Su-Lin Yee, China Doll

by

Jean M. Chambers

 

I'm Barbi Frever. Or, at least I used to be. I'm a man. Or, at least I used to be. Three weeks have passed since my girlfriend Judy forced me to dress and work as a woman. The next day she had a surgeon friend of hers enlarge my breasts to thirty six Ds. Her surgeon friend took advantage of me being under anesthesia and changed my facial features too. She made sure that anyone looking at me would not doubt I was female, by enhancing my cheekbones with injections and putting some kind of implants in my lips to give me a full lipped, pouty look. All of it was against my will. Judy had used an electronic training collar to make sure I did as she ordered.

Today, everywhere I go, guys google at me. I'm the blonde knock out with the big boobs. I can't stand being treated like a piece of meat. I can't stand the boobs either. They get in the way all of the time. My boobs and looks are permanent and there is nothing I can do about it. Wearing a bra all of the time is irritating, but it is better than bouncing. For the past few weeks my life has been routine. Judy and I work as cocktail waitresses at The Bistro in the afternoons and love dolls at Saintans, a BDSM club in the evenings.

I just finished working lunch shift at The Bistro and leaned against the bar, in my uniform, to wait for Judy. The uniform is skimpy. Like the other girls', it's full, red skirt just barely covers my rear. A fringe of a white, ruffled petticoat peeks out from beneath. The blouse is a white, low cut, short sleeved, peasant style with puffy shoulders. Someone reached up under my skirt and gave my butt cheek a squeeze. I jumped. It was Judy, "Let's go girlfriend. We've got an appointment, or rather you do." "What appointment?" I asked, "I haven't made any appointments." "No," Judy smiled, "I made the appointment. Just be a good girl and come with me." I did.

We passed Patty, the manager, on the way out. She was always eyeing me up and down. I figured she was gay. I overheard her argueing with Judy once. Patty had said I would be perfect for 'one of the girls'. Judy said I wasn't ready. They stopped abruptly when they realized I was listening. I felt dizzy when I stepped out into the hot, bright, sun and mentioned it to Judy after we got in her car. She told me to lay back and relax. She would wake me when we got where we were going. A minute later I was out.

I woke up in a hospital bed. The white room was spinning. My arms wouldn't move. They seemed to be stuck by my sides. A face, which seemed to be hovering over me, slowly came into focus. It was a woman wearing a nurse's cap. "Good to see you are awake, Ms. Lee. You've been out for twelve hours now." "What happened?" I asked, "Why can't I move my arms or legs?" "Just a precaution dear. Doctor's orders, I'm afraid. She didn't want you rolling out of bed and hurting yourself anymore than you already were." I was confused. "Hurt?" I asked, focusing on her every word. "Yes, dear. You were in an accident. Your friend, Judy, brought you in, but you'll be fine now. You just need a few days to recover." She smiled and left the room.

My face was sore around my eyes and there was some pain in my lower half, but I couldn't move far enough to check myself out. Judy came In a short time later. She was all smiles. "Hi, sleepy head. How do you feel? A little sore I bet. After what you have been through, Su-Lin, I would be sore too." "I don't understand." I stammered, "What happened? Where am I? The last thing I remember was falling asleep in your car." Judy giggled, "You're in a recovery room at my friends hospital. She's the one who gave you that pretty face and those great breasts. Remember? I thought you would be happier if you were complete. So... now you are complete.!" I was scared, "What do you mean complete? What are you talking about, Judy?" "You know, a complete woman. You didn't want to be a shemale the rest of your life, did you?"

I started screaming and struggled to get loose, "No! No! You crazy bitch! How could you? I'll kill you! I'm a man! I'm not a woman! I don't want to be a woman! I'm a man! I'm a man..." The nurse came running in. Judy acted like she was trying to calm me, "Hurry, before she hurts herself. I think she is hallucinating." The nurse stuck a needle in my arm and everything started moving in slow motion. She told Judy it was common with trama victims and not to worry. I would be fine in a few days. Judy leaned close to my ear after the nurse left, "You'll soon learn how difficult life can be, now that you are a woman and a second class citizen. You'll be affraid you might get raped every time you walk across a dark parking lot, Su Lin." She giggled.

