[Urban] Transformation H Novel (Complete) - 1-3

I. The Painted Skin

I sat blankly before the mirror, staring at the blue-faced, fanged face reflected there. A wave of melancholy washed over me. Long ago, I wasn't like this… 1 Long ago, yes, so long ago I've forgotten exactly when, I vaguely remember it being hundreds of years ago!

Back then, I was the son of a high-ranking official, a scholar who had studied diligently since childhood, all for the sake of dominating the court and bringing glory to my family ten years later. "Brother Qin, I wonder if you've grasped any profound mysteries from your daily studies?"

My classmate was the prime minister's nephew. His literary talent wasn't exceptional; he frequented brothels and had picked up many of the bad habits of a dissolute young man. He wasn't enthusiastic about achieving official rank. Having a cousin who was the emperor's favorite concubine was more important than anything else; I believed that even without striving for anything, opportunities for promotion would come knocking. "I am unworthy; there are still many parts of the book's mysteries I haven't yet understood," he said,

suppressing his disgust and feigning humility. I deeply understand that the secret to navigating the officialdom is first and foremost maintaining good interpersonal relationships. "Since you haven't figured it out, don't trap yourself!"

My classmate snatched the book from my hands without a word and dragged me out the door. "Look, the weather's so nice today, why don't we go for a boat trip on the lake?"

Although I wanted to refuse, considering the helplessness of reality, I finally nodded in agreement.

The shores of West Lake, with its low-hanging willow catkins, fluttering petals, and vast expanse of misty water, always attract groups of talented men and beautiful women, scholars and poets. The lake's surface is as smooth as a mirror, with ornate, colorful painted boats swaying on it.

My classmate led me onto one of these boats; he said the owner was a famous courtesan of the city, Xuan Ji. I lifted the low-hanging gauze curtain, incense smoke rose, and the sound of a zither, sometimes near, sometimes far, was melodious and heavenly. In the dim light, I saw a graceful figure dancing in the wispy smoke.

That one glance captivated me, plunging my usually abstinent self into a sinful abyss from which I could never escape. My classmate told me that Xuanji was a woman of great social skill and charm. Those with sense would only engage in fleeting affairs with her, seeking only a brief, superficial relationship. Never invest any emotion in such a woman, or you'll ruin your promising future. Although he often succumbed to her charms, he could maintain his composure at crucial moments, displaying unprecedented wisdom. I accepted my classmate's kindness and relentlessly poured out all my love. Gradually, I neglected my studies, spending almost every day by Xuanji's side. I competed with the admirers who came to see her, spending lavishly just to make her smile.

My family, of course, couldn't understand my absurd behavior. They tried every possible method, searching the world for beautiful women, all to win me back. I don't know why, but I simply loved Xuanji, loved everything about her, and even entertained the idea of marrying her. In a fit of rage, my father banished me from the house, cutting off my financial support. How could a weak scholar like me, accustomed to a life of luxury, possibly endure such a sudden change? I silently thought: though my family has abandoned me, I have won love. Full of hope, I went to Cuiwei Tower to find Xuanji, taking her soft, boneless hand and whispering sweet nothings. I told her the truth and made a promise: "I will strive to achieve fame and fortune, so you can enjoy all the riches and honors!"

"Hmph!"

she snorted coldly, pulling her hands away. "You think you can?"

"Yes, I promise I won't let you suffer any hardship. Come with me!"

I couldn't understand why Xuanji's attitude had become so hostile after hearing that I had been expelled from the family. "Who do you think you are?"

Xuanji frowned, her impatient tone saying, "Tomorrow I'll be accompanying Lord Liu to the palace to serve the Emperor. Don't blame me; it's all your wishful thinking. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, don't meddle here. Go back to being your young master!" The

Lord Liu she spoke of was the classmate who had led me into this "abyss," now famous and powerful, wielding influence in the court. And I, for this woman, had fallen to such a wretched state. Thinking of this, I was filled with regret. Looking at her smug expression, a strange feeling rose within me, unsure whether it was love or hate.

I spoke again, humble as a dog. Now I was penniless, possessing nothing, wanting to gain something for myself, even if she had never loved me. Such a sacrifice was truly worthless. "Don't you have any feelings for me at all? I've ended up like this because I wanted to be with you!"

"No!"

she said coldly. It seems my efforts are destined to vanish in the wind. "So, all the kindness you showed me before was just an act?"

I finally tasted the pain of despair. "That's right, if it weren't for your father being a high-ranking official, I wouldn't bother with you at all!"

Xuan Ji smoothed out her once-unwrinkled skirt. She had never loved anyone; this courtesan, who had seen through countless trials, had long since seen the fickleness of the world. The only things she valued were power and wealth.

I finally saw her true colors. Gritting my teeth, I charged at her and grabbed her neck. "You wretch, you've ruined my life. Anyway, I don't want to live anymore, so you'll die with me!"

The sudden action terrified her. "Cough, cough...you madman...cough, let me go..."

"Wraith, do you think struggling like this will do any good?"

I laughed, admiring her tear-streaked face, which had taken on an eerie rosy hue due to lack of oxygen, possessing a bewitching beauty. "Let me go..."

She grabbed my hand, struggling with all her might but unable to break free. Just as she was about to perish, some unknown gas entered her body, and she stopped demanding release, only screaming at the top of her lungs. "Help! Someone help..."

Before she could finish speaking, the bodyguards standing at the door burst in. Each of them was incredibly strong and skilled in martial arts. They easily rescued Xuan Ji. "He tried to kill me! Drag him out and beat him to death!"

What a vicious woman! Even in her weak, gasping breath, she was determined to kill anyone who threatened her. Next, I was brutally beaten. Sticks and fists rained down on me, blood gushing out, staining my white robe crimson. When they saw I could only gasp for breath, they stopped. "It's not good to cause a death here!"

They were finally afraid; after all, I was the only son of the Minister. Even though I was banished from my home, the blood ties couldn't be erased. "Exactly!"

the others echoed. "But it's not good to just leave him like this at the door!"

"I think he's about to die, why don't we take him to the mass grave outside the city?"

one of them suggested, and the others agreed.

So, they dragged my body, like a sack of potatoes. They stumbled and fell, leaving a trail of blood that snaked in a beautiful arc. Finally, they arrived at the mass grave. They threw me down wherever they could find a spot and hurried away.

I struggled to open my eyes and looked around. A faint blue flame flickered on the dark mounds of graves, crows perched on the graves and cawed, and the stench of decay emanated from the unburied corpses. Seeing this, I thought bitterly: Is this my life? Before meeting that woman, I was so radiant; after meeting her, each day became more unbearable… Beautiful women are truly poison, deadly to the touch… Will I die in a place like this? I hate... I resent... I don't want to die, I want to live, I want revenge... Who will help me? Who will save me? Who... no matter the cost, I will pay...) "Poor thing, let me help you!"

A chilling voice came from all directions. Perhaps due to excessive blood loss, my vision was blurry, and I only saw a green light flickering before my eyes. "Who are you?"

I knew that what appeared in the chaotic graveyard at night couldn't be human. The green light was quite honest. "I am the Faceless Ghost. I did many bad things in my life, and after death, I had no face to see Yama, so I have been wandering in the human world, searching for a form to enter the cycle of reincarnation!"

"Haven't you already found one?"

I slowly made out the faceless ghost's face; it was an extremely ugly and terrifying face. Judging from his tone, I vaguely knew what price I would have to pay to gain his help. "This face is too ugly; that's why the underworld won't accept it."

"What do you want?"

"Heh, it's simple!"

The ghost laughed, a laugh that sent chills down my spine. "I see you only have half a life left; you won't live to see dawn. How about we switch souls? I'll take your appearance to the underworld, and you can gain my power to use my current appearance to seek revenge on your enemies!"

"Deal!"

I agreed without hesitation. Seeing that I agreed, the ghost, fearing I might change my mind, eagerly asked, "When will we start switching souls?"

"Anytime!"

The pain in my body was unbearable. "Let's start now!"

Saying this, the ghost produced an iron chain from somewhere, wrapped it around my neck, and muttered incantations. In a moment, I felt my soul gradually detach from my body, and the pain disappeared. Seeing my soul completely leave my body, the ghost hurriedly retracted its chains, grabbed my hand, and flung me into its hideous body before burrowing into mine. After a period of transformation, I saw the ghost, still bearing my skin, emerge from my body, leaving behind a faceless corpse. He thanked me profusely before drifting away. I thought, he must have stayed in the mortal realm for a long time, eager to be reincarnated. I stretched out my arm, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon. Instantly, I felt boundless spiritual energy coursing through my body. I was no longer the learned Qin Zhiyang, but a vengeful ghost reborn for revenge. Gently tiptoeing, I discovered I could fly freely in the night sky. "Ah... Master Liu, harder... Ah... I want more..."

Perched on the roof of Cuiweiluo, I could clearly hear that harlot Xuanji writhing beneath my classmate, seeking more lust. The sounds of lovemaking pierced my heart like needles, causing an indescribable pain. Burning with rage, I leaped through the glazed roof tiles, landing before them. Without even a scream, I used the magic I'd gained in exchange for my own appearance to easily kill them both. I brought my blood-stained hands to my mouth, letting the warm blood flow. So, blood tasted so sweet. Then, what did the heart taste like? It must be incredibly tempting! I used my sharp fingernails to slice open their chests, cupping their hearts inside, and devoured them bite by bite, as if savoring the most delicious thing in the world.

Looking at their contorted faces, I still felt no relief. A novel idea suddenly sprouted in my mind: if I wore Xuan Ji's appearance, wouldn't I be able to bewitch all the men in the world, making them willingly offer their hearts for my enjoyment? If I obtained Xuan Ji's appearance, wouldn't Qin Zhiyang's unfulfilled wish be granted? I can hold the image of the woman I once loved until the end of time. I am her, and she is me!

Peeling off Xuan Ji's image, I rode the wind away, leaving this town that caused me so much sorrow and pain, and found a place of equal prosperity. Using illusion magic, I built a magnificent mansion there, welcoming countless men who came for this image. As I watched them become infatuated with this image, my heart was filled with alternating joy and jealousy. Joy because my food was always plentiful, jealousy because these men had fallen in love with the woman who should have belonged to me. On the verge of jealousy, I killed all the men who had fallen in love with this image. I ate their hearts and buried their bodies under the cherry blossom tree in the backyard. Every spring, the cherry blossoms in the mansion bloomed redder and more brilliantly than anywhere else. Perhaps it was because the cherry blossoms were nourished by the corpses and blood! Not only that, I also inquired everywhere about the whereabouts of a woman of unparalleled beauty. Find them, kill them, wear their skins to seduce more men and obtain more food. Although many of the skins in my collection surpass Xuanji's, I still prefer this one I once loved, enjoying the feeling of looking at myself in the mirror with it on. It makes me feel Xuanji's presence, that she will always be by my side…

Time flies, like a white horse galloping past a crack in the wall. I've lived in this daze for a hundred years, doing the same things every day: seducing men, searching for skins, digging out hearts, stealing skins… nothing new. I'm getting tired of it, yearning for something fresh.

Spring has come again, and the cherry blossoms in the backyard at dawn paint the surrounding sky crimson. I wear Xuanji's skin and walk gracefully into the backyard. The petals under my feet seem to groan softly, and the cherry trees above my head sway in the wind, scattering more petals like red raindrops. I was in a great mood that day, dancing gracefully amidst the falling blossoms… “Tsk!” Suddenly, a surprised exclamation came from behind me. Turning around, I saw a bewildered scholar standing outside the door. I couldn't help but smile charmingly; it seemed the food had come to me of its own accord. Seeing my smile, the scholar was instantly captivated. He stepped forward and bowed to me. “Why are you out alone so early, Miss?”

I glanced at him; this man was truly foolish. Couldn't he tell this was someone's backyard? Such a clumsy way of striking up a conversation. Oh well, no one had come over in a long time; I'll play along! “You're just a passerby; why are you asking me?”

Hearing me say this, the scholar hurriedly tried to flatter me. “Does Miss have some unspeakable difficulty?”

Difficulty? I wondered, did she look so worried? “If it's something unspeakable, it's not convenient to tell outsiders!” “

No, no, no! If Miss encounters any hardship, I, Wang Sheng, will do everything in my power to help you!”

I walked up to him and sighed. “You’re such a good man. To tell you the truth, I’m a fugitive. My parents, greedy for money, sold me to someone as a concubine. The lady of that house is a jealous woman; she beats and scolds me every day, and recently she’s been plotting to sell me to a brothel. I couldn’t bear it any longer, so I ran away.”

“Where are you going to run to?”

Wang Sheng asked with concern. Clearly, he believed my fabricated story. I tried to put on a tearful look and said, “This humble woman is now homeless. I’ll run wherever I can!”

Wang Sheng felt sympathy upon hearing this. Actually, I knew he was only after my appearance. “My home isn’t far from here. If Miss doesn’t mind, you can come to my humble abode for a while!”

Go to his house? Great! It’s been a long time since I’ve been out. I’ll go with him to find some fun. “Thank you, Master Wang!” "

Immediately, feigning frailty, I stumbled into his arms. There's no reason to push away a beautiful woman throwing herself into my arms, so he gently supported my waist and led me towards his house.

Along the way, I learned quite a bit about Wang Sheng's family. He was already married, well-off, living off his family's business, and after ten years of hard study, he had only managed to pass the lowest level of the imperial examinations. Wang Sheng was timid, cowardly, and greedy; he didn't dare openly bring me inside, but instead arranged for me to stay in his study. 'This is my study; my family doesn't live here, so it's secluded. I hope you'll understand, Miss!'

Wang Sheng scratched his head, trying to find the right words to explain. I understood his concerns and considerately accepted his words. 'Seclusion has its advantages! Since I escaped, you should hide me well and not tell anyone about me!'"

Seeing that I had no complaints, Wang Sheng happily agreed. Seeing that the time was ripe, I revealed an alluring smile, removed my clothes, and stood naked before him. I said seductively, "Master Wang, am I beautiful?" "

Beautiful, beautiful, absolutely beautiful!"

Wang Sheng naturally understood my intention, picked me up, carried me to the bed, pulled down his trousers, and eagerly thrust into me. Amidst waves of ecstatic moans, we shared a passionate lovemaking session… After our union, I lay on Wang Sheng's chest, exhaling my fragrant breath. "Master Wang, do you love me?"

"Of course I love you, my beauty!"

"How much do you love me!"

I teasingly caressed his genitals, causing him to tremble slightly. He rolled over, pinning me beneath him, lifting my hips, and thrusting into me. "Of course, I can give you my heart..."

He rubbed against me, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, making me agonize. I arched my back, cooing, "Ah, you're so naughty!"

"Hehe! How about this?"

He chuckled wickedly, increasing his speed. Just as I was about to reach my climax, he suddenly withdrew his penis, spraying his semen onto my chest. Then, he teased my breasts with his fingers. Holding my waist, he rolled me over, buried his head, and worshipped my anus with his tongue. He was probably the man I'd ever been with who knew how to please me best. Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind: let him live a few more days! I hadn't experienced this kind of pleasure in a long time. Sensing my excitement, he withdrew his tongue and instead gently probed the entrance of my anus with his penis, without penetrating. "Ah...Master Wang, please don't torture me anymore!"

I gripped his penis, wanting him to penetrate further. When he felt I was about to collapse, he entered my anus in the way men do. The tight, narrow feeling made him move even harder, and in extreme excitement, he ejaculated again, filling my little hole.

We spent almost five whole days in bed, tossing and turning, except for mealtimes. On the sixth day, Wang Sheng felt backache and weakness. He ran his fingers through my pubic hair and whispered, "I haven't been home for several days since I came back. You stay here and wait for me to come back!"

"Mmm!"

I nodded obediently. He happily pecked my lips. "Good girl!"

After saying that, he got up and dressed. As he was about to leave, I suddenly pounced on him, pressing my full breasts against his back. "When are you coming back?"

"Little vixen!"

He turned around and playfully pinched my nipple. "I'll be right back to feed you!"

"Then hurry back!"

I kissed him back. Thinking to myself, after he leaves, I'll immediately peel off this skin and let my skin breathe.

