However, today was not the time to "enjoy" myself. I suppressed the pleasure in my nipples and continued dressing.

Then I put on the same wine-red panties as the Mandemarian set. They were high-waisted lace panties, almost entirely made of semi-transparent lace. I slowly pulled the panties on, wiggling my ample hips. The panties inevitably stimulated my clitoris, causing a slight vibration of the anal plug, which brought another wave of pleasure. At this time, my penis was already erect, but because it was held in place by the metal ring, it couldn't get very erect. However, I could still feel that my penis had begun to get slightly wet. After putting on the lingerie, of course, you must also wear garter stockings to add to your feminine charm. The garter stockings I chose are white, classic six-bone lace garter belts from Victoria's Secret, paired with nude pink nylon thigh-high stockings. These thigh-high stockings are imported from Europe; the texture is delicate, and they make my legs look even whiter and more delicate. After putting on the garter belt, I slowly pulled the stockings up to my thighs and fastened the straps.

After putting on my underwear, I turned around in front of the mirror, looking at my slender and tall figure. My upper body was proudly covered with firm and full breasts, my B+ cups seemingly about to break free from the bra's constraints. Below that was my 24-inch waist and flat stomach, the result of countless hours of exercise and slimming cream. Further down was my sexiest part: my shapely buttocks, a captivating curve extending from my waist, tightly encased in burgundy lace. Beneath my high-waisted panties, I could vaguely see my dark triangle, my most mysterious forbidden zone, where a roaring penis lurked beneath thick pubic hair. Finally, I couldn't help but think, "You're such a stunner! Every guy who sees you will want to sleep with you!"

Next came choosing clothes. It was my first time going out, so of course, I couldn't wear anything too revealing (although I have many revealing clothes). It was best to wear something more casual so as not to attract attention. So, I chose a simple pink chiffon knee-length A-line skirt, paired with a simple top, put on a wig, and slipped on 4.5-inch light blue high heels and a silver anklet. I carried a Coach bag. I cautiously stepped out of the house for my first time dressed as a woman.

My heart was pounding as soon as I stepped out. I tried to walk under the dark arcade, keeping my head down as much as possible, hoping no one would see me. Whenever someone approached, I quickly walked away. I didn't want anyone to realize I was a cross-dresser. Occasionally, a few idle old men would pass by, but they didn't seem to notice I was a cross-dressing girl.

After walking a few blocks, I gradually became bolder. I headed towards a park, wanting to practice my walking posture there. At first, there seemed to be some people in the park. Initially, whenever I saw a figure or heard a voice, I would nervously find a dark corner to sit down. Later, I slowly realized that it was so late, there weren't many people around, and none of the old men strolling in the park would notice me. So I started walking gracefully through the park in my four-and-a-half-inch heels, trying to show off my figure. My heels clicked softly in the quiet park, and my slender figure, paired with a chiffon skirt, made me look even more alluring. I walked confidently through the park, my 34B breasts bouncing rhythmically with my steps, generating a slight electric current that stimulated my nipples. The friction from my legs caused my anal plug to vibrate slightly. At the same time, the wind blew against my breasts, cool and tingling, as if someone were caressing them. In that instant, I felt like a real woman, enjoying the cool summer night walk.

Suddenly, I noticed a pair of eyes watching me from behind some bushes in the distance. Startled, I found a secluded, dark park bench and sat down, hoping the eyes behind the bushes would no longer notice me. I sat quietly on the park bench, hoping the person behind the bushes would leave. Unexpectedly, the person emerged from the bushes and started smoking about ten steps in front of the bench.

Pretending to be calm, I sat on the bench, admiring the surrounding scenery (it was rather strange for a beautiful girl to be enjoying the scenery in a park so late at night), hoping the boy would finish his cigarette and leave quickly. After a while, the boy still hadn't left, so I shifted my position, putting one foot on top of the other to rest. Unexpectedly, the boy started staring straight at me. I looked down and realized that when I sat down, I hadn't adjusted my skirt properly, exposing my entire upper thigh. My sexy stockings were completely exposed, and my burgundy panties were faintly visible. Combined with the rhinestone anklet and sandals, it was a perfectly sexy combination. Although I felt very nervous and shy, I suddenly felt that letting someone admire my sexiness was also quite exciting.

