George and Zack had been planning their trip to rural China for months. They wanted to immerse themselves in the authentic culture and natural beauty of the remote villages. Upon arriving in the Yunnan province, they quickly realized the language barrier would be a challenge. Even with George’s rudimentary Mandarin skills, conversing with locals was near impossible. As they strategized in a quaint teahouse, a solution appeared in the form of Li Mei, a friendly middle-aged woman who overheard their dilemma.“I can be your guide and translator,” Li Mei offered with a smile. “I’m from the city but I know these villages well.”
George and Zack readily accepted, grateful for the kindness of this motherly stranger. What they didn’t know was that behind Li Mei’s helpful demeanor lurked a hidden agenda. She had been searching for the perfect candidate for an ancient ritual. As Li Mei led them deeper into the lush mountains, the villages they passed through seemed frozen in time. Traditional wooden homes with upturned eaves lined the cobblestone streets, while vibrant green rice terraces cascaded down the slopes. The untouched beauty and air of mystery captivated George and Zack. On the outskirts of one particularly remote village, Li Mei brought the young men to visit an old friend – a withered crone rumored to wield powerful magic. The woman served them a strange, bitter tea that she claimed was a local delicacy. George drank the brew eagerly, wanting a cultural experience. Zack was more hesitant, put off by the odd taste.
That night, as George slept, a searing heat spread through his body, concentrating in his loins before radiating out to every extremity. George writhed on his bed, moaning wantonly as the change began. It started in his feet, arches rising as they shrank and slimmed into dainty Chinese feet. Traveling up his legs, coarse dark hair shed away, leaving only silky smooth golden skin behind. Slender ankles flowed into shapely calves, then toned thighs that pressed together as his pelvis narrowed into a feminine shape George gasped as a new sensitivity blossomed between his legs. His white male cock and balls tingled and ached, shrinking, reshaping, until only a tight, wet Asian cunt remained, flushed and swollen with arousal. Reaching down in confusion, his fingers brushed puffy lips and a protruding clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through him.
The heat moved higher, softening a trail of hair that led to his navel. His waist cinched inwardly drastically while his hips flared out obscenely, forming an exaggerated hourglass figure. The fat of his belly and back redistributed, leaving him with a flat tummy and perky, heart-shaped yellow ass. A pressure swelled in his chest, pectoral muscles shrinking as two mounds pushed forth. They grew rapidly, expanding into perfectly rounded tits capped with dark brown nipples that puckered in the night air. George cupped the weighty globes, marveling at their size and sensitivity. His shoulders slimmed as his arms lost their white male bulk, becoming slender and graceful. Hands shrank, fingers becoming delicate and tapered. Nails lengthened into elegant almond shapes, gleaming like polished jade. George’s Adam’s apple vanished as his neck turned slender. Cheekbones rose, chin narrowed, nose flattened and widened. Lips plumped and darkened to a natural rouge, parting to let out a breathy moan. His eyes reshaped, elongating and slanting at the corners in an exotic Asian slant. Thick lashes fluttered as the deep blue of his irises darkened to a warm brown.
Finally, his close-cropped brown hair flowed out in a silken wave of deepest black, growing until it reached the small of his back. As the transformation completed, George drifted off into an exhausted slumber, unaware of how much his world had changed. Morning light filtered into the small hut, rousing George from a night of fevered yellow dreams. He sat up slowly, feeling strangely off balance. Catching sight of his delicate golden hands, memories of the change rushed back. George stumbled to his feet, the sensation of movement in his new feminine Chinese body sending tingles through him. He called out to Zack, only to clap his hands over his mouth. The voice that emerged was foreign: high, sweet, and speaking fluid Mandarin. Zack blinked awake, taking in the sight of a lovely Chinese woman standing over him in confusion. “Who are you?” he asked in English. “Where’s George?” George could barely understand the English words if he strained his English but his tongue only wanted to form his new language.
“Wo jiu shi George!” the girl replied, looking increasingly panicked. “Zhe shi shenme qingkuang?” But Zack could only stare at her blankly, unable to comprehend her words. Just then, Li Mei entered with a knowing smile on her face. She took in George’s transformed state with satisfaction.
“Ah, my daughter,” she said warmly in Mandarin. “You’ve finally returned to me.” George could only gape at her, mind reeling as he tried to process the shocking changes to his body and the apparent erasure of his ability to communicate. How was he going to explain this to Zack? And what did Li Mei mean by calling him her daughter?
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