I pulled my thoughts back, still sitting in front of the mirror. The reflection was still a hideous image: a body covered in green hair, teeth like saws, nails like awls. For revenge, I made a deal with the Faceless Demon using my own skin. I killed Xuan Ji but couldn't let go of my love for her. I peeled off her skin and wore it, wanting to be with her forever. I used her skin to seduce more men to obtain their delicious hearts. Later, I met Wang Sheng and inexplicably fell in love with his bedroom skills, wanting to keep him by my side forever, to please me, to satisfy my needs. But I couldn't keep Wang Sheng like this, so I needed Xuan Ji's help. I sat in front of the mirror, took out Xuan Ji's skin and a colored pen, and carefully began to draw on it. After finishing the drawing, I picked up the human skin, shook it, and put it on like clothing, instantly transforming into a bewitching woman. I wrapped myself in the thin gauze, sat by the window, and waited for Wang Sheng to return. Little did I know, Wang Sheng had witnessed the entire process of putting on the skin. He stood at the door, terrified, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees, crawling away. He rushed to the Qingdi Temple to find the red-faced Taoist priest who had given him guidance, but the priest was no longer there. He went mad, asking everyone he met, and finally found the red-faced Taoist priest outside the city. Wang Sheng immediately knelt before him, kowtowing repeatedly, begging for his life. The Taoist priest pondered for a moment and said, "I'll help you drive away that monster! However, this monster has finally found a substitute, and I can't bear to kill him."

He lent Wang Sheng his whisk, saying it could subdue the monster. After returning home, Wang Sheng dared not enter his study again, but simply hung the whisk at the door.

As night fell, oil lamps were lit all around. I sat by the window, waiting for Wang Sheng all afternoon, and feeling something was amiss, I went out to investigate. But as soon as I stepped outside, I saw the red-faced Taoist's whisk, and my heart, which had warmed slightly, instantly turned cold. I thought in disappointment: Why does everyone who moves me ultimately betray me? Don't say beautiful women are poisonous; even ordinary-looking men can be treacherous. People always say ghosts and monsters are heartless, but I think humans are the most ruthless and heartless animals in the world. I hesitated before the whisk for a long time, then angrily tore it down, broke it in two, threw it on the ground, burst through the door, bypassed Wang Sheng's wife, rushed to Wang Sheng, ripped open his chest with my bare hands, ripped out his heart, opened my mouth, and swallowed it whole. Seeing his blood staining the bed, I said slowly, "I didn't want to take your life, but you actually sent a Taoist priest to deal with me! Didn't you say you loved me? Didn't you say you'd give your heart for me? Now I'll eat your heart, so we can be together forever!"

With that, I closed my eyes and rode the wind away. I dismantled the conjured house and left the town. In another place, I began my unchanging life anew!

Now, I still do the same things every day: seducing men, seeking out physical appearances, digging out hearts, stealing skins… nothing new. Yet I enjoy it! I'm no longer moved, because I deeply understand the ugliness of humanity; no love can last a lifetime. Perhaps the feelings between humans aren't love, but merely mutual pretense, tricks to achieve a goal. I still wear the appearance of my beloved Xuan Ji, but the heart that beats in my heart is Wang Sheng's. I know I will be with the two people I once loved forever, never to be separated. I am them, and they are me! There is no longer a separation! In their understanding of love, ghosts often believe that loving someone directly means eating them, possessing them, and melting them into one's own body, thus eliminating betrayal and deception...

II. The Body-Swapping Boy

On the morning of the 25th, as dawn broke, I mustered my courage and continued walking. But today I began to feel hungry, and my stomach kept cramping. My goal seemed no longer to escape the mountains, but to find food.

However, besides pine trees, there was nothing. The fallen pine cones were all empty!

I took a bite of a dry pine cone; it was extremely bitter and inedible.

At noon, I suddenly discovered a plant under a large tree. Strangely, it was only 10 centimeters tall, with only two small leaves, yet it bore three grape-like fruits. Both the fruits and the plant were a strange purple—very eerie!

It's said that brightly colored mushrooms are poisonous, but there wasn't even a single poisonous mushroom.

Was this plant poisonous?

I carefully picked the three fruits. To eat them or not?

Forget it, I'd rather be poisoned than starve!

I stuffed it into my mouth and swallowed it—literally swallowed, because I had no idea if it was sweet or bitter!

After swallowing the fruit, I continued my search. Suddenly, it felt like a fire ignited in my stomach, and then my whole body started to heat up, as if my blood was boiling. I really wanted to cut my skin open to let the heat out.

I was so hot I couldn't stand up, and I rolled around on the messy ground, eventually losing consciousness.

I woke up the next day at noon, or maybe it was, I didn't know at the time, but later I realized I had lost a day, which I assumed I had slept through that day.

When I woke up, I felt very comfortable and relaxed, not so cold anymore, and my injuries didn't hurt as much. I even had strength! I was surprised; maybe God wasn't letting me die.

I walked for another two days!

Everything was still the same; I had no sense of direction and couldn't see any trace of mountain paths.

But in the afternoon, I noticed some trees that were different, but I didn't recognize them.

And I didn't feel hungry at all, not even thirsty!

The next morning, it must have been the 29th, I climbed a mountain and unexpectedly discovered at the summit that in the distance lay the valley leading out of the mountains.

Having determined my direction, I headed in that direction. When encountering obstacles, I tried to stay on track, having done so for several days and gained some experience.

That afternoon, suddenly, I heard a gunshot!

The extremely loud sound echoed through the valley for a long time!

I shouted excitedly, and I seemed to hear someone yelling in my ears. After a while, several people appeared—police officers and herders from the mountains.

I cried tears of joy; I was saved!!!

They found me and asked what had happened. They were astonished because I had survived seven days without food!

Eating dry rations and drinking beverages, tears welled in my eyes.

They said that Feng Feng and the others had escaped the mountains. After the police were called, several search teams came into the mountains to look for us. Us?

I was stunned. They then told me something shocking: On the 22nd, after I fell off the cliff, the hiking group had a disagreement. Because they were all online acquaintances and didn't know each other well, and because they were convinced I was dead, they prepared to go down the mountain. Only Da Tou and Feng Feng insisted on finding me. He said that if I wasn't dead but injured, I wouldn't have lasted that long to be found by the rescuers.

Da Tou insisted that Feng Feng go home first, because taking her along would only increase the danger, so he had someone drag Feng Feng away.

He took all the extra rations and detoured down the mountain to find me.

That means he'd been searching for me alone for seven days!

The search team wanted to take me down the mountain, but I refused; I wanted to search for Datou with them!

They couldn't dissuade me, so after reporting the situation to headquarters using their portable radio, they took me with them.

Day after day, almost a week passed, and we found nothing.

But I firmly believed he was alright; I trusted his abilities and that he had enough food.

On August 4th, headquarters called—we'd found him!

I was excited, but heard Datou was very weak.

On the 5th, I reached the foot of the mountain, saw my aunt, and cried my heart out, only to be scolded by her.

Datou's parents comforted my aunt, telling her not to be angry; they didn't blame me at all, saying it was good that he was back safe and sound.

That afternoon, Datou was brought back. We hugged each other and cried again.

He usually had darker skin, but now he was very pale and weak. It turned out he had difficulty traversing the thick snow and jungle; he wanted to find me quickly, so he discarded a lot of dry rations, keeping only compressed rations and chocolate.

He was afraid of finding me, and if I were still alive, he was afraid I would go hungry, so he ate very little himself.

I couldn't speak. I realized then that Da Tou's friendship made me ashamed. I couldn't do that. I thought I should re-evaluate him.

I tried to control myself, but tears kept welling up in my eyes.

After Da Tou was admitted to the hospital, my aunt went back.

I stayed with him at the hospital. He asked me what I ate to survive the seven days in the mountains.

I told him about chewing gum, condoms, and that strange, eerie plant. He found it amazing too, but he laughed and told me that the condoms would come out with my feces!

I should keep them as souvenirs. I knew he was joking. I wanted to scold him, but a feeling of bitterness

welled up inside me, and I wanted to cry. Da Tou also said he found the place where I fell off the cliff. Luckily, the updrafts created some resistance, the snow was very thick, and there was a slope that made my fall a horizontal flight, rolling down the glacier to where I woke up.

He also said he saw fragments of a lighter and condom packaging.

But this jerk laughed at me, saying, "You even bring a condom into the mountains, safety first, huh!" "Get lost! Wait till you recover, I'll see how I deal with you! I'll find a girl to take your place!"

He also said that he saw my footprints in the snow and tried to follow them, but found me constantly circling around, like a cunning fox playing tricks on a hunter!

I was stunned. So that's what a fox is like?

It was because he found my footprints that Big Head wandered around in the mountains, and later even he couldn't figure out where he was. After

a while of fooling around, his dad came to relieve me that night, letting me go home to rest.

The next day at the company, I was fired. Pack your things and get out of here; I was unemployed.

I ran to Big Head to tell him, and he offered me some money and suggested I work at his dad's restaurant.

I said I couldn't do it, we'd see.

That night, several other people who had participated in the trek called to offer their condolences. I didn't know whether to thank them or curse them; given the circumstances, it would have been normal to think I had died.

Feng Feng also called. Because she was unemployed, she wasn't in a good mood and had no interest in dating, so she lied and said she was going on a business trip out of town and would contact her again when she got back, then hung up. Two days

later, Da Tou was discharged from the hospital, while I was still looking for work everywhere, constantly hitting walls.

A few days later, Da Tou brought me some money, saying he was going on a business trip for a few days and told me to focus on finding a job.

That night, feeling utterly disappointed, I was idle, drinking beer, browsing the internet aimlessly, but nothing really mattered.

Then I read some erotic novels. There was one about transformation, which was quite good and exciting. I thought how great it would be if I were a girl, able to enjoy multiple orgasms and all sorts of sexy lingerie and sex toys.

Later, I looked at some pictures. One picture showed a young girl lying on a sofa, wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, a short black skirt revealing light blue panties, and white stockings on her long legs. She looked incredibly beautiful.

Especially her thin eyebrows, small mouth, and a beauty mark on her right cheek—she was absolutely stunning.

I thought, "Damn, if I were to be a girl, I should be like this, so beautiful!" Before I knew it, I fell asleep on my computer desk!

In my sleep, I felt waves of heat in my lower abdomen.

I woke up groggily in the morning, feeling an unbearable urge to pee. I got up and headed to the bathroom, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, a little

short-short. Maybe I was hungry; my loose shorts kept slipping down. I dragged myself into the bathroom, pushed open the door, and wow! There was that beautiful woman I'd been fantasizing about all night!

I must have drunk too much and was hallucinating!

I bent down to wash my face, but several strands of long hair fell down. My hair isn't that long!

I rubbed my eyes and looked in the large mirror on the wall. To my surprise, that beautiful woman was still in there!

And she had the same surprised expression as me!

Could it be me?

A wave of dizziness washed over me. What was wrong with me?

I quickly reached out my left hand to hold the door behind me, and that beautiful woman also reached out her right hand to hold the door!

Standing there dumbfounded for a long time, I shook my head, and the girl in the mirror shook her head too. I was sure, I really had transformed, and that's exactly how I looked in the mirror.

Even though I'd read a lot of transformation novels, they were all fiction, right?

I was completely stunned, standing there for a long time before collapsing onto the toilet!

My fingers ran through my long hair, and I gripped my head tightly, unable to understand it no matter what I did. Finally, I thought, oh well, I've transformed, maybe I'll turn back in a bit. I should study my new body first.

Thinking this, my fear and confusion were overshadowed by curiosity!

I stood up and looked closely in the mirror, turning my body left and right. I realized the tightness in my chest was because I was wearing a tank top.

Looking down at my chest, my pair of high, firm breasts were tightly bound by the tank top. I crossed my arms and grabbed the bottom edge of the tank top to take it off, but the pressure from my arms made my breasts feel a little itchy, and my arms felt weak and powerless.

Taking off my vest, a sense of relief washed over my chest. Looking down, I saw a pair of full, round breasts, probably a 34C, with two small, pink nipples that had hardened and stood erect, the breasts still trembling slightly.

Curiosity drove me to immediately try to take off my shorts and underwear. I hooked my hands around the two pairs of shorts and pulled them down together, bending over in the process. I almost fell to the ground because with the two perky breasts in front of me, my center of gravity was different from before!

Adjusting my balance, I took off the shorts and saw my pubic hair. It wasn't the spiky mess it used to be, but neatly gathered into a small tuft, forming a beautiful inverted triangle shape.

Looking up at myself in the mirror, I saw a slender waist, a smooth, flat abdomen, and a round, perky bottom—truly perfect.

I couldn't resist reaching out and grasping my breasts. Ah, a tingling, itchy sensation, so comfortable.

I started to slowly knead, gripping my breasts tightly with both hands, then twisting my nipples with my fingers. Oh my god, my breasts felt swollen and numb—it was such a strange feeling. I felt a stirring in my lower body, my legs involuntarily clamping together, and my inner thighs gently rubbing against each other.

I stood with my legs apart, bending over to check my genitals, but the position was awkward. I remembered there was a mirror on the windowsill, so I ran barefoot to get it.

But when I got the mirror, I realized I was completely naked. I live in a studio apartment with only one room, a kitchen, and a bathroom, and the curtains weren't drawn. Even though it's the 7th floor, the highest floor, there are other apartments across the street. What if someone saw a naked girl…?

Instinctively, I covered my breasts with my right hand and used the mirror in my left to cover my lower body, then hurriedly ran back to the bathroom.

My breasts were jiggling from the intense movement—a very strange feeling.

My heart was pounding. Looking at myself in the large mirror, my fair face was flushed crimson. How could I feel shy like a girl? I'm usually so thick-skinned, I've never blushed before! I

instinctively patted my chest and stuck out my tongue. The reflection in the mirror showed an innocent and adorable expression. How did I become like this?

Never mind, I turned on the other light in the bathroom, making the room brighter.

I half-squatted down, spread my legs, and held the mirror between my legs with my left hand. I saw thick labia majora, sparsely covered with soft hair. The labia majora were slightly parted, revealing two light pink, tightly closed petals.

I parted the labia majora with my right hand, causing the petals to part slightly as well. My middle finger gently stroked my labia minora, and I felt a strange sensation down there.

But my bladder was about to burst; I'd drunk quite a bit of beer last night.

I decided to go for something a little erotic, so I propped my left leg up on the sink and held the mirror under me with my right hand, so I could admire my private parts from two angles.

At that moment, the urge to urinate became uncontrollable. My body relaxed, and warm urine gushed out. Unfortunately, my labia minora were mostly closed, so the urine radiated outwards.

It felt like an electric current was surging through my genitals. I couldn't control myself. I tried to use my left hand to part my labia, but my body was too weak to do so. I could only watch as a clear liquid gushed out of my genitals in a fan shape.

A little more flowed down my vulva and thighs, the warm urine stimulating my skin. I felt my face turn red again. Why had I become so shy?

After urinating, the pleasurable feeling made it almost impossible for me to pull my left leg back. It turns out that urinating as a woman feels even better than a man's orgasm!

After resting for a moment, I turned on the shower to wash off the urine... After wetting my body, I squeezed some shower gel onto my skin. When I applied it to my breasts, the lubricating effect of the shower gel, combined with the naturally smooth skin of my breasts, felt wonderful. The tingling and itching in my breasts returned, and I gently massaged them, feeling a tingling, throbbing sensation—so comfortable! My lower body

started to itch. I applied the gel to the crevice between my legs, slightly parting them, and smeared it between my fingers. My fingers touched the clitoris at the tip of my vulva, and my body shuddered with an unprecedented pleasure. I couldn't resist rubbing it again with my fingertips, gently pressing and rubbing back and forth with the smoothness of the shower gel.

I could feel streams of vaginal fluid flowing out, and my fingers unconsciously increased their pressure.

A tingling, itchy sensation made me groan softly. My left hand involuntarily began kneading my breasts, my nipples hardening and twitching back and forth. I wished I had an extra hand to care for the neglected breast, so I just kept kneading it haphazardly.

Ah, as my hands moved faster, I could barely stand. I sat down on the toilet next to me, spreading my legs wide. My right hand rubbed my clitoris almost frantically, and I gasped for breath. I felt the pleasure was so intense that I could only release it by groaning. Anyway, no one could hear me. I groaned loudly, shouting, "Ah...ah...um...ah...oh...ah..."

At the same time, my hips moved back and forth involuntarily. I craved something, I didn't know, but in my almost hazy consciousness, I knew it was coming: "Faster...faster...ah...ah..."

It's here!