The drug made me too weak to lift my head. Who is Su... Su Lin?" I asked. She snickered as she reached for a swing-away mirror attached to the head of the bed and swung it around so I could see myself. "Why you are, silly!" she giggled again. I stared in disbelief. My eyes were more slanted and the brows were now pulled up and out. The blonde wig had been removed and my natural had been cut into a short page and dyed black. With the previous cheek bone and lip modifications, I looked like a striking Oriental woman. "My surgeon friend is good, isn't she? Not even your mother would recognize you now, Su-Lin Yee. That's your new name, by the way. Pretty, hunh? The guys love Oriental girls. You'll see." Judy left the mirror where I could see myself, then moved toward the door, "I'll pick up up in two days, Su-lin. See you then."

True to her words, Judy came back two days later. She had been busy shopping, and laid a new dress and lingerie on the bed for me. My clothes were missing so I had no choice but to wear what she brought. I slipped on the black lace bra and garter belt, then smothed a pair of black stockings up my legs. Judy held out the form fitting dress for me to put on. The silk slipped easily over my head and down my body. It conformed snuggly to my body as she clicked the waist and colar bands closed then zipped up the back. It was a short red satin chinese dress with large gold flowers over it. Three gold buttons ran diagonaly off the left shoulder. A high slit ran up the left side of the skirt, showing plenty of leg when I moved. Traditional Chinese. Judy dropped a pair of four inch, patent heels by my feet as I sat on the edge of the bed. I slipped my feet into them and felt my arches strain. I never wore any that high before.

A glance in the full length dressing mirror affirmed what I thought. I looked like a very pretty, high class, oriental, call girl. Judy look at me approvingly, "You make a much more attractive looking oriental woman than you ever did a man." she laughed, "I don't think you need the shock collar any more, now that you really are, physically, a woman. Besides, where would you run. No one would believe you were ever a man, even if you stripped off all of your clothes. All of your ID confirms that you are, in fact, Su-Lin Yee, an Oriental, female." I knew she was right, like it or not.

I followed Judy out to her car. As a man, I used to love seeing women dressed as I was. Now I knew how it felt to be dressed like that. The clothes were uncomfortable. The bra was tight around my chest and the garter belt tugged at my waist when I moved. The short dress made me feel vulnerable and rode up when I sat down. My legs were exposed for everyone to see through the sheer stockings that snuggly encased my legs. The high heels clicked annoyingly and announced me as I walked. I could tell every man that stared, envisioned themselves driving their maleness in and out of the pretty Chinese girl.

We didn't go back to Judy's appartment. Instead she drove us to a large estate just outside of town. Security at the front gate smiled and waved us through when they recognized Judy. I couldn't help notice the property was fenced. The house was large and must have had thirty rooms. Judy parked in the round about out front and I followed Judy to the door. She led me to a drawing room where several other girls lounged about in lingerie. They looked like models. Judy pointed to the sofa and smiled, "Wait here, I'll be back in a moment." then she disapeared down a hall. A red head in a short negleshe and stockings sauntered over with a drink in her hand. It sloshed out of her glass a little. She obviously had a little much, "I'm Patty. You must be the new girl. You're as pretty as they said. Oriental too. They hadn't mentioned that." I smiled up at her, "I'm not, really. Oriental, I mean." She studied my face, "Sure honey, If you say so. She didn't believe me. I could see no reason to explain the past few weeks to her, "It is a long story. I'm... I'm..." oh what the hell, I thought, "I'm Su-Lin Yee."