I hurriedly straightened my skirt, making sure it covered my stockings, and looked up to find the boy who had been smoking was gone. I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was too late anyway; maybe he had finished his cigarette and left, so I should go home. As I was about to leave the park, the sound of my sexy sandals clicking on the floor, a burly man suddenly rushed out from a dark corner and shoved me against the park wall. He used his body and strength to pin me against the wall, his hands gripping mine tightly. I was pressed against the wall, pinned down by his body, unable to move.

The man was about 180 centimeters tall, very muscular and strong. No matter how much I struggled, his hands gripped me tightly like handcuffs. I struggled and twisted my body, but he found an opening and used his feet to spread my thighs apart. Because I was wearing high heels and had an unstable center of gravity, my legs were forcibly spread apart by his feet. My already thin buttocks were lifted up by his genitals. I could feel the heat and hardness of his genitals even through my underwear. His hard penis pressed directly against my genitals and clitoris through my jeans, activating the vibration switch of the anal plug inside the clitoris. In an instant, the anal plug began to vibrate, and the metal ring on the glans released an electric current. My nipples, anus, and glans were simultaneously stimulated. The strength I had used to resist became numb after the stimulation, and I lost the power to resist the man. In that instant when I could no longer resist, the man took out a pair of handcuffs, pulled my hands up, and handcuffed them to an iron pipe on the wall. In that

instant, I thought, "Oh no, I'm handcuffed. Should I call for help?" I was in disguise. Would calling for help reveal me? Just as I was contemplating whether to call for help, the man quickly pulled down his jeans and underwear, stuffing his filthy underwear into my mouth.

So, with my hands raised high, handcuffed to the wall, I had to stand on tiptoe to barely support myself, and with my mouth stuffed with the smell of male underwear, I struggled to make a sound, unable to call for help or resist. My body was completely exposed to the man, at his mercy.

"Not bad, you've met a slutty woman this late!" The man grinned lewdly. Only then did I see him clearly. He was very muscular, his penis swollen and red, seemingly about 20 centimeters long. I was shocked (thinking, "What a huge penis!").

"Ugh...ugh..." I shook my head desperately, but couldn't speak. I tried to open my mouth wide to spit out the underwear, but instead inhaled a mouthful of the strong, foul smell of semen.

The man stroked my calves, slowly moving up my thighs, and all the way down to the stockings under my skirt.
"Would a respectable woman dress like this to come to the park at night? She must want to be fucked... Such beautiful legs, so sexy..." The man kissed my calves, thighs, and buttocks as he stroked them.

Suddenly, the man noticed the vibration of my anal plug. He reached down and touched my genitals, finding the plug through my underwear. He pushed it in deeper, playing with the plug while licking my ear. "You said you didn't want to be fucked? What is this, my little beauty? How about I make you feel good... My thing is better than a vibrator..."

At this moment, I went limp, my hands raised high. I tried to break free, but my buttocks swayed with the man's hands. The man seemed to sense my pleasure as well. He slowly rubbed my clitoris through my underwear, intensifying my pleasure. My buttocks became numb, and I began to twist my genitals to meet his friction. Although I felt like I was about to be raped, my body couldn't escape the lewd pleasure.

Just as I gave up resisting, I discovered that the man's hands were now inside my shirt, caressing my breasts. This immediately triggered the electrical mechanism in the fake breasts, sending a strong current rushing to my nipples, glans penis, and anus. The anal plug also activated, stirring my anus. Finally, I couldn't help but moan,

"Ahhh... Ahhh..." I groaned through my underwear, but the man still noticed my soft breathing.

"Haha, you're a slutty woman too, aren't you? Tonight I'll make you feel good..." the man leered, speaking in a low voice.

With one hand caressing my breasts, the other hand rudely lifted my chiffon skirt, pulling it up to my waist, revealing my sexy burgundy lace panties and stockings. His hot penis pressed directly against my panties, as if trying to pierce them; the hardness felt like it was pressing directly against my anus. At this point, I had lost all ability to resist. My whole body was close to orgasm, and electric currents surged through my nipples and anus, leaving me only able to grit my teeth and enjoy the man's caresses!

(To be continued)

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