I straightened my body and leaned against the toilet tank behind me, my legs crossed tightly around my right hand. I felt waves of electricity flowing through my brain, my breasts, my vagina.

I felt waves of contraction within me, pleasure surging through my entire body… I felt like I couldn't breathe, a wave of dizziness washing over me, as if I were floating on clouds… It took a long, long time for me to recover.

My limbs were weak, and my breathing was labored. I looked down at my two pink nipples, still hard.

What a pleasurable orgasm, so pleasurable that I was even afraid of it.

After resting for a while, I slowly stood up, reapplied shower gel, and rinsed myself off.

Even though I had just experienced an orgasm, my body was still very sensitive; I didn't even dare to touch my nipples or genitals too hard.

After washing myself, I wrapped a towel around my waist and left the bathroom. I

almost instinctively wrapped it around my waist, but thankfully, when I looked down, my firm breasts unceremoniously blocked my view, and I remembered.

Wrapped in the towel, I felt a hollow, empty feeling between my legs as I walked.

I went to the window, drew the curtains, and turned on all the lights in the room, wanting to properly admire my body.

I'm a seasoned player in the dating scene, so I know a bit about women's bodies. I just really wanted to know what I was like.

I untied my towel and sat on the bed, spreading my legs under the brightest lamplight. This time, I used my fingers to separate my labia minora and looked at my vaginal opening. Pink, tender flesh and the opening itself, and my intact hymen!

Looks like I'm still a virgin, oh my god!

There was a small opening in the middle of my hymen. I gently inserted my middle finger to probe it. I wondered, should I break my hymen?

Having just experienced an orgasm, my body wasn't satisfied; there was still a strong feeling of emptiness in my lower body!

Lying on my back, I slowly inserted my middle finger into the softest little opening between my labia. Just the first knuckle was inside when the vaginal walls started to hurt terribly, probably because there was no lubrication. I quickly pulled it out.

The pain, however, aroused a new desire. I gently rubbed my clitoris, and my nipples even felt itchy. I quickly used my left hand to caress my nipples, while my breasts felt sore and swollen, yearning to be kneaded.

She vigorously rubbed her breasts with both hands, but felt a tingling and itchy sensation in her lower body. A gush of vaginal fluid gushed from her petals and flowed down her anus. She

parted her labia minora with one hand, swept her middle finger a few times at the entrance, moistened it with some vaginal fluid, and slowly inserted it again. It still hurt a little, but it was much better.

I slowly inserted my finger into the second knuckle. My lower body felt incredibly full, but still not satisfied. I began to slowly thrust in and out. At first, it hurt, but a hint of pleasure gradually replaced the pain.

My fingertip felt the folds of the inner wall. Above and inside, there was what I thought was the G-spot, a slightly hard patch of tissue I had explored on women before.

I skillfully stimulated it with my fingertip, and the pleasure intensified. Combined with the stimulation of my clitoris with my left hand, the double pleasure made me groan loudly, "Mmm...mmm...ah..."

Streams of fluid flowed out as my middle finger probed, my crotch was covered in vaginal fluid, and my buttocks were wet. My lower abdomen contracted intermittently, each contraction causing a small spurt of vaginal fluid to gush out from my opening.

My whole body was tense, sweat beaded on my forehead, and I felt like I was suffocating. I could only manage a couple of suppressed groans from my throat to release my feelings.

Suddenly, I felt a strong urge to urinate. I tried to control it, but I couldn't. I could only let it grow stronger and stronger until I finally couldn't control myself and climaxed. My urethra loosened, and I felt an electric current surge through my body, accompanied by rhythmic spasms. I felt streams of fluid spurting from my urethra, dripping down my middle finger onto the sheets. It felt like a man's rhythmic ejaculation, but the pleasure was much more intense...

After the climax, my body was still aroused. My right hand continued thrusting, while my left hand began to caress my body, my smooth thighs, my flat stomach, and my high breasts.

My vagina seemed to have regained a slight emptiness. I wanted to insert my ring finger as well, but my fingertip felt the resistance of my hymen at the entrance. I tried to break through it, and with a little force, a tearing pain shot through my vagina: "Ah..."

My whole body shuddered, and I quickly stopped. I withdrew my hand from my vagina, but the pain still made me tremble. The pleasure vanished, and I didn't even dare to touch my private parts anymore.

What to do, it hurts so much! Looks like I don't have the guts to lose my virginity myself.

As my body gradually calmed down, I noticed a large wet patch on the sheet under my buttocks.

I stuck out my tongue; I never expected my body to be so sensitive, even wanton… After calming down, I thought that since I'm a girl now, I should wear girls' clothes. Some clothes from my previous girlfriends were left behind, but I threw them away long ago. I have to go buy some.

But then I thought, what if I suddenly turn back into a boy when I go out?

I might as well wait until it's dark and go to a nearby shopping mall where there aren't many people.

I'm too tired now, I'll sleep first.

I drifted off to sleep and woke up in the afternoon. I got up and made myself a packet of instant noodles.

It's still early before dark, what should I do?

I dare not masturbate; the intense orgasms are too terrifying, and my body is still a little sore.

Lying in bed, I pondered what clothes to buy, when suddenly a thought struck me. That's right, aren't there vibrators?

Hmm, I've decided, I'll buy one to try.

Just as I was pondering this, my phone rang, startling me.

I picked it up and saw the number—it was from the company I'd applied to. I quickly pressed the call button: "Hello!" "Hello, is Mr. Lin Xuefeng there?" "Yes, I..."

Suddenly realizing my voice was a delicate female voice, I remembered I was now a girl!

What to do? I could only say, "I'm his girlfriend. He's not here right now. May I ask what's wrong?" "Oh, it's like this, he's passed our written test, and there's a position that's suitable for him. Could you please tell him to come to the company for an interview tomorrow morning at 10 am?..." "Okay, I'll definitely pass it on. Thank you, goodbye!"

Hanging up the phone, I felt a mix of joy and worry.

This was my dream job; passing the written test meant I was basically done. But, I was a girl now! What to do?

I racked my brains for a long time, then carefully considered the reason for my transformation, but found no solution.

Before I knew it, it was dark. I decided to buy some clothes first.

I took a shower, then considered what to wear.

Luckily, I had jeans and a t-shirt. I picked out a pair of jeans and put them on, but the legs were way too long! I realized my perspective had changed. There was no tape measure in the room, so I drew a line on the wall, aligning it with the top of my head!

They'd shrunk so much! I chuckled wryly.

Rolling up the cuffs, the waistband had shrunk considerably too, thankfully I had a belt.

I found a white crew-neck t-shirt, a rather unisex style. I put it on and looked in the mirror in the bathroom; it looked alright, even a bit more refined.

However, I noticed my chest was jiggle quite noticeably when I walked, so I found a tank top to wear underneath. The tank top was tighter in the chest area, which helped hold it in place.

I tried it on again, and it looked good, though it felt stuffy. I 'll just have to bear with it.

I wore my ex-girlfriend's slippers barefoot because I realized all my shoes were "boats."

I combed my hair, grabbed some money, and headed out.

When I arrived at the mall, it was almost closing time, so there were far fewer people. Now I could shop with peace of mind.

I went straight to the lingerie department and picked out two demi-cup bras, one pink and one white.

The sales assistant asked for my size, and I hesitated, unsure if my estimate was correct. I asked her to measure me again, pretending I was on a diet. She measured my bust, waist, and hips, and the size was 34C, 25, 35, which was close to my estimate.

The sales assistant complimented my figure, and I was secretly delighted.

I was a little shy while having my measurements taken in the fitting room, as it was the first time I'd ever had a woman's measurements taken by a sales assistant.

I also picked out two pairs of white cotton panties, two tiny thongs, one white and one pink,

two pink tank tops,

and two pink spaghetti strap nightgowns.

These were all chosen with a guy's eye, haha. Then I

went to the fashion department and picked out two sleeveless t-shirts, one floral and one purple,

a white short-sleeved shirt, a

black fitted mini skirt, and a purple midi skirt with small white flowers.

Finally, I bought a pair of high-heeled sandals, a pair of women's slippers, and two pairs of ultra-thin pantyhose.

The cashier looked quite surprised when I paid; probably few women buy so many clothes at once.

After paying, I carried all those bags home, feeling exhausted. Women aren't as strong as men, after all!

I rested a bit after getting home. I originally wanted to go out and buy a vibrator right away, but I couldn't resist the temptation of the new clothes and was eager to try them on, since adult stores don't close late anyway.

Taking off my clothes, my chest felt much more comfortable without the constraints.

I found the white bra. I'd seen how to put it on many times: first, put your arms through the shoulder straps, then pull the hooks behind you. That should

do it all. But, easier said than done, the cups were on the upper part of my breasts, and the hooks wouldn't stay on.

I adjusted the cups and tried again, but this time I couldn't get them on properly.

Remembering a short film I'd seen online of someone secretly filming me changing clothes, I decided to take off my bra straps, turn the hooks to the front and hang them up, then turn the cups around and pull them up until they mostly covered my breasts. Then

I put my arms through the straps and adjusted them by lifting my breasts. That was basically it. The straps were a little loose, but thankfully the adjustment mechanism was in the front. After adjusting the tightness, I moved my arms around a bit, and it felt much better. However, it still felt like there was a bra on my chest, making it a little difficult to breathe.

I took out the white thong. This thong was a bit erotic; only a small piece of transparent fabric was visible in the front, the rest was made of thin straps, two on each side. I didn't know what they were for, but I ignored them.

I slipped my legs in, pulled up the panties, and the thin straps at the crotch dug into the slit of my vulva, pressing right against my clitoris, making my heart flutter.

I opened the pantyhose packaging. The body of these pantyhose was opaque, perfect for the thong. I unfolded the pantyhose and haphazardly put them on, only to find the leg lines were crooked and unsightly.

I had to take them off and follow the instructions, folding them up first and then slowly putting them on. It was a hassle, but it felt good once they were on.

Especially the comfort of the pantyhose around my legs; my long legs looked even sexier against the pantyhose.

No wonder so many guys like legs in pantyhose!

Putting on the purple midi skirt, I realized a problem: should I put the zipper on the left, right, front, or back of the skirt?

I'll just put it in the front!

Nobody will see it anyway.

I wore that purple t-shirt.

After getting ready, exhausted, I slipped on my high-heeled sandals and rushed out to buy something important.

I'd only taken a few steps when I realized my mistake: I'd never worn high heels before, and these shoes had heels about 8 centimeters high. Walking in them was incredibly difficult for my calves; I had to keep them taut.

I'd just adjusted to the shift in my center of gravity caused by my breasts, and now it was shifting again, making me wobble.

Plus, they were stiletto heels, so my feet would easily twist to the side.

By the time I got down to the 7th floor, I was sweating.

Luckily, there was an adult store nearby. I pushed open the door, thankfully the owner was a woman, otherwise I would have been really embarrassed.

Seeing me enter, she warmly greeted me and asked what I wanted. I stammered, my eyes scanning the store, and saw a row of vibrators.

Seeing my gaze pointing there, the owner went over and began introducing them one by one.

The thought of a girl like me buying this kind of thing made my face flush. The shopkeeper probably noticed my blush and stopped his introduction, telling me to look for myself.

My face was burning with embarrassment; I cursed my own thick skin and the shopkeeper for being nosy. I even considered running away, but curiosity won out.

I quickly glanced at it and saw a transparent silicone one. I asked the shopkeeper to bring it over. When I got closer, oh my god, it was so thick! I couldn't handle it.

I asked if they had a smaller one, and the shopkeeper brought me another one, smaller in size, but the packaging said something about rotating, spraying water, flashing lights, and playing music—how terrifying!

I asked if they had anything simpler, and the shopkeeper smiled and brought me something that looked like silver metal, a very smooth cylinder, about 3 centimeters in diameter, saying it didn't have any other functions.

Metal, huh? Wouldn't it be cold?

I thought to myself, but then I thought, I've already tried so many, I should just buy it and run away.

So I said, "Okay, I'll take this one then. Please wrap it up for me."

After I paid, the shopkeeper asked if it was a gift or for myself. I was taken aback, thinking, "Why so many questions?"

She then explained that if it was a gift, it could be wrapped in colored paper. I said no, and then regretted it a little.

The shopkeeper understood and first wrapped the box in newspaper before putting it in a plastic bag.

I grabbed the things and quickly slipped away. Only after I went outside did I realize that my palms were sweaty.

And I also unexpectedly discovered that my private parts had leaked quite a bit of vaginal fluid.

The crotch area of my panties and stockings felt wet and cool, and as I walked with my legs tense, the thin straps of my thong rubbed against my clitoris and anus with every step, and the tingling sensation made the vaginal fluid flow out even more.

The more I thought about the sensation in my lower body, the more intense the friction became. This sensation even affected my nipples, which were encased in my bra. My nipples began to engorge and harden, and with the trembling of my breasts, they began to rub against the inside of the bra cups.

I felt like I could barely walk anymore, so I stopped to rest for a bit. I decided to get it over with quickly and hurried to the building entrance. Once inside, I remembered to buy a pack of 12 sanitary napkins and a pack of 20 panty liners from the small shop near the entrance .

As a girl, I wasn't embarrassed at all, but it was a bit ridiculous that the shopkeeper, whom I see every day, didn't recognize me. The restlessness in my body, however, vanished.

After buying my things, I went upstairs and opened the door. Just then, the girl who lived across the hall opened her door and gave me a knowing smile. This girl probably thought I was her new girlfriend again… I went inside, changed into slippers, threw my things on the bed, and flopped down to rest for a while.

When I took off my skirt, I saw that a large section of my stockings was soaked through with vaginal fluid.

I wondered if my body being so sensitive was a good thing or a bad thing!

Putting everything else aside, I just wanted to have some fun. I took off my clothes, unhooked my bra, and put on a short, thin-strapped nightgown that revealed most of my thighs.

My body felt much lighter, especially my breasts, which were no longer constricted.

Opening the newspaper package and unpacking the box, I discovered that the vibrator was also made of silicone. It was oval-shaped at the front, lacking the coronal sulcus of a real penis, and more like a bullet.

I went to the bathroom to wash it and urinated. I found that urinating as a woman is really unpleasant; the warm urine actually flowed down my labia and onto my buttocks. No wonder women need toilet paper!

Back in bed, I felt a little uneasy, wondering if it would hurt a lot, but a strange urge drove me to risk it all.

I found a condom in the closet and placed it beside me, then put the vibrator on my pillow. I needed to comfort myself a little first.

First, he caressed my breasts, then my clitoris. Soon, I was immersed in a vortex of pleasure. My middle finger began to probe my vagina until I felt an orgasm approaching, my private parts overflowing with fluid.

Panting, I picked up the vibrator, unpacked it, took out a condom, and put it on. My body was still trembling from the pleasure.

I spread my legs into an "M" shape, holding the vibrator in my right hand, wetting it with my vaginal fluid. My left hand pressed against the slippery, wet labia minora, parting the petals,

and I pressed the vibrator against the entrance of my vagina. With a slight pressure from my right hand, another tearing pain shot through my vagina, but the allure of orgasm made me grit my teeth. My left hand pressed the base of the vibrator, and with both hands, I pressed down hard. The vibrator instantly tore through my hymen, penetrating to the very end, the entire penis disappearing about 15 centimeters. "Ah..."

I screamed, tears streaming down my face from the pain.

I gripped the sheets tightly, twisting and writhing, trying to fight the pain in my lower body.

I trembled, afraid to touch the thing inserted between my legs again.

Tears continued to stream down my cheeks, large drops falling onto the sheets.

I took a few deep breaths, feeling the pain lessen slightly, and reached out to try and pull it out a little. The moment I touched it, a sharp pain shot through my vagina, and waves of pain radiated from the vaginal walls.

I was stunned, completely lost, having brought this situation upon myself.

I could only sob, afraid to move an inch.

My breasts trembled with my sobs, but there was no pleasure to be found.

I wondered if my vagina was torn, otherwise why was it hurting so much?

I turned to reach for the mirror on the table, but the slightest movement sent a sharp pain through my lower body.

I lay there, afraid to move, but I could feel a liquid flowing from my anus onto the sheets beneath me.

Is it blood?

Am I going to die?

What should I do? "Waaaaah...waaaah..."