Judy had returned and told me to follow her. We walked down a long hall and into a large drawing room. A sophisticated looking woman lounged on an over stuffed sofa. "Madam, Steel, this is Su-Lin." Judy left me standing directly in front of the Madam. She looked me up and down with a cool gaze. "Turn around, please" she said. She looked at me demurly when I hesitated. I did as she asked. She casually said, "Take off your clothes. I want to see you." I started to retort. She glanced at Judy, "I thought you said she was trained?". Fear flickered in Judy's eyes. "She is Madam, I appologize. Su-Lin knows what is best for her, don't you Su-Lin?" She glared at me. It was clear what she was implying.

Judy stepped behind me and unzipped my dress. I let it slip off my shoulders and to the floor where it lay in a pile around my ankles. Madam, looked me over, nodding approvingly, "Tell doctor Hess she does very fine work. Su-Lin will do nicely." Madam Steel dismissed us, telling Judy to show me to my room. I started to pull my dress back on and Judy told me to leave it. She smiled and said I wouldn't be needing it. I followed Judy out to the foyer, up a double-wide stair, and down a long hall. "Congratulations. You are now one of the girls. Most gender girls aren't approved that quickly. This will be home for you from now on. For the next few weeks, while you recover, you will be house decoration. After that, you will earn your keep like the rest. Do as you are told and you will not want for anything. Your clothes are in the dresser and closet." We had entered a large, femininely decorated, bed chamber. Against one wall stood a beautiful, white, four post, bed with a white lace canopy.

A white satin corsette with matching G string, stockings, and sheer, white, nylon, maribu trimmed neglishe lay on the bed. "You may freely move about the house and gardens, but I wouldn't suggest you try to leave" she said. Five beautiful girls, dressed only in lingerie, entered the room as Judy left. They were all bubbly like school girls. They surrounded me, quickly removing my bra, panties, and stockings. My resistance was rewarded with a needle prick in the arm. Within moments the drug made me feel like I was in a dream world. The girls dressed me in the outfit from the bed, then pushed me onto a chair in front of a vanity. I was like a rag doll in their control. One girl applied two inch, deep red, glamour nails to my fingers as another did my toe nails. Yet another worked on applying makeup to my face, and the last two worked quickly weaving waist long hair extensions into my black hair. They left as quickly as they had come when they were done.

I was left alone, sitting at the vanity, staring at a China doll in the mirror. That was all I could think. Her eye makeup was heavy and dark. Her pouty lips were done in a deep, red. Long, black hair coursed down, over her shoulders, partially obscuring heaving breasts in their attempt to escape from the top of the white, satin corsette. I stood up. So did the China doll in the mirror. She wore a pair of clear mules, trimed with white maraboo, on her feet. The trim on the mules matched the, neglishe' she wore over her corsette. I stared at her. The thought of the woman in the mirror, on her knees, sucking my cock turned me on.

Thoughts of what I would do, sexually, to a woman like that if she were my captive raced through my mind. I would tie her spread eagle to a bed and tease her until she was on the verge of insanity. If she got loud I would gag her, like I had Judy. Then I would enter her slowly. Oh, so slowly. I would make her beg to be penetrated, just like Judy had. When I finished with her I would insert a vibrator in her and let it run for hours, giving her orgasm after orgasm, with no relief in sight, as I once did to Judy. Then, to my horror, reality hit home. I was the woman in the mirror! It gave me shivers to think of someone doing that to me. I snapped out of my reverie. Now I understood. That was why Judy had done this to me. It was pay, back. She was going to make me experience the same things. Except I would have to bear it the rest of my life.

I was living a man's worst nightmare. A few weeks ago I had been an average looking male. Now I was a sultry, Chinese, female. A prostitute with all of the trimmings, right down to the corsetted, hourglass figure and uncomfortable G string riding in my butt crack. The thought of servicing men made me shiver. I clenched the neglishe around me, as if the tissue thin material could keep me warm. I knew that in a few months, even I wouldn't believe I had ever been anything but a beautiful, Chinese, woman. Like Patty, downstairs, my only purpose in life would be to please any man that came to the estate.

I had to escape.

 

 

 

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