The usually strong and independent man had become a weak and helpless little girl, only able to spread his legs wide and cry uncontrollably... 10-07
III. Transformation from the Game

Looking at the many beautiful and cute outfits in the game, Tianyu happily chose one for his character. 21-year-old Tianyu was a working-class man who constantly changed jobs. Perhaps he was too gloomy, spending his days immersed in the world of anime and manga, never paying attention to the real world. Today, he was still raising his own daughter in the online game. Looking at the character's cute appearance, and seeing the flies on the internet constantly harassing him, Tianyu felt a sense of satisfaction. Cute actions...

cute words...

cute... cute... cute...

Seeing these cute appearances, Tianyu sometimes couldn't help but fantasize that if they appeared in his world, he wouldn't be so lonely. Tianyu was fantasizing like this when he saw the computer pop up... Without even glancing at the window, Tianyu casually clicked on the screen, satisfied with the game character's appearance. He lay back on the sofa, drowsiness creeping in, and soon he drifted off to sleep. His computer screen displayed the game character, who spun around, her pink skirt swirling, her long pink hair gently swaying at her waist…

her delicate face filled with innocence and naivety…

a white top covering a small dove, proudly displaying her pink skirt swaying… occasionally, a glimpse of white could be seen in the depths. "A dream?" Tianyu opened his eyes and reached out to rub his cheek. As his hand moved towards his eyes, a strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart. His body felt as if it were enveloped by something. "I'm not wearing pajamas, why am I feeling this?"

His hand naturally moved towards the top, noticing many delicate patterns and an unnatural gathering!

What was happening?

Another hand reached down, but it didn't feel like ordinary trousers; instead, it was made of fine fabric, leading down to a smooth thigh…

Just as Tianyu was about to get a full look at her body, a hand suddenly grabbed her from behind, pulling her into his embrace. Before Tianyu could react, she felt that what she thought was a prominent area being grasped by that large hand. The words she was about to utter turned into a soft moan. The other hand, which had been on her waist, began to wander restlessly towards her buttocks…

After playing with Tianyu's body for a while, that hand turned her over so she was facing him… When Tianyu saw his face, she was completely stunned…

It was herself…

And the mirror behind him reflected a cute pink-clad girl being embraced in his arms. Wasn't this her game character?

What was going on?

Caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, Tianyu continued to be toyed with by her former self, like a doll...

"Who exactly are you... ugh... ugh... ugh..." When Tianyu finally came to her senses and tried to ask, she found that his lips had moved from her shoulder to her neck...

His right hand rhythmically played with her small nipples through her shirt, causing the inexperienced and unprepared Tianyu to instantly fall into the abyss of lust. His left hand caressed Tianyu's thigh, slowly invading upwards, drawing circle after circle on the pure white fabric...

"Ah...you...you...who are you...ahhhhhhh..."

As the left hand moved, Tianyu's cries continued to escape her lips. Her pink miniskirt had fallen to the ground, leaving her only in white underwear, enduring the constant teasing of his left hand...

Tianyu struggled incessantly, but to no avail. Instead, her clothes, which had clung tightly to her upper body, became loose, revealing her pink bra. The strap on her right shoulder had drooped, exposing her small breasts to the air...

Only now did Tianyu fully realize that she had become her character in the game, and not a joke... But who was that person???

Her legs thrashed wildly, trying to shake off the hand, but she was no match for his manipulation, as if her entire nervous system was dancing with his touch...

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you???

As if sensing Tianyu's inner screams, the hands that had been relentlessly toying with her body stopped moving, but not stopped...

instead, they embraced her slender waist, flipped her over, and carried her to the bed in a princess carry. It wasn't that Tianyu didn't try to resist, but seeing her own face made her lose all strength, collapsing into his arms...

He carefully placed Tianyu on the bed, his head close to her ear, uttering his first words since appearing, "Don't worry, I'll be very gentle, not like how you treated me in the game..."

He pulled down her bra, pulled aside her panties...

Tianyu's entire beautiful body was now revealed in the room, and he began to kiss her, marveling at her beauty. But right now, she was stunned... completely overwhelmed by shock...

all because of that person's address...

...My dearest master, no, now I should say my most adorable maid...

Even the moment of stunned silence has its limits...

As he spread Tianyu's legs and thrust his enormous member inside, "The roles of maid and master are now reversed. Is my lovely little maid ready?" With a wicked smile, he began his relentless piston-like movements...

And Tianyu began her duty... moaning incessantly...

Sunlight streamed through the window into the room, and sparrows outside began to chirp loudly...

Just like any other scene, just like any other ordinary day, but everything was starting to become abnormal. A room that should have been occupied by only one person now had two people inside. And the two lay naked on the bed...

Tianyu lay drowsily on the pure white sheets, feeling someone shaking her constantly, as if trying to wake her from her warm dream. But Tianyu still didn't want to pay attention and wanted to turn to another direction to continue sleeping. The man who kept patting Tianyu saw this and coldly laughed, "It's time to teach you the first lesson of being a maid!"

After saying that, the man began to violently thrust his still-connected penis into Tianyu's body again. Tianyu, who had been dreaming of playing a beautiful girl game and was about to see an exciting scene, instantly became the protagonist in her dream and naturally completed her performance...

"Ah...ah..."

Tianyu was awakened by the constant thrusting pleasure inside her, moaning instinctively...

Seeing Tianyu regain consciousness and moan beneath him, the man immediately withdrew his penis and placed it in her mouth, his right hand constantly caressing her round breasts...

"Swallow it!"

Hearing the man's command, Tianyu involuntarily obeyed, using her small mouth as a massager for his enormous weapon. The man thrust his hips forcefully, and white fluid overflowed from Tianyu's mouth, splashing all over her face...

"From now on, you must remember that as a maid, you must get up earlier than your master. It's not me who wakes you, but you who must wake me up." Looking at Tianyu's expression, the man knew exactly what she was thinking. "Don't think about what happened anymore, that's not something you should be thinking about. Now, there's only one thing you should do: serve me well!"

The man tossed a set of clothes onto Tianyu. "Change into these! And your name now is Xiaoyu, and I am your master!"

Tianyu, no, Xiaoyu, silently took the clothes and went into the bathroom. Xiaoyu saw herself in the bathroom mirror; her figure was exactly like the character she had created in the game. Her breasts weren't too big or strange, but they weren't too small either. Her slender waist accentuated her shapely hips. She looked exactly like a 15-year-old beautiful girl. But how could she have become her? And who was the man outside?

Could she ever return to her original state?

Countless questions filled Xiaoyu's mind. Watching her hands repeatedly change her underwear and clothes, Xiaoyu smiled bitterly to herself, thinking, "It seems I'll have to obey his orders unconditionally..."

After putting on the miniskirt, Xiaoyu obediently walked out of the bathroom and looked at the man sitting on the sofa. "I'm changed, Master." The man scrutinized the little maid before him, as if discovering something. He quickly pulled open the miniskirt, which was already incredibly short, and viciously dragged the pure white panties down to Xiaoyu's knees, inserting his fingers deep into her private parts. Seeing Xiaoyu's legs tremble, the man withdrew his fingers with satisfaction. "From now on, you're not allowed to wear underwear at home without my permission. Also, change that soiled sheet." The man pointed to the sheet stained with bright red blood. Xiaoyu thought to herself...

Is this my future life?

The bell rang, and the man shook it. Xiaoyu rushed over, her short skirt fluttering, revealing glimpses of her private area. "Master, your tableware is ready," Xiaoyu said, pressing down on her skirt with one hand and gently shaking the man with the other. A week had passed since the day the changes began. During this time, Xiaoyu had undergone several training sessions, things she had done for her role...

Even if Xiaoyu wanted to throw a tantrum, disobey, or run away, a single glance or command from the man would make her body involuntarily fulfill his mission and desire. At this moment, Xiaoyu, both physically and mentally, had become the maid of that unknown man...

Hearing Xiaoyu's cries, the man said nothing, only grasping her proud little breasts and kneading them with abandon. "I just remembered, when you used to play games, you liked to knead this area when you woke up. How does it feel now?"

"I...I...I really don't know. If Master likes it, please feel free to play with me." Xiaoyu hadn't thought of an answer yet, but these words came out of her mouth. This...isn't this what the character always said when she was being fondled...Ah...How could I say that!?

"You belong to me. I can play with you however I want!"

The man went further, reaching his hand inside her clothes, but found something. He forcefully pulled his hand away and viciously ripped off Xiaoyu's top. "Did I give you permission to wear underwear at home?"

Xiaoyu, her top torn, looked at her pink bra. "Please calm down, please punish me, Master." Xiaoyu quickly unhooked her bra, exposing her beautiful breasts to the air. She lowered her head, not daring to look at the man's expression. The man murmured for a moment, as if he had thought of something, and released his large, kneading hands. "Alright, change your clothes and go outside to buy some supplies." The man seemed to be... Thinking of something, she turned to Xiaoyu and said, "Remember to wear underwear. I don't want any man other than me to see your body." Looking at the clothes scattered on the floor, Xiaoyu sighed. It seemed she'd have to clean the room again. It seemed Xiaoyu's mindset was really starting to shift towards that of a maid…

Holiday streets are always crowded. Whether in supermarkets or under the arcades, people stroll around in groups, shopping. Of course, there are also many part-time workers, sweating profusely under the scorching sun, handing out flyers. In short, holiday streets are noisy places. If someone dressed strangely appeared here, they would definitely attract a lot of attention!

And if it were a very cute girl, wearing a black and white maid outfit, her short skirt revealing her smooth thighs, making men want to bend down to pick up things and peek—such a scene would definitely cause a sensation!

Her dreamy pink hair swayed back and forth, her fair face now as red as a ripe apple. She walked quickly with her head down, though her short skirt prevented her from walking very fast. "It's all Master's fault, he made me wear this!" The man's face suddenly flashed in her mind, her face twitching slightly, her hair swaying behind her, and the small basket in her hand bobbing. "It's not Master's fault, it must be those people's fault!"

As if she had figured something out, she quickened her pace, looking down at her shopping list. "Hmm... only the egg pudding I want is left! Let's go to the convenience store up ahead." Preparing to jog, Xiaoyu suddenly bumped into someone's arms, or rather, they deliberately ran ahead of her. "Ah... sorry," Xiaoyu said, quickly changing direction to leave the men. Xiaoyu felt uneasy; she didn't even want to buy pudding anymore, only wanting to leave the scene as quickly as possible. Just as Xiaoyu tried to turn away, from the shadows on the side, a pair of large hands grabbed her long, flowing hair, pulling her into the shadows and holding her in their arms. Her small, soft body clung to them. Other pedestrians acted as if they hadn't seen anything, continuing on their way. "Little beauty...where are you from? Are you here for an advertisement? We'll definitely be there, right?" The lewd men surrounded Xiaoyu, uttering many shameless words. When Xiaoyu tried to struggle free from their embrace, another man had already started filming her skirt with a camera. "Let's see what color this little maid's panties are!"

As he spoke, his hand prepared to lift Xiaoyu's short skirt. "Master!!!"

Xiaoyu screamed almost desperately, hoping to summon a miracle. Did a miracle happen?

Yes! A miracle occurred. The man suddenly appeared before the three men, sweeping Xiaoyu away like a whirlwind. The three men were knocked to the ground without even realizing it. "Master!"

Xiaoyu, who hadn't expected the miracle, saw the man and was pressed against his chest, feeling his soft body against hers. The man didn't care about anything, his large hands directly through her clothes, constantly caressing Xiaoyu's body. The three men disappeared without a trace. "Ah... could you please not pamper me here, Master?" Xiaoyu couldn't bear the man's caresses and begged for mercy. "You are my property, I can go wherever I want!"

His fingers explored the secret cave through her white panties. Noticing the prying eyes in the shadows, the man picked Xiaoyu up and carried her

into the store. "But I don't want anyone else to see your body!" "Master?"

"You want some pudding, right?"

The man expressionlessly put something on Xiaoyu's head. Through the supermarket's glass mirror, it was a pink cat ear headband, which made Xiaoyu look even cuter!

"This is your gift, and also your new accessory. You'll have to wear it from now on!"

The man's profile remained expressionless. Xiaoyu hugged the pudding they had just bought tightly in his arms. "I'll cherish it, Master!"

Deep in the alley, "Brother Simon, this is really easy money. Just scaring little girls brings in a sum of money!"

A tall man with messy hair was handing out banknotes. Hearing his companion say this, he spat. "Damn, I was really aroused just now. I really wanted to do it." "Yeah!"

"That's right, me too!"

Simon thought for a moment, recalling the man's eyes, which sent chills down his spine. "But I can't afford to mess with that man!"

The scene fell silent, as if in response to that statement. For a moment, they truly felt a strange terror. Seeing the maid café in the distance, remembering that the woman was also wearing a maid outfit, he thought, "I'll just enjoy watching from there!"

Saying goodbye to his two companions, Simon walked into the Moon Sea Café...

Little did he know, he would become another maid... But that's another story. "Brother Simon, where are you going?"

The man called Simon, the leader of the top-tier group, looked at the blazing sun on the horizon, the incessant chirping of cicadas in his ears. Simon's head felt increasingly stuffy, as if it were about to burst. He was becoming more and more irritable, and thinking of the pretty girl (Xiaoyu) from earlier, his aroused desires had nowhere to go. The urge in his lower body was driving him crazy. "Damn it! I'll just go to the cafe up ahead and look at the pretty girls!"

He spat on the ground and stomped on the ground. He walked towards the café ahead, towards the café named {Moon Sea}. The bell rang…

Simon pushed open the wooden door, and the wind chimes hanging outside swayed. A fragrant aroma of coffee wafted towards him. “Master, welcome back!”

A clear voice suddenly appeared beside Simon. Simon naturally turned towards the sound. Before him stood a maid who looked serene… elegant, and quite classy. Simon was rather tall, and from above, he could clearly see her small face and her figure… wow… a stunning beauty, no less than the maid from before!

"Master?"

The maid smiled elegantly at Simon, completely ignoring the lecherous look on his face. "Help me find a seat!"

Hearing the call, Simon finally snapped out of his daze. "Yes, sir." Simon looked around but saw no other guests, only maids moving back and forth between the counter, in the kitchen, and in the hallway. However, Simon didn't dwell on it. If he were forced to think about anything at this moment, he would probably only come to the conclusion that it was better that there were no customers, because all the maids here were his!

Watching a maid walk past him, Simon muttered to himself, "Just shorten the skirt." It seemed he still cared a lot about Xiaoyu's maid outfit. The maid paused slightly, turned to face Simon, and as Simon was about to apologize, the maid gave him a sweet smile. "As you wish, my master." With that, the maid pulled up the skirt and ripped it to Simon's desired length. Seeing this, Simon was stunned—not by fear, but by astonishment and immense joy!

He quickly regained his senses and pointed at the other maid, "You, use your mouth to pick up the skirt and show me!"

"Yes, my master," the maid replied, bowing respectfully as Simon had instructed. For a moment, the entire café was filled with a pinkish hue. Simon was indulging in various sexual games. He patted a maid's buttocks; her skirt was already pulled up to her waist, and his large penis was thrusting repeatedly. "Master, I'm sorry to interrupt your pleasure. Could you please settle the bill first?" Simon, initially annoyed at being disturbed, looked up and saw the beautiful woman who had just entered. He cursed himself inwardly, wondering how he had forgotten her. What games should he play with her? Thinking of this, a lewd smile spread across Simon's face. "Hmm," he thought, and took the bill, while... Looking at the bill, he didn't forget to thrust into the maid beneath him: 1234567... Seven zeros...

Am I seeing things?...

Let me count again... 1234567...

So many zeros... Seven zeros...

When had Simon, a working-class man, ever seen such numbers? Even if he had, it was only in a game, not here. The maid beneath him suddenly grabbed Simon's penis, gently rubbing and caressing it. "Master can't pay?"

More and more maids approached, converging on Simon as the center. "Master can't pay, then he's the master!" A voice rang out, and Simon had a bad feeling. He tried to move, but found himself completely embraced by the maids. "Then you're a maid!"

A sharp voice rang out!

The maid beneath him stopped rubbing his penis and started pulling, pulling, pulling!!

And his penis, like an ice cream cone, was easily pulled out!

Simon froze, watching the penis being pulled out. A tearing pain shot through him, causing him to scream repeatedly. Simon's massive body collapsed, while the numerous maids, their faces beaming with radiant smiles, rushed towards him. After a long while, everything calmed down; the maids were gone, leaving only the elegant maid from before, and the maid lying on the ground…

The elegant maid laughed, "Another new maid is born!" A white light shone on her, transforming her into a noble-looking man dressed in British attire. He knelt down and began caressing the maid's body. As if stimulated by a sensitive part of her body, she awoke…

to a man's smiling face…

and reflected in his pupils…

blond hair… blue eyes… and a tiny, milk-skinned maid!

"Welcome to the ranks of maids," he said, his hand reaching into the black skirt of the house not far away. The man, speaking to Xiaoyu who was massaging him from behind, said, "Soon, you'll have companions coming!"

Xiaoyu tilted her head curiously, her face swaying. She wore an exquisite silk nightgown, her devilish figure faintly visible beneath. Hmm, truly a beauty…

Wait? Why is her hand moving in the same direction as mine?!

Looking down, she saw that the clothes she was wearing were the same nightgown she had just seen!

How could this be? As Simon tried to move, a man—a man whose face was completely obscured—suddenly climbed onto the bed. "Baby…"

Just as his hand was about to peel off the nightgown, Simon opened his eyes. "It was just a dream…"

Simon breathed a sigh of relief. He saw a high ceiling, a white ceiling, and a crystal chandelier. This wasn't his room.

Where was he?

She stretched out her hand, ready to show herself the hand she had seen with her first eyes upon waking—a small, white, and delicate hand, like that of a 10-year-old girl…

Looking to the side, she saw a blonde little girl staring blankly at her reflection in the vanity mirror. Her movements mirrored her own, which was only natural, since the reflection was of herself!

Click!

The door opened, and Simon turned his gaze. "Oh, you're awake, Cynthia." A girl dressed in a maid outfit walked in. Cynthia saw the incredibly short skirt beneath and immediately exclaimed, "It's you!? And I'm not Cynthia!"

The girl was naturally Xiaoyu. At this moment, she was seen touching her cheek with one hand, "Oh dear... but the gentleman who brought you here said that's your name." Soon, the door was pushed open again, and two men appeared in the room. One of the men went directly to Cynthia's side and lifted the blanket covering her. Her fair and delicate skin appeared before everyone's eyes. Although the rise and fall of her chest was not very obvious, there was a soft feeling spreading through it. "How is it? This maid is exactly as you described!"

The man looked at the girl... The gentleman in his suit, relentlessly listing her virtues, looked at Cynthia, who seemed unable to accept it all. "Mr. Agent, I'll buy it. Go get the payment yourself." The agent bowed, a gentlemanly gesture. "Thank you for your patronage." The agent then pulled Cynthia down from the bed. Naked, she tried to resist, but her body was that of a child, powerless to resist. She was dragged down. The man laughed mockingly, tossing a set of clothes on the floor. "Xiaoyu, help her get dressed and take her to the living room!"

With that, the man and the agent left the room, leaving only Xiaoyu and Cynthia. Xiaoyu smiled, preparing to pick up the clothes, but Cynthia was faster, stomping on them. "I won't wear it!" she

loudly declared her resolve. "Hmm!"

Xiaoyu readily agreed, but her next words completely shattered Cynthia's resolve. "Then let's go, Master is still waiting for us." Xiaoyu still smiled. "I haven't put on my clothes yet!"

Cynthia shouted impatiently. "You said you didn't want to wear them!" Xiaoyu tilted her head, looking at Cynthia strangely. "Who said I didn't want to wear them!"

Looking at the clothes on the ground, then at Xiaoyu's clothes, it was obvious that they were the same set. She never thought that she, who was known as a wolf, would have to wear these clothes one day. Looking at the ground, then at Xiaoyu, and finally at her own naked appearance...

"Where's my underwear!"

Cynthia kept searching for clothes, and only when she couldn't find any did she turn to Xiaoyu and ask, "In Master's room, maids are not allowed to wear underwear, that's the rule!"

"How can this be?" "This is Master's rule!" With a mischievous grin, Cynthia rolled over to Xiaoyu's feet and forcefully lifted Xiaoyu's mini-skirt. As the skirt billowed, her mysterious little hole appeared in the air, the dense forest having vanished without a trace. "It's completely bare!" Xiaoyu quickly pressed down her skirt, her mind filled with memories of Master's recent training, being slowly pulled up. Xiaoyu's face instantly turned red again. "Go change your clothes!"

And so, amidst the playful bickering, the two girls, one big and one small, finally appeared before the man and the matchmaker. Xiaoyu obediently bowed to the man. "Master, I brought Cynthia." The man beckoned Xiaoyu closer, and she obediently squatted down beside him. The man then began to caress Xiaoyu from head to toe. He held Xiaoyu in his arms, playing with her breasts, glancing sideways at Cynthia, awaiting her answer. The man looked outside... The large dog, bought at Xiaoyu's insistence, basked in the sun leisurely, seemingly talking to itself, "Although I'm not interested in bestiality, I think that dog would be happy to have a little bride." Suddenly, the broker produced a pair of dog ears and a tail, moving towards Cynthia. Xiaoyu, oblivious to everything else, could only moan incessantly, her lower body already overflowing with fluids, soaking the man's clothes. The man, seemingly oblivious, continued to stimulate her with his fingers. The scene before her flashed through her mind like scenes from her past encounters with other women, and descriptions of canine beauties from novels she had read surfaced in her thoughts. She struggled, thinking that serving a man was better than being humiliated by a dog. Finally, Cynthia gritted her teeth and said, "Master, your maid Cynthia greets you." At this moment, Xiaoyu's moans turned into loud cries, "No... I said no... Waaah..." "No...no...Master...please stop!"

Cynthia raised her little bottom high, and the man, her master, was slapping her bright red bottom without hesitation. Xiaoyu was watching Cynthia worriedly from the side, occasionally turning to look at the man, pleading for Cynthia. "Hmph! If you dare to act up again next time, you'll have to take care of that big dog for a week." After saying that, the man released Cynthia, letting her slide down. Watching the man's departing figure, Cynthia made a cute face. "Hmph! I only broke a few vases and a few plates, and you're already throwing a tantrum!"

Xiaoyu squatted down to help Cynthia tidy her messy hair, laughing and saying, "Be careful, Master might come out again!"

Seeing Cynthia almost jumping up while constantly touching her bottom, Xiaoyu finally couldn't help but laugh. "You dare laugh at me, you stupid maid who doesn't wear underwear!"

Cynthia lifted Xiaoyu's skirt again, making it flutter. Because Xiaoyu was squatting, therefore... The skirt quickly fell down, and she laughed as she lifted Cynthia's skirt, "You're the same now!"

This time it was Cynthia's skirt that fluttered, and the two women played around like that. However, Xiaoyu's mind wasn't on that; instead, she was thinking about the week after her transformation, those days when she was personally trained by her master. Returning to that week...

her legs trembled uncontrollably, her body swaying as she struggled to clean the entire house. When she was still the same, she had never cleaned the house so thoroughly. Only now could she truly appreciate its immense size. "And the yard..."

Looking at the vast courtyard, Xiaoyu almost collapsed. Coupled with the fact that she had just been favored by her master yesterday, her legs were even weaker. Thinking of that man, Xiaoyu felt a strange, indescribable feeling. She had once deeply loved that character in the game and desperately wanted her to be by her side, to live a good life together. But... everything seemed to have been reversed...

"Slacking off here, huh? Enjoying yourself, sunbathing and taking a nap." He grabbed Xiaoyu like a cat, forcing her face to meet his. Xiaoyu couldn't bear being stared at like that and involuntarily turned her head away. "Don't you want to look at me? Or are you afraid to look at me?"

The man, unperturbed by Xiaoyu's actions, continued to smile, but his other hand was already inside her skirt, teasing her. Xiaoyu stubbornly endured it, refusing to respond, constantly reminding herself that she was just a puppet, a puppet without any feelings. Suddenly, the man, still caressing her body, forcefully pressed down on her genitals, coldly smiling. "No standing, no going to the toilet, only crawling! Moving like a worm! This was the part that impressed you most in the game, and you seem to like it too. Enjoy it!"

With that, the man threw Xiaoyu to the ground and walked away without a second glance. So hot…

so painful!!!

I want...I want...I want...to expel something from my body...Hurry...hurry...

Xiaoyu twisted her body, moving back and forth in the courtyard under the scorching sun. Originally, she only wanted to use the sun's heat to forget the urge coming from her body, but the urge grew stronger and stronger. Her maid outfit was already tattered from constant friction, but Xiaoyu could no longer focus her attention on this. She wanted to expel that thing, but her body wouldn't obey her commands. She was paralyzed, only able to twist and rub against the floor, which also stimulated her. Now Xiaoyu was like a ball of dough, twisted in a circle, panting...

Her hands kept rubbing her lower body back and forth. Now, all she could do was let her lust overcome that urge. The girl in the courtyard, the sun Beneath the shadows of the trees, a fleeting smile crossed the man's eyes. At dinner, the maid, Xiaoyu, could only lick the milk with her little tongue like a kitten, her face stained with milk, probably due to her lack of skill. The man, as if he had finished eating, elegantly set down his napkin, bent down, and picked Xiaoyu up, lifting her shapely buttocks upwards, her short skirt drooping weakly towards her waist. "Now it's time to fulfill your duties as a maid. Serve me properly as I bathe!"

With that, he turned Xiaoyu around and carried her into the bathroom in a princess carry. Xiaoyu, like a puppet, completely ignored her clothes being stripped off, paying no attention to the man's expression, because puppets have no feelings…

The man ordered Xiaoyu to lather her entire body with shower gel, then rubbed his skin against her. This seems like something I did in a game before…?

"Never mind... never mind... never mind... it doesn't matter anymore..."

The man picked up Xiaoyu's breasts and rubbed them against his genitals. Looking at her expressionless face, his genitals swelled abnormally. He squeezed her breasts hard with one hand, deforming them completely...

"Ugh..."

No matter how tough Xiaoyu was, the sudden pain was unbearable, and she involuntarily cried out, "It still hurts!"

The large hand squeezing her breasts didn't move away, while his other hands were still on Xiaoyu's buttocks, drawing circles continuously, causing the impulse that Xiaoyu had managed to suppress all afternoon to explode in an instant!

"Oh..."

Xiaoyu wanted to arouse her desire again, but her hands were already tied to the showerhead in the bathroom. She could only twist her slender waist, swing her legs, and sway her round buttocks. The man stood there, his imposing member erect, mocking Xiaoyu. "My maid, what do you want? I once said I would treat you very gently, my cutest little maid!"

The man then produced a small pair of pliers from somewhere, coldly prying open Xiaoyu's secret cave. Another surge of fluid welled up within her. Watching Xiaoyu sway her body even more violently, the man laughed even more intensely and cruelly. This was also a kind of revenge. Seeing the punishments he had used on himself inflicted on the person who had done them to him gave him a thrill—the thrill of dominating others. "I want her, she can only be mine!!!"

With a forceful tug, the dark forest disappeared one hair at a time. But Xiaoyu was oblivious to this; she was in a state of hysteria, her body convulsing and throbbing, not shrinking but crashing against her like a tidal wave. Only when the man had completely removed the hair from Xiaoyu's pubic area, leaving the cave utterly bare, did he finally nod in satisfaction. He then released Xiaoyu's grip, lifting her like a child being taken to the toilet. "Who am I?"

the man whispered in her ear, as if blowing air. "Who are you? Right, who are you? Tianyu??? Right!!! Tianyu! Tianyu!"

"Then who am I to you?"

Xiaoyu's body kept turning, her impulse reaching a new peak. "Master! My most important master!"

After saying this, Xiaoyu's lower body felt liberated, constantly releasing desire. Xiaoyu dared not look, her eyes tightly covered. In an instant, some memories that did not belong to her appeared in Xiaoyu's mind. Those memories were forcibly poured into Xiaoyu's consciousness. Those were all part of how Xiaoyu, when she was a boy, dealt with maids...

"What kind of training should I let you receive next?"

When Xiaoyu heard the man say this, her body began to tremble again. The man also followed his words and very gently caressed Xiaoyu's breasts, so that he could release the lust that had just accumulated.

The Tokyo night was so quiet that it was intoxicating. In an elegant café, listening to relaxing jazz music and inhaling the fragrant aroma of coffee, it's easy to escape the hustle and bustle and let your thoughts drift away into a dreamlike state…

My name is Tang Siming, a 28-year-old Hong Konger, 1.78 meters tall, with a decent appearance. Aside from being nearsighted, I'm considered a fairly well-off man. I've had two previous relationships. A year ago, after breaking up with my girlfriend due to personality clashes, I decided to focus on my career. Leveraging the resources I've accumulated in the industry over the years, I partnered with a friend to run a cultural communication company. We distribute trendy Japanese products, and with our market acumen and professional knowledge, we gradually built up a small business, accumulating some wealth over time.

Having studied in Japan, I speak fluent Japanese, so I frequently travel between Hong Kong and Japan to find business and negotiate collaborations. I love coffee and quiet, elegant environments, so whenever I'm in Tokyo, I always make time to visit this secluded little shop for a cup of coffee in the evenings.

In my career, I might be considered quite successful. Because of my kind nature, I've made many good friends, and my life is quite comfortable. But whenever I'm alone, I feel increasingly empty and lonely inside. I can't find anyone to truly share my life with, and even more money and fame can't bring me true happiness...

A stunning figure in purplish-red walked past me, and the elegant fragrance that followed not only shattered the ambiance of the café but also pulled me back to reality from my reverie. I subconsciously looked at the young woman who had just sat down by the window. She had a fiery figure that would make men envious and women blush. She wore an extremely sexy purplish-red backless bodycon dress with a deep V-neck, revealing a tempting cleavage through her breasts. The black fishnet stockings and her long, beautiful legs were a perfect match, and the purplish-red strappy high heels on her slender feet were the icing on the cake. In the dim candlelight, her sexy ponytail and crescent-shaped silver earrings accentuated her heavily made-up features, making them even more striking and beautiful. Combined with her fair and smooth skin, she was alluring, like a stunning elf from the demon realm.

I pride myself on my self-control, but even I couldn't help but be captivated by her captivating yet refined beauty. To be honest, though, this girl's attire didn't look like someone from a respectable family. I don't particularly like this type of flamboyant woman, but glancing at her like a scenic view was a pleasant experience. So, I quickly calmed myself down, sipped my fragrant Italian coffee, and continued to revel in my own world. "Can we talk?" A soft, magnetic female voice sounded in my ear. I don't know when, but this beautiful woman had sat down beside me and even put her arm around my shoulder.

Suddenly touching the skin of such a sexy beauty startled me, making my heart race. My face flushed, and I gently pushed away her delicate pink hand, awkwardly replying in Japanese, "I'm sorry, miss, you've mistaken me for someone else." "How could that be, darling? Namie will soon be yours." She winked playfully, her sweet, coquettish tone carrying boundless tenderness, as if possessing a magical allure.

When our eyes met, her captivating eyes suddenly flashed with an indescribable, complex light. Then I saw the scenery before me begin to distort and warp, as if I had fallen into a surreal space from a science fiction film, and gradually lost consciousness… I had a ridiculous dream. In my dream, I was in bed with a stunningly beautiful woman, making love. Her exquisite curves, intoxicating fragrance, soft skin, warm red lips, and almost meltingly hot passion—everything was so clear, and I, without any resistance, accepted it all…

I don't know how long I slept, but I gradually woke up from my daze… or perhaps I had just woken up; my head was still foggy and a little throbbing. I forced my eyes open and saw that I was back in my hotel room. Sunlight streamed through the curtains onto the bed, and the hustle and bustle of Tokyo's traffic could be heard outside. It looked like it was almost noon. I had never slept until this hour before. "Ah… time to get up…" I yawned, pushed off the covers, and stretched comfortably.

Strangely, I heard myself uttering a high-pitched, coquettish voice. My body felt completely different, and what surprised me even more was the heaviness in my chest. Looking down, I saw a pair of round, full breasts swaying slightly in front of me; I could even feel their cool touch against the air. An unprecedented unease suddenly washed over me, instantly dispelling my remaining weariness. I frantically reached out and touched my naked body, touching long, flowing hair, a smooth, beardless face, firm breasts, and a delicate slit of flesh that shouldn't be on my body. My God… it was a woman's genitals.

"How absurd!" The soft, inappropriate voice still echoed in the room. I scrambled off the bed and tumbled to the wardrobe next to the bathroom. In the dressing mirror, I saw her… her disheveled hair, her slightly faded makeup unable to conceal her panicked expression, and her beautiful figure mimicking my movements. Everything was real; I had become her, the alluring woman who called herself Namie from last night.

After hastily making myself a cup of instant coffee, I slumped onto the sofa, laboriously searching for fragments of memory, hoping to recall what happened after that woman approached me last night. Like sometimes suddenly remembering events from a dream, hazy yet vivid images gradually surfaced. I remember that after seeing her magical eyes, I became delirious, as if she controlled all my actions and thoughts, involuntarily leading me back to the hotel. Then, incredibly, we ended up in bed making love wildly. I could even recall touching every inch of her skin, her almost frenzied passion, and the sexual pleasure I derived from her body… The last fragment of my memory was that after experiencing a surge of intense pleasure, I don't know what kind of magic she used, but I saw a strange light emanating from where we were joined, completely enveloping us. When I woke up, I had become her.

While body-swapping between men and women isn't exactly a novel trope in movies, it's absurd that such a thing could actually happen in the real world, and to me at that. That woman played such a cruel joke on me, suddenly putting me, a man for nearly 30 years, in the body of a charming woman. Aside from the Japanese name "Namie," I have no idea who she is, why she took my body, or if she'll ever give it back. Am I supposed to just continue living as a woman like this…? After drinking half a cup of coffee, my emotions gradually calmed down. I wrapped myself in a towel and began to look around, hoping to find some clues. There was no one else in the room. The woman must have left after swapping bodies, taking my clothes, shoes, suitcase, passport, driver's license, and other documents. However, my phone, office documents, and laptop were still there. Her sexy dress, panties, high heels, and the fishnet stockings torn during last night's "intense battle" were scattered on the floor. I picked up the black thong, then looked at my empty genitals, only my pubic hair trimmed into an inverted triangle shape—a kind of sexiness that shouldn't belong to me.

"Sigh..." I couldn't help but sigh softly, my tone carrying a pitiful, coquettish charm that only made me more uneasy. My gaze swept across the desk next to the television, and I found her crocodile-skin handbag, with a note tucked inside. It contained a few lines of Japanese writing: "Please forgive me for switching your body. Your current name is Ono Namie. I hope you like this new body; it's wonderful, you'll find out later. Also, all your documents are in the handbag. Tomorrow morning I'll transfer the money from your old credit card to this card. And please don't waste your energy looking for me or investigating Namie's background; you won't gain anything. Just enjoy the pleasures of being a beautiful woman."

"Oh my god..." I almost fainted from disappointment after reading the note. There was no salutation or signature. I even doubted whether the body of this woman named Namie was her original one. The hope of regaining my body suddenly seemed unattainable... My gaze vacant as I opened my handbag. Inside was an elegant makeup box, a genuine leather wallet, and some women's cosmetics and skincare products. Her ID, passport, and credit cards were, as she had said, in the wallet, along with 80,000 yen in cash. No matter how much I hated her for taking my body, she hadn't really made things difficult for me in this regard. At least now I didn't have to worry about losing my ID and money.

I'm a fairly optimistic person. Anyway, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't think of any way to return to my original body. It was definitely beyond my capabilities. But life had to go on. The only thing I could do for now was accept my fate and learn to live with this body. Besides, being a beautiful woman felt better than just becoming an ordinary woman, so I could only console myself with that thought.

Next, I thought about many problems that needed to be solved. Besides how to adapt to the mindset and life of a woman, I also had to return to Hong Kong, after all, that's where my home, family, friends, and company are. On the other hand, I had just successfully negotiated a large deal in Tokyo, and it would be a pity to give up now, only two or three days away from signing the contract. After some consideration, I decided to try to complete this task under the guise of Namie, saying that I was a newly hired assistant in Japan, and then find a reason for the new assistant to take over my work.

After pondering for a while, I opened my laptop, went online, and sent several emails, informing the Hong Kong side of my rescheduled return date, and telling the clients in Japan that I had to return to China due to urgent matters, and that my assistant would contact them as soon as possible to follow up on the business. All that was left to do was wait until after lunchtime, when the clients returned to the company and received my emails, and then contact them again under my current identity. Of course, this would require a certain amount of courage, because I would have to approach the clients as a woman. I have absolutely no experience being a woman, and it's unimaginable for me to control this beautiful and alluring body with a male mindset. The thought of having to wear a professional woman's suit, stockings, and high heels, and appear dignified in front of clients makes my heart race. I hope I don't cause any trouble… After handling some company business via email, the computer clock already showed 1:30 PM. My body felt sore and weak after only a short time, and my lower body still felt a throbbing pain, clearly a consequence of excessive indulgence last night. A headache suddenly struck me: this woman and my original body last night… wasn't that like having sex with myself? And, without any protection, I wondered if I could get pregnant?

"Damn it! You slut, you've ruined everything!" I grumbled, squeezing my large breasts hard to vent my frustration with Nami. Unfortunately, I soon realized it was just self-torture, because those two round, fleshy mounds were now a real part of my body, and they were burning with pain… Faced with the harsh reality, I had to calm down. Scaring myself wouldn't help, and I should try not to think about things that bothered me, like pregnancy. Anyway, if I was worried, I could just buy some

birth control pills later; nothing was insurmountable. I thought that a comfortable hot bath would not only help relieve my soreness and fatigue but might also alleviate my depressed mood. In any case, watching a sexy woman bathe would definitely be a pleasant experience, and it would be a good way to quickly get to know that beautiful body. “Hmph, watch me strip you naked and then spank you, ha!” After glancing contemptuously at the woman in the mirror, my mood began to improve. I quickly took off my towel and went into the bathroom.

I turned on the faucet, and the sound of dripping water echoed in the bathroom. Reflected in the gradually fogging vanity mirror was an extremely alluring naked body. The perfect combination of full breasts, a slender waist, pink hips, and delicate legs created a figure that almost perfectly embodied the alluring curves

of an Eastern woman. Combined with her snow-white skin and smooth texture, I couldn't help but marvel once again. Nami's figure and appearance belonged to the mature and alluring type that was quite popular with men. Although her seductive charm couldn't be fully expressed under my male-centric thinking, unless I naturally displayed masculine behavior and habits, it wouldn't be difficult for me to deliberately feign 50-60% of it, given my physique. Of course, this also left me somewhat bewildered, because I had never really liked this type of woman, but now I suddenly had a body that exuded a seductive charm from the inside out, and I had to experience things from a woman's perspective again. Everything before me felt unfamiliar…

I didn't know how long I could endure it, but I was certain that I was still viewing this experience from a male perspective. No matter how my appearance changed, my inner thoughts remained the same. I silently told myself not to be misled by the beautiful scenery before me, and to treat it as a sensual experience. October 7th
, Part 4:

After finally managing to slip my long hair into the plastic shower cap, I closed my eyes and caressed my entire body as the warm water from the showerhead flowed, savoring the new tactile sensations of this soft body. My skin felt incredibly smooth, maintaining a youthful, healthy, and fair complexion; it looked remarkably well-maintained. But what truly captivated me were my breasts—those bamboo shoot-shaped breasts that would drive men wild and make women envious. The rosy nipples were delicate and perky, exceptionally pleasing to the eye. My slender hands glided over the soft, elastic peaks, and I began to play with them wantonly. The two tender little cherries gradually hardened under the gentle caresses, sending tingling, electric-like pleasure through me. A woman's body is indeed much more sensitive; just this was already incredibly exciting… As the pleasure intensified, I felt a viscous liquid secreting from my vagina, emitting a slightly pungent odor—it was my love fluid.

I continued exploring, my hand sliding down to the inverted triangle of the mons pubis, and then further down… Although I had been intimate with my girlfriend before, and it wasn't my first time touching a woman's genitals, touching someone else's was completely different from touching this flower-like opening on my own body. I gently stroked the tender flesh beneath the pubic hair; it felt entirely different from a man's penis. Due to the constant secretion of vaginal fluid, my labia became exceptionally soft and smooth. With each stimulation of my fingers, the pleasure intensified, and I almost became intoxicated by this wondrous sensation.

"Ah...so good...ah...ahhh..." I couldn't help but moan softly, my hand not stopping, continuing to caress those sensitive pink petals. I don't know if it was Nami's naturally wanton nature or because her body was particularly sensitive, but I suddenly felt a desire to be comforted and fulfilled, like a prostitute in heat yearning to be possessed. The fire of desire within me continued to burn, gradually becoming unbearably hot. I simply inserted my entire finger into my vagina and began to thrust in and out, letting waves of hazy, intoxicating pleasure completely conquer me, taking my senses to the highest heavens.

"Ah...this is it...ahhh...ah...this is the most comfortable...ahhh...ah...ah...I can't take it anymore...ah...I'm going to cum...ahhh!!" The seductive moans in the bathroom continued for a while, followed by a brief spasm of tingling numbness, a surge of heat flowed from my vagina, bringing with it the most exhilarating, surging pleasure, finally reaching orgasm. "Ah...this vixen...this slut...ah...ah...it feels so good...it's killing me..." I gasped, releasing the pent-up pleasure before collapsing weakly into the bathtub, savoring the remaining ecstasy. At that moment, whether I was male or female seemed irrelevant...

After enacting this erotic scene of a beautiful woman emerging from the bath, my mood improved considerably. Last night, I, a man, had achieved my first orgasm as a woman through masturbation, but I didn't feel guilty at all. After all, the owner of this body was originally a slut. I still felt a sense of unfinished business, thinking that if just this brought such intense pleasure, it would be even more exhilarating to actually have sex with a man...However, this thought quickly made me feel ashamed, my male consciousness scolding me for so quickly succumbing to the temptation of this wanton body.

Nevertheless, it was indeed very interesting for a man to experience this wondrous feeling of female desire, and if I had the chance, I might actually try it with a man. After drying myself off, I wrapped myself in a towel and went back to the living room. Before meeting the client, I had to find a way to change into something new. Unless I didn't want to close the deal, I couldn't very well show up in broad daylight in that woman's revealing outfit from this morning, could I? I needed to present myself as a mature and sophisticated professional woman. After all, I was still a man. After hanging up the phone, I could finally breathe a sigh of relief. The plan was progressing smoothly at first. Although it felt a little awkward, I successfully explained to the client, using the identity of Ono Namie, that "Mr. Tang had left Japan due to an emergency," and that I, as her new assistant, would take over her remaining business. We arranged to meet at their company at 10 a.m. the next morning. And so, Namie officially became my company's business assistant in Japan.

I planned to go out and buy some essential clothing and women's products, and also grab something to eat. I'd only had a cup of coffee this morning, and my stomach was already rumbling. Thinking of going out, I realized I was only wearing a large bath towel. The woman had taken all my clothes, while her tight dress, panties, high heels, and the fishnet stockings torn during last night's passionate encounter were scattered on the floor. I sighed and picked up the slut's belongings one by one. The outfit was indeed very sexy, but unfortunately, that was at night. Wearing such a revealing evening gown in broad daylight would only be an easy way to get attention from lecherous men on the street. However, I couldn't very well go out naked, could I? So, no matter how strange and awkward it felt, I had to put on my only option.

Reluctantly, I pulled on the meager red panties. Although they looked luxurious, they felt really uncomfortable against my skin, made almost entirely of thin strings. I'd have to buy a more comfortable pair of underwear later. And since the woman hadn't worn a bra yesterday, I had no choice but to do what she did: rummage through my handbag for the two remaining nipple covers, tear open the packaging, and clumsily stick them on to cover my nipples. Looking at the two sexy little red hearts on my chest, I felt a little lewd, like a character in a pornographic film. Next, I put on the purple dress. It felt very form-fitting and quite comfortable, except my chest felt cool, and my breasts were half-exposed. This woman's figure was undeniably beautiful; she looked naturally firm without a bra, and from my current perspective, I could see an alluring cleavage, with the nipples faintly visible, making me unconsciously start kneading them through the clothes again… “This is your own body, don’t act like a pervert…” I quickly reminded myself to stay focused.

Next were the shoes. It was a pity the black fishnet stockings were torn; otherwise, I could have experienced what it felt like for a woman to wear such sexy things. However, even without the stockings, my smooth, long legs still possessed a high degree of aesthetic appeal. I sat on the edge of the bed, slipped her pointed high heels on, fastened the buckles on both ankles, and then stood up and carefully walked back and forth a few steps… Perhaps my body was already used to wearing high heels, because it felt smoother than I had imagined. Although I stumbled a bit, I could still walk freely if I took my time, and there wasn't much discomfort or pain, just that my hips were twisting a bit.

“Damn woman, buying such high heels, she's risking her life for beauty…” I cursed inwardly, starting to consider whether I should buy a pair of flat shoes instead. However, to be honest, I still prefer women who wear high heels; they're sexy and have a mature charm. It seems that for me, a man experiencing womanhood for the first time, this is quite a dilemma.

After practicing for a while and getting my gait more natural, I went to the full-length mirror in the wardrobe to examine myself. Although I had just washed off my makeup, apart from my slightly disheveled hair, this woman's face was still radiant. Of course, suddenly having shoulder-length hair was a completely new experience for me, a guy who's used to sporting an IT hairstyle. I knew I had no chance of recreating the sexy ponytail she'd worn the night before, so I just used a comb from the hotel counter to roughly comb it, just enough to straighten it. Anyway, this face would look good with any hairstyle.

After looking at myself in the mirror again, something seemed to be missing. Driven by curiosity, I thought of makeup. Namie's handbag contained a rather exquisite makeup box, two lipsticks, a bottle of perfume, a few things that looked like eyebrow brushes and pencils, and some simple makeup products. Although I lacked knowledge in this area, I could tell from their appearance that they were from expensive brands. That woman was clearly an expert, while I was still a novice who'd only ever watched my girlfriend do her makeup before. At this point, all I could confidently do was lightly spray on some perfume, then apply some powder and lipstick. After carefully finishing my makeup, I looked at the beauty in the mirror again. Although not perfect, it was still a significant improvement.

Despite my dislike for this slut who had stolen my body, I had to admit that her beauty and alluring figure were incredibly attractive to men. Even I, now the owner of this body, felt a sense of euphoria. I subconsciously swayed my hips, striking some sexy poses. Although I couldn't quite capture that coquettish femininity, I still found myself captivated. Beautiful women are different; every movement is pleasing to the eye. Perhaps this was a small compensation from that woman for my earlier, almost devastating mood.

After tidying myself up once more, I put my wallet, makeup case, and other belongings back into my handbag. Everything was ready. I let out a soft sigh, relaxed, and swayed my hips as I stepped out of the room. The clatter of my high heels echoed in the hallway. I laboriously imitated the gait and posture of a woman in my memory, slowly making my way from the room to the elevator. Along the way, my sensitive body experienced a variety of novel sensations, each completely different. The high heels on my legs, the undulating breasts on my chest, the swaying hips, the form-fitting dress, the long flowing hair, and the earrings—all these factors combined to create an indescribable sense of unfamiliarity. I thought, this must be what it feels like to be a woman. At this moment, I was seeing the world through a woman's eyes, feeling everything through a woman's body. This absurd thing was happening to me so realistically…

“Miss, are you going to the lobby?” A neatly dressed elevator attendant interrupted my thoughts. “Oh, yes…yes…thank you.” After a few seconds of stunned silence, I realized he was asking me, and hurriedly answered in a soft, still-unaccustomed tone. This was the first time in my life that someone had called me “Miss,” and standing in front of a “man” in such sexy women's clothing made me suddenly feel very awkward, like a clown in a theatrical costume… My heart raced, and I quickly stepped into the elevator, looking down at the floor.

The elevator slowly descended, leaving only the rather young male waiter and me in the cramped space. The air was thick with the scent of my cologne, making me quite uncomfortable. Although I kept my head down, I knew his gaze was constantly roaming over me… While I could understand such behavior—even I would normally glance at a hot, daringly dressed woman, let alone a young man just past puberty—the completely opposite dynamic made me feel incredibly awkward. After those not-so-long seconds, we finally arrived at the lobby.

I hurried out of the elevator, and the lobby manager, seeing "Ms. Namie" arrive, politely informed me that "Mr. Tang" had already paid his room fee that morning and extended it for two more days. With a sigh, I checked the credit card the woman had left at the hotel ATM. She had indeed kept her word and transferred all the money from my original account to this card, even depositing an extra $50,000. Of course, I didn't want the money that woman gave me; I wouldn't sell my body for money. But at least, it seemed she didn't take my body for money, or there was some other reason… For various reasons, most of my assets remained in Hong Kong, and it seemed transferring them back later would be a huge hassle. The money in this card was enough for my expenses in Japan during this period. I

casually ordered a steak at the hotel's Western restaurant to fill my stomach, but I felt quite full before I even finished half. I didn't expect women to have such a small appetite, so I had to pay the bill and leave. Next, it was time for a ladylike shopping trip. I left the hotel and took a taxi to a famous pedestrian street nearby, a shopping paradise for tourists. However, the biggest drawback for me right now was… the crowds. Less than a minute after getting out of the taxi, I found myself unfortunate enough to become another striking sight in this bustling city. Almost every man on the street was staring at this beauty with lustful eyes, making me increasingly uncomfortable.

In any case, I needed to change out of this irresistible outfit as soon as possible. But before that, there were some things I needed to consider. I don't think I'd be foolish enough to dress as a man, even though I hope to find a way to switch back to a male body. For now, I can only face this body, which I don't know how much longer I'll be in it, and a woman should dress like a woman. The original owner of this body liked to dress glamorously and strikingly; perhaps that was part of her personality. Now, I'm the one in control of this beautiful body, and I naturally have the right to decide how I present myself to others. Having been a man for over twenty years, this is a completely new problem I'm encountering for the first time…

I carefully took a step forward, adjusting to my high heels while continuing to ponder… First, I think I certainly wouldn't mind wearing sexy and revealing clothes, and I wouldn't feel ashamed, because deep down I still have a man's heart. I think sexy outfits are fun; they allow me to experience playing the role of a beautiful woman and also satisfy my lustful desires. However, clothing should be appropriate for the occasion. If I were to dress like a glamorous woman all the time, it would probably be exhausting, and it wouldn't entirely suit my style. Secondly, imagining myself as a charming and alluring beauty, subtly sexy, glamorous without being vulgar, would be incredibly satisfying. "First, I should probably look at underwear." After a moment's thought, I walked into a rather elegantly decorated lingerie store on the roadside. It was a chain store of a famous brand. The shelves were neatly hung with women's underwear of various colors and styles, a dazzling sight. This store sold high-end goods, so there weren't many customers. At this time, there was only a couple and two middle-aged women browsing. Normally, I wouldn't deliberately look at such stores, at most glancing sideways, otherwise, I'd be in trouble if people thought I was weird. But now, walking in as a woman, it was a different story. I could look around freely and try on whatever I wanted without anyone thinking there was something wrong with me.

Two female sales clerks in uniform skirts were promoting their products. One of them, a slightly shorter woman with short hair, saw me, smiled, and came over to greet me, introducing some new styles. Of course, I wouldn't carefully select anything. Firstly, my experience in this area came solely from my ex-girlfriend, and secondly, I didn't have the leisure to meticulously choose when shopping like a woman. So, my strategy was naturally to go along with her introduction and let her choose for me. So, she recommended three new styles to me: a comfortable nude-colored bra, an elegant strapless white bra, and my favorite—a black lace bra that would probably show most of my breasts and came with a sexy thong.

To her delight, I readily accepted all three. I knew that most women try on bras before buying them, so I told the saleswoman I wanted to try them on. "Okay, miss, what's your bust size?" I was a little stunned, because I realized I had no idea what my measurements were. I figured no woman wouldn't know her own measurements, so I reluctantly made up an excuse that I had just returned from overseas and hadn't measured in a long time, asking her to measure me while I was at it.

She immediately took out a measuring tape and skillfully measured my body, then said with an envious look, "Miss, you have a great figure! 36C bust, 23 waist, and 36 hips." "That means I've taken good care of myself, hehe..."

I replied with a smirk. I hadn't realized it until I measured myself; I'd unexpectedly gained a standard model's figure. I felt a surge of satisfaction. Then, I took the clothes she offered and, led by her, went into the fitting room.

The fitting room was brightly lit, and the small space was filled with mirrors on all four sides, allowing customers to see how they looked from any angle. I took off my dress, casually picked up a flesh-colored bra, and put it on. It took me a while to adjust the straps to a reasonably comfortable position before changing into matching panties. The alluring curves reflected in the mirror almost made me gasp. Nami's breasts were already healthy and firm, and with the bra, their curves appeared even more rounded and full, enough to make anyone's imagination run wild.

I changed into two more sets of lingerie, one white and one black, each more beautiful than the last. This girl is a natural clothes hanger; many lingerie models in magazines don't even have such good looks. "She really is a vixen, with such a terrifying figure, she's going to seduce all men!" Thinking of what she did to me, my nameless anger flared up again. I retaliated by kneading the "gift" that woman had given me on my chest... As I touched them, my sensitive body reacted again. I felt my nipples harden, and my lower body gradually became wet. The burgeoning lust within me almost made me moan softly. Looking at the woman's seductive posture in the mirror, I looked like a porn star masturbating...

"My God, you're a man!" Fortunately, my male instincts suppressed the impulses within me in time. I quickly composed myself, went back to the clothes, and left the fitting room. "Miss, did the style you tried on fit you?" The saleswoman came over, her smile still sweet. "Ah, I'll take them all. Also, please wrap up the leopard print set and the magenta set as well. No need to try them on, just take the same size." I couldn't contain my shock from trying on the lingerie for the first time, so I bought two more sets. I guess it's similar to that feeling of women who can't stop shopping; I finally understood it today.

The saleswoman happily wrapped up several sets of lingerie for me. After paying with my credit card, I continued to the next shopping point. With the experience from before, I was naturally bolder and more natural. For the next two hours, I visited several boutiques in one go, trying on and buying as I went. When I was almost too heavy to carry, I realized that I was carrying 7 or 8 bags in my hands and had bought more than ten sets of women's clothing of various styles on the mannequins, from office suits, long skirts, mini skirts to various tops, to stockings and pantyhose of various colors and styles, as well as 2 pairs of high heels and 1 pair of over-the-knee boots. Most of them were the charming and sexy styles that I liked. I decided to change out of my sexy outfit before leaving. Carrying the bags of my shopping spree, I hesitated for a moment in front of the women's restroom in the mall before finally steeling myself and going in… The restroom smelled faintly of perfume. A woman in a suit was touching up her makeup in front of the mirror, and a rather fashionable young woman had just pulled off her snagged stockings, her smooth thighs completely exposed to me… They seemed unguarded in front of other women, and the atmosphere felt a little erotic. My heart raced, and I couldn't help but swallow hard. This privilege of easily entering women's forbidden territory and openly "peeping" is a wonderful enjoyment for a man. In any case, I felt really uncomfortable in a place without urinals. Oh well, changing clothes as soon as possible was more practical. I slowly walked into one of the stalls and carefully locked the door.

After taking off my sexy dress and folding it neatly, I struggled a bit to peel off the two red heart-shaped nipple covers, letting my two poor cherries breathe. After removing my panties, Nami's dramatic transformation officially began. I took the soft, comfortable flesh-colored bra out of the plastic bag. Having learned from my previous fitting experience, this time I bent down to adjust the cups to the right position before fastening the straps. Although my movements were still clumsy, at least I'd made some progress. I could feel my breasts feel much lighter under the bra's support, their curves more shapely and defined. It seems there's a reason why women and underwear are inseparable.

After putting on the matching flesh-colored panties, I took out my newly bought white striped mini-skirt and tight-fitting black short-sleeved top. These were much easier to put on than the bra. The skirt was very short, exposing more than half of my thighs, and the tight-fitting top accentuated my bust, creating a kind of understated sexiness. "Next, let's try on the stockings."

After tidying up my clothes a bit, I opened the package of black pantyhose. I loved the silky texture and alluring color, so even though I bought many different styles, I chose this one first. There's a saying that men who appreciate women first notice their legs, and I quite agree. Women in stockings have an alluring charm and are indeed more likely to attract my attention. I

lowered the toilet seat, sat down, and carefully slipped the pantyhose onto my legs. Once my legs were fully covered, I felt a soft, comfortable embrace, as if I had an extra layer of breathable and elastic black skin, which made my leg contours more delicate and attractive, and also helped to support the curves of my hips. Beauty can really be intoxicating. Although it was my first time wearing something so feminine, I found myself starting to like the feeling. I hope it's just curiosity...

After changing into a pair of more comfortable black high heels, I breathed a sigh of relief and slowly walked out of the bathroom. Bathed in her new clothes and makeup, Namie looked even more stunningly beautiful. This beauty made me more confident, and I strolled confidently through the crowd, enjoying the admiring, envious, and greedy glances. Of course, they could never imagine that the alluring beauty before them was a grown man at the same time yesterday…

The slight sway of her breasts, the soft touch of her stockings against her skin, and the rhythm of her high heels all blended together, allowing me to experience the beauty of being a woman through Namie's body. At this moment, I even felt a natural sense that I was a woman myself, and I deliberately swayed my hips, making feminine gestures in sync with my steps. I have to admit it was quite an interesting experience. “Miss, would you like to try our new products? We guarantee they’ll suit you perfectly.”

In front of the cosmetics store on the first floor, a saleswoman in uniform made me stop. She enthusiastically recommended the brand that Namie used, which I only knew was a well-known Japanese line. However, now that I'm a woman, despite being completely clueless about makeup, I patiently listened to her introduce several new products out of curiosity, and like my ex-girlfriend, I adopted a customer's attitude and asked her to do a makeup trial for me.

Next, I sat down and let her gently apply makeup to my face. Since I had washed off my lipstick in the dressing room, I was basically looking my natural self. But if I could, I would have preferred the glamorous look I had last night – thinking about it now, it's kind of shameless. However, now that I'm a woman, it's normal for me to learn makeup; at least the girls around me wear makeup every day. So, I'll just consider it as pursuing my own visual effect. It's definitely necessary to spend some time studying makeup techniques. If you're going to be a woman, be a woman for once; not taking care of yourself is a waste of the beautiful face this woman gave me.

The makeup process was very comfortable. She used powder, eyebrow pencil, mascara brush, lip pencil, eyeliner, and some other makeup tools I didn't recognize to apply my makeup. Her technique was quite skillful, and she explained the uses of each product and shared some of her makeup tips. The new makeup was finished in about five minutes. The mirror she handed me reflected a beautiful face: a fair and natural complexion, light blue eyeshadow, cherry red lip gloss, and curled eyelashes. It was a completely different look from the glamorous and heavy makeup Namie had done the night before. Under the saleswoman's skillful touch, I became a more charming and elegant lady.

I was quite satisfied with her work. Although I already had most of the products she was trying to sell, I generously chose some different shades and bought some new makeup tools and makeup remover. She was, of course, very happy and even gave me a bottle of nail polish as a gift. I chose a bright red one and asked her to apply it for me. After swiping my card, I happily left the mall and took a taxi back to my hotel.

At this point, the plan to modify this seductive woman's body has basically come to an end. Until I find a way to switch bodies, I will portray Namie in my own way. Of course, I hope this is all just temporary. I really don't know how long I can hold out. I can only silently comfort myself and enjoy the role-playing for now...

"Miss, please stop joking. Calls from Japan are very expensive." "Ah Feng, listen to me, I really am Siming." "Yeah, I was just having coffee and playing games with Ayumi Hamasaki. How did you get his phone? Is he a friend?" "

!" "No, damn it! Please believe me, okay? I'm serious." "That's a boring joke. Also, ladies don't swear." "

The password for your company's bank account is 770912, to commemorate the birthday of your first love, Xiao Qiong. Only the two of us should know this. Also, I gave you your first condom, and it was honeydew melon flavored. Do you need me to say more?" "God... you can even say that? I might believe you..." "It's true, although it's hard to imagine, I really have become a woman. This is my voice now. I need your help." "Cough cough... Really... How do you want me to help you?"

"Okay, I'll connect to the internet on my laptop and tell you more in detail later." "Oh, okay, forgive me for not knowing how to accept this, you really have become a woman?" "Yes! I now have a pair of 36C breasts, not only a hot body, but also beauty comparable to porn stars." "..."

Hanging up the phone, I could finally breathe a sigh of relief. It was so hard to convince Ah Feng that the woman he was talking to on the phone was me. Not to mention him, even I, as someone involved, found it hard to face this bizarre physical change. At this moment, the setting sun was shining, and I had already wiped off my clothes, sitting lazily by the window with my upper body bare. The sunlight cast shadows on the floor, reflecting my almost perfect, exquisite curves. I didn't mind being spied on in my seductive and wanton beauty, because I didn't have the shame that women usually feel. Being naked actually made me feel very comfortable and natural. Taking advantage of this moment of tranquility, I relaxed, looked down at the bustling foreign metropolis, and slowly sorted out my thoughts.

Ah Feng is my best friend. His full name is Ling Feng. He has even more severe myopia than me, over 500 degrees, and is 1.68 meters tall. His appearance is average, but not bad. We've known each other since kindergarten for over twenty years. He's a typical Cancer man, the kind who values relationships highly and considers others' feelings more important than his own. To make work easier, Ah Feng and I rented an apartment near the company. In his free time, he stays at home, unlike me, who likes to go out and have fun.

As the president of our Shengshi Cultural Communication Company, although he never considers himself superior because of his position, his personal charm is the biggest reason why I and all my colleagues are willing to work together. In our careers, we are the best partners. In love, however, he suffered a more devastating blow than I did. Ah Feng is exceptionally devoted to love, but unfortunately, his girlfriend of six years, Xiao Qiong, broke up with him because they knew each other too well. Her departure created an irreparable rift for him, and all he could do was throw himself into his career. Fortunately, Ah Feng is a strong and optimistic person. With the rewards of his career and the support of my good brother and other friends and colleagues, he still lives a happy life despite the lack of love.

The most ironic thing is that I, who originally wanted to introduce a beautiful woman to Ah Feng, have now become a beautiful woman myself. I guess there will be a lot of trouble waiting for us when we get back to Hong Kong; just explaining it to my colleagues at work will be a headache… Sigh, for now, it's better to tell Ah Feng that I need his help.

The sun was gradually setting, and the room was getting a bit chilly. I put on a coat, sat down at the computer, and dialed up to go online. Ah Feng was already waiting for me, and as soon as he saw my ID online, he quickly greeted me. I continued to tell him a few things that only we knew, to convince him that I was indeed his old friend Siming. Although he found it hard to accept, he reluctantly did. Then I talked to him about my current situation and work, and asked him to use his company connections to register me as a Japanese woman, Ono Namie, as an employee of the Hong Kong company and handle the necessary procedures for my permanent residency in Hong Kong.

Then, Ah Feng told me that he had received the email at noon, and he would reply to the email to confirm that I would be attending the interview as Mr. Tang's assistant around 10 am. As for the employment procedures, he would handle them for me as soon as possible. We finished discussing our respective matters, and it was already past 6 PM. I said I needed to rest, and Ah Feng reminded me to be careful in Japan, saying he would fly over to pick me up if needed. Then I logged off. Since it was still early, I threw all the spoils from my shopping spree onto the bed, and then carefully took out and organized the women's clothing pieces that I would never normally wear. Suddenly, I remembered something important I had forgotten… Five

, Full Breasts.

Two years ago, I was a member of the Shanghai Song Group.

Nominally a company, it was actually a tightly organized and disciplined gang with a mafia-like nature. My life was quite comfortable. I could get anything, including women; I could do whatever I wanted with them.

But one day I did something stupid: I slept with another brother's wife, which was against the rules.

I never imagined this would be the beginning of a dramatic change in my life.

That day, I saw Donald drive his Santana 2000 to my house. I didn't pay much attention, because he used to come over once a week. I opened the door and let him in. Although I'd been sleeping with his wife for a month and a half, I remained calm and tried my best to act normal.

"Mistress, I have something I want to talk to you about. It seems you've done something, haven't you?"

I wasn't sure if he knew about my affair with his wife, so I deliberately changed the subject. "Donald, you mean about the Kaiyuan Company boss? That's nothing."

"Stop pretending. What I'm talking about has nothing to do with that."

He took a videotape from his pocket, walked to the camera, inserted the tape, and pressed play. Seeing the image, I was horrified: it was a video of his wife and me having sex! And it was incredibly clear. Clearly, he'd installed a camera somewhere in his bedroom. I felt like I was doomed. What puzzled me was why he'd come all this way to tell me this? Usually, violating the rules could result in immediate execution without warning. Just then, I saw my wife standing in the doorway. Donald stepped aside to let her in.

“Mistress, I was furious when I first saw this tape. I wanted to slice you to pieces! The boss has already given his permission to kill you. But I thought if you died, your wife would be a widow for a long time. So I showed her the tape too, and of course she was furious. I told her I wanted to kill you, but she begged me not to. Now we have a way to punish you.”

“What way?” I asked, relieved. Anything is better than death.

He took another videotape from his pocket. My face was clearly visible on the screen. It was a scene from when we robbed the jewelry store two weeks ago. We stole about a million dollars worth of jewelry, and the police had no leads.

“Of course, we could kill you or hand this tape over to the police. But your wife has come up with a very good way to save your life, and I really like the idea. I don’t know if you like it, but at least you can live.”

“What idea?” I asked.

“You know she has a friend who works at a mental hospital. She told me some stories about it, and I think you might be a good fit for them. You’ll be undergoing eight months of intensive treatment and counseling. Then you’ll be free. Of course, I don’t think you can go back to your wife, but you won’t be executed or imprisoned. If you decide to go, we’ll not only visit you often, but we’ll also destroy these tapes.”

If I didn’t choose this path, I might not live to see tomorrow. And there were those horrible videotapes. And only eight months. I could endure it. And the so-called counseling was so fake, there was no need to worry. Thinking about all this, I had no choice but to agree.

“Okay. I think you’ll agree too. They’ve prepared a room for you. They’ll do an examination for you tomorrow.”

That night I slept soundly (alone, of course). After all, I could live again. Who would care about just eight months? Soon I would be free.

The next morning, Donald roughly woke me up. “Get up! Your new life begins!”

I got up, dressed, shaved, ate breakfast, and we got in the car and drove to the hospital. In the car, Donald told me that the hospital staff would report my condition to him daily, and if I was even slightly uncooperative, he would come and "take care" of me. About two hours later, the car arrived in Nanjing, then headed towards Jiangning.

Finally, the car reached its destination. We were greeted by a beautiful, voluptuous nurse. Seeing her, I thought the past eight months wouldn't be so difficult. Just as I was about to take out my luggage, the nurse stopped me.

She told me I didn't need it; they would provide everything. I put my luggage back in the car and watched Donald drive away.

The nurse led me to my room, telling me her name was Yukino, and my first counseling session would begin at ten o'clock.

I looked around the room, thinking it must have been prepared for some girl before. Everything was a soft pink, with lots of crepe paper and bows. The sheets were also pink satin.

Yukino told me to take off my clothes and change into a patient gown. I took off my outer garment, which she neatly folded and piled up, then said I had to take off my underwear too. Standing naked in front of her, I felt a surge of desire. She gave me a loose-fitting dress to wear, which was also pink. Then she told me she would be back at ten o'clock, and I could look around in the meantime. I decided to take a good look at the room, so I went to the wardrobe and opened it to find it full of women's clothes. Coats, skirts, pajamas. There were many pairs of high heels at the bottom of the wardrobe. Next to the wardrobe was a box, which I opened, and the top drawer was full of lace bras and panties.

The second drawer contained all kinds of underwear, bras, stockings, garter belts, and corsets. The third drawer had several styles of bikinis. These were things I liked to see my women wear. I liked them, and I wished I could see these nurses wearing them. I went into the bathroom and saw all kinds of washes, creams, and cosmetics.

Of course, there was also hair removal cream, women's razors, OB tampons, Sofy winged sanitary napkins, and a toolbox.

I went to the bookshelf and saw that all the magazines were women's magazines. Great, I thought.

They must be short of rooms. It was obviously a girl's room. I decided to look at the magazines, so I sat on the bed and started reading. A little while later, Yukino came in. “It’s ten o’clock. It’s time for your first psychological consultation. Dr. Li is very busy. Before she arrives, I’ll put the ‘bracelet’ on you.”

I didn’t know what she was talking about, but I really wished I never would. The “bracelet” was tightly fitted around the base of my penis. It had many sensors to detect its tension. When it was about to get erect, the “bracelet” would tighten and send a strong electric current to my testicles. The electric shock would continue until my penis went soft.

The bottom of the "bracelet" was a piece of hard metal that held my "egg" in place. This prevented it from being removed.

After she put it on and locked it, she began to tell me, "This thing will prevent you from getting an erection. Eventually, your brain will begin to associate pain with an erection, forming a conditioned reflex so that you won't be able to get an erection even after it's removed."

She must have seen my grim expression, because then she said, "You're now in the sex crime research institute of a mental hospital."

She walked over seductively and began to stroke my bound penis. Her large breasts rubbed against my face. I just started to feel something down there; my penis began to grow, followed by a terrible pain. Then it immediately went soft.

"How was that? Very effective, wasn't it?" she said with a smile.

At that moment, the door opened, and a doctor a little older than Yukino but very attractive walked in. She had fashionable short hair and a radiant smile on her face.

“Dr. Li, I just demonstrated the bracelet’s effect to him.”

“Very good. Now give him an injection. Hello, Xiao San. I’m Dr. Li. We’ll be spending a lot of time together these next few months, so it’s important that we get along well. And your figure is perfect for this treatment. Now you’ll get an injection, then put on headphones and listen to some music, it’s that simple.”

Yukino began injecting into my arm.

“What kind of injection?” I asked.

“Oh, nothing much. Just a sedative to relax you. And of course, a little to make you more receptive to advice. It’s often used in hypnosis…”

I could barely hear the last few words she said before my eyelids began to droop uncontrollably. I lay on the bed, vaguely feeling the headphones placed on my head. I heard very gentle classical music. But after that, I couldn’t remember anything.

“He should listen for four hours. What tape did you use?” Dr. Li asked.

“I played him a CD/excitement/humiliation tape. It repeats every 5 minutes, so he can hear it 48 times in 4 hours.”

“Did you give him an estrogen injection?”

“Yes, Dr. Li. The first injection was this morning. I told him it was an injection.”

“Good. Remember to give him estradiol and progesterone tomorrow morning. Since we only have eight months, the dosage will be doubled. Donald wants to see results within eight months. We will also increase the frequency of injections, from once every three weeks to once a week.”

I was dozing off while they were talking. Because of this, I didn’t notice the tape was transmitting subconscious messages. It said something like this: I am a woman with a penis. I like the look of my body and thighs being clean-shaven. I like the feeling of pantyhose and stockings on my smooth legs. I like wearing women’s underwear, bras, garter belts, blouses, corsets, and high heels. I like wearing all kinds of women’s clothing, especially miniskirts and alluring pajamas. I like all kinds of makeup, especially those that make me look more lewd. I want my hair styled in a feminine way and dyed blonde. I want my eyebrows to always be thin and arched high. I want my ears pierced and big gold earrings. I want my nails to be an inch long and painted bright gold. I want to have big, dd-cup breasts and I'd do anything to get them. The first week of every month is my period, and I have to use tampons and the largest sanitary pad to maintain my hygiene. Always maintain a sexy woman's image, even though my poor little penis can't stand up. I will try my best to learn how to maintain a perfect woman's image. Wearing men's clothing will make me feel particularly uncomfortable. Whenever someone sees me in a feminine way, I will be reminded that I was once a man, and I will feel deeply humiliated, but at the same time, I will also feel more excited because humiliation will make me more embarrassed. My penis is a sensitive but useless thing, and I'm willing to let you do whatever you want with it. I want people to call me by my feminine name: An An.

I am a feminine man. This tape plays over and over again when I'm "relaxing". When I woke up, the headphones were still on my head, but there was no music. I took them off and sat up. I felt a little dazed from the injection, but mostly I felt good. This was treatment. Haha, if I could just sleep through these awful eight months, it wouldn't be so bad. If I could get rid of this painful "bracelet," this place wouldn't be so bad either. As I was thinking this, the door opened and two very pretty nurses came in. They were wearing nothing but bras and panties. One of them had particularly large breasts; I thought they were about to burst out of her bra. They had me lie down on the bed and started taking off their "clothes." I immediately felt excited, and my penis started to react. Ah! I felt a strong electric shock, and the intense pain immediately made it shrink back. I tried to take my eyes off them, but it was difficult. A girl came over and straddled my face, making me lick her. I used to really enjoy licking girls' "little sisters." So I started.

But then I felt my penis grow again, and then came the pain! This wasn't fun at all.

Another girl started stroking my penis with her hand. Then I felt her soft, wet lips take the head of my penis into her mouth, and I knew it was going to be a long process. Excitement, pain, excitement, pain, excitement, pain, excitement, pain, excitement, pain… I continued licking the girl on my face, and then I heard the girl sucking my penis say, “I can’t let his poor little penis get hard. This poor fake man can no longer please me with his weak, short meat stick. He must be impotent. Luckily I brought my good stuff.” I saw the lips next to my penis replace a hollow, large penis. She put the large penis on my penis! The nurse on my face quickly reached orgasm. I felt her start to convulse and squeeze her thighs tightly together. The girl below also rode on my penis (the big one, of course). Seeing her going up and down, I was excited, and my penis started to get hard again. Pain! I had to endure the excitement, pain, excitement, pain, excitement, pain, excitement, pain, excitement, pain… until she went soft. I finally breathed a sigh of relief after they got dressed and left. I glanced at the clock. 2:45. Yukino brought in lunch and told me that dinner would start at 8:00, but I was supposed to start cardio at 5:30. She told me to relax in my room, not to be nervous, and to look around. But there wasn't much to do in the room, so I picked up a magazine. I flipped through the pages and saw some beautiful models in stylish clothes. I wished I could look like them, I thought. Then I was startled. What was I thinking? I put that thought aside and started reading an article about makeup trends. I must have been so engrossed that when I looked up, Yukino came in and told me to start cardio.

She went to the wardrobe, opened a drawer, and pulled out a pink bodysuit. She told me to take off my pajamas and put it on. I had never worn a bodysuit before, let alone a pink one. I hesitated for a moment.

"Hurry up, we don't have time," Yukino said.

Remembering Donald's words, I decided to cooperate. It didn't look very good on me, mainly because of the hair on my legs, the unsightly bulge at the top of my thighs, and my flat chest. I felt a little embarrassed wearing it in front of her; I could feel my face turning red. I also felt quite sexy, though I didn't know why.

I started doing cardio, much more intense than my usual workouts. I worked up a sweat, and when I came back, Yukino took me to the bathroom to shower. "Look how much hair you have on your legs! I bet you'd be sexier if you shaved it off,"

Yukino said before leaving.

I almost agreed with her, then I changed my mind. What was I thinking? After showering, I went to put on my pajamas, but they were gone! I guess she took them to wash. I had to wear the clothes in my closet. I found the least feminine underwear and put it on. It was a pair of white panties with pink lace trim. Then I found another least feminine nightgown and put it on. I put the silk dress on.

Around 8:00, the door opened, and Dr. Li and Yukino came in.

"You already know about this training, An'an. Same as this morning. One injection, then headphones. By the way, your underwear is very pretty," Dr. Li said.

Yukino inserted the needle into my arm and then pushed the medicine in. Soon, I fell asleep again.

“What’s on this tape?”

“It’s for changing his sexual orientation. Isn’t he still interested in women?”

“The ‘bracelet’ will work. It not only associates pain with arousal, but it also associates pain with a woman’s sexual activity. That’s why you need to stimulate him constantly. The tape will reinforce this connection. By the time he leaves here, he won’t look at any woman for sex anymore.”

Did you see him looking at those women’s magazines? “

Yes. The psychological change will gradually take effect. An’an won’t even realize he’s changing. He’ll think it’s perfectly normal. It won’t be long before he willingly wears all the clothes in his closet and drawers. Start playing the tape,” Dr. Li said.

This tape was a little different from the one from this morning. Its content was: “I am a feminine man. I like sucking penises. I like anything male, especially big penises. I like licking their balls. I like having their penises inside my anus. I like having many men at the same time. I like putting my tongue inside their anus. I like the taste of semen. I have an incredible craving for semen.” I need to taste semen at least twice a day, otherwise I feel extremely uncomfortable. I like semen spraying all over my face. But then I have to lick it clean, not wasting a drop. I like muscular men, but I'm not picky. I'll suck any penis put in front of me. I like deep throat sex. Having a big penis in my anus or mouth excites me greatly, and it's the only way I can orgasm, even if my poor penis doesn't get aroused. I want someone to torture my penis. I want to be tied up by a nurse and have my body ravaged. I am a submissive, sexy slave, willing to do anything I'm told. I am a sucker, a effeminate male prostitute. The tape

played on repeat. When I woke up, the headphones were still on my head, and there was still no music. The door opened, and my two voluptuous friends from this morning came in. I groaned inwardly. A week ago, faced with the same situation, I would have felt ecstatic. But now I felt conflicted. The same process repeated itself: excitement, pain, excitement, pain, excitement, pain, excitement, pain, excitement, pain, excitement, pain… The only difference was that this time it lasted longer because both of them wanted to put their big penises on my face and then both wanted to reach orgasm. When they left, I was completely exhausted and had developed an aversion to sex. I was in a very sensual environment, but I couldn't release my pent-up desires! I stared at my 'bracelet'… Could I get it off? It looked very secure.

The only way was with a blowtorch. But I really couldn't or wanted to do it. I started to feel bored.

I was awake until 6 a.m. the next morning (actually, I hadn't taken the tranquilizers they said I should).

I decided to stay in bed and try to sleep.

I woke up at 8 a.m. Breakfast time. Yukino gave me some pills. Because I thought they were tranquilizers, I took them without thinking. And, did I have a choice? In the following days, I took pills, wore more feminine clothes than the day before, and lived my life like that.

The following days were unusual. Because my 'period' came.

That morning, Yukino was followed by a nurse who woke me up an hour early. She said to me, "An'an, today is the day of your period. You need to be prepared. Periods can be very painful. To allow your 'menstrual blood' to flow out and not stain your clothes, we'll take care of your 'vagina'." "

To reduce your pain, we need to restrict your freedom a bit." "They handcuffed my hands and feet to the four corners of the bed and secured me around the waist with a leather belt, making me unable to move.

Yukino went to the box next to the wardrobe, took out the toolbox inside, and placed it on the trolley. She made me lie on the bed, then took off my lace underwear, opened the toolbox, took out a bottle of disinfectant, poured it into a square basin, then took out a pair of latex gloves. Then she opened a well-sealed bag, took out a catheter about 40 centimeters long, disinfected it, and walked towards me...

She grabbed my penis with one hand. I was a little scared. She aimed the more stable end at the small opening on my penis and slowly inserted it. The more stable end was itchy and a little painful, but..." The overall feeling was indescribably comfortable! I immediately felt extremely excited, and slippery fluid flowed from the opening of my penis... Because the catheter was very thin, only about 2 millimeters thick, even though it was my first time inserting it, I didn't feel much pain. After it went in about two centimeters, I felt some resistance, and then Yukino skillfully rotated the thin tube a few times, and it smoothly advanced further. I lay on the bed with my eyes closed, enjoying this feeling of pain and pleasure intertwined. This was a feeling ten times more exciting than my penis entering someone else's body. After Yukino inserted it 20 centimeters, I encountered resistance again. At this moment, I felt the tip of the thin tube pressing against the opening of my bladder, which was very painful. I twisted a few times, and Yukino said, "Don't worry, it's reached the bladder opening." "I looked up and saw her pull my penis towards my feet, then slowly rotate the thin tube while gently pushing it in. Suddenly, I felt it go in! A pale yellow liquid slowly flowed out from the other end of the tube. At this moment, another nurse quickly took out gauze, wiped away the mucus flowing down the outside of the tube, and plugged the other end of the tube with her hand to prevent urine from leaking out. Yukino took out medical tape (strangely, it was also pink) and fixed the tube to my penis. Then she rolled my penis inwards towards my thighs and placed it relatively stably in front of my anus. She then secured the penis and the tube with tape. At this point, the catheter was still about 9 centimeters long. Yukino said, 'Okay. The 'menstrual blood' problem is solved. Now we need to solve your hygiene problem.'" "After applying some lubricant to the index and middle fingers of her gloved hand, she reached towards my anus. I felt her hand first wander around me, icy cold. Then one finger slowly slipped inside and began to move slowly in and out. Next came two fingers, and I inexplicably became excited… Did I have an erogenous zone? Was I born with this feeling?

Did I enjoy being penetrated?…"

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