Jakarta is vibrant, diverse, and crowded, but it’s not a vacation destination. Indonesia has far better places to spend your time. Matthew and James had only planned to stay one night in the capital after arriving from America. Three days later, Matthew was still there, and James had been missing for two.

James had wanted to hit one of Jakarta’s jazz bars. Matthew, exhausted from the flight, had stayed behind to sleep. Now, he regretted it. If he’d gone, he might know what happened to James. He might have been able to help.

At first, Matthew wasn’t worried. James often drank late into the night, crashing on a bar floor or, if he got lucky, in a woman’s bed. But when James didn’t show up after the second night, Matthew’s concern grew. By day three, he was pacing his hotel room, half-expecting James to knock on the door with that stupid grin on his face.

KNOCK, KNOCK!

The sharp rapping at the door jolted Matthew. He glanced at the clock. It was still very early morning, too early for housekeeping. His heart pounded as he leapt from the armchair, where he’d been sitting since the night previous. He pressed his eye to the peephole but couldn’t make out anything in the hallway.

“James? Is that you, buddy?” he called, his voice tight with hope. No answer. He turned the handle slowly, the door creaking open. His breath caught as he pulled it wider, revealing… a woman. Not James.

She stood in the doorway, a local woman dressed for a night out. Her pink dress clung to her figure, paired with sneakers that suggested she’d been dancing. A delicate gold necklace rested against her collarbone, and a green jade bracelet dangled from her wrist, catching the dim light. Her smile was warm, almost teasing. Her skin was flawless, lighter than many in Indonesia but still unmistakably so, smooth and radiant. Her long, silky hair framed her face, cascading down her back like a waterfall of perfection. She was stunning, every detail of her impossible to ignore.

‘Who are you?’ Matthew asked, his voice sharp but hesitant. She didn’t answer. She just stood there, smiling quietly, her gaze locked on him. There was something unnerving about the way she looked at him, something he couldn’t quite place. He caught her eyes for a moment but quickly looked away, unnerved by their beauty.

‘Do you understand me?’ he pressed, his voice firmer now. ‘Why are you here?’ Still silent, she stepped into the room, her small hand brushing against his arm as she passed. Her touch was warm, smooth, and lingered just long enough to send a shiver through him. She closed the door with her foot, the soft click echoing in the quiet room.

Matthew’s eyes betrayed him, drawn to her body. Her breasts moved gently beneath the pink fabric, nipples taut against the tight material. His gaze trailed down to her thighs, round and supple, and the curve of her ass as she walked to the center of the room. When she turned to face him, her smirk was still there, teasing, as her eyes raked over his body. He felt his cock stir, a traitorous heat building in his groin.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs slowly, the fabric of her dress riding up just enough to reveal a hint of thigh. Her hair fell over one shoulder as she tilted her head, still watching him, still smiling that infuriating, irresistible smile.

For a moment, lust clouded his thoughts, pushing aside his worry for James. But the gravity of the situation clawed its way back. His arousal faded, replaced by a gnawing fear. “Do you know James?” he finally asked, his voice quieter now, almost pleading. “What happened to him?” But the woman just sat there on the bed, watching Matthew in silence.

“Look, lady, if you don’t know about James, you need to leave,” Matthew said, his voice firm but edged with desperation.

She didn’t react immediately. Instead, she seemed lost in thought, her expression unreadable. Finally, she spoke, her voice soft and heavily accented, the kind of accent that marked her as a local. “Matthew…”

He blinked, startled. “How do you know my name?” he asked, his voice thick with confusion. She didn’t answer, her silence only deepening his unease.

“I asked you a question,” he snapped, his tone harsher now. But despite his growing frustration, something about her kept him rooted in place. He couldn’t bring himself to force her out.

She stepped closer, her gaze steady, her presence magnetic. The warmth radiating from her was almost tangible, and her scent, exotic and sweet, filled the space between them. Before he could react, her hand reached out, her fingers brushing his cheek. The touch sent a jolt through him, his heart skipping a beat. Her eyes were soft, her smile inviting as she whispered his name again, her voice barely audible. “Matthew…”

Something shifted inside him. His confusion melted under her gaze, his worry for James fading into the background. He couldn’t look away. “Who are you?” he asked, his voice quieter now, almost a whisper. He was softening, his defenses crumbling.

Her smile widened. “Tari,” she whispered, her body pressing against his, her closeness impossible to resist. “Matthew,” she said again, his name rolling off her tongue with a sweetness that made his chest tighten. Her hand, soft and slender, slid down his chest, tracing a deliberate path to his stomach.

Matthew’s heart pounded. He wanted to tell her to leave, to focus on finding James, but he couldn’t. Her pull was magnetic, irresistible. She was so close now he could feel her breath, warm and faintly sweet, against his face. Her lips parted slightly as she leaned in, and Matthew hesitated, his mind still tangled with thoughts of his missing friend. But the hesitation didn’t last. He closed the gap, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that sent a shock through him. Her mouth was hot, her tongue sliding against his, and the sensation overwhelmed him. He pulled her closer, his hands gripping her back as she moaned softly into his mouth. Her fingers traced his skin, igniting a fire that burned through him. His cock hardened as her touch grew bolder, her hands roaming lower, teasing and demanding, leaving no doubt about her intentions.

When they broke apart, both gasping, the heat between them only intensified. But something else was building too, a strange hot flush spreading through Matthew’s body. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his skin prickled with an unfamiliar warmth.

“Wha… pa Happe.. ji to me?” Matthew tried to speak, but his words twisted and broke, refusing to form properly.

The flushed heat intensified, his clothing clinging uncomfortably to his skin. He stepped back from Tari, his breath hitching as he noticed something strange: he was getting shorter. His eyes, which had been level with Tari’s forehead moments ago, now met hers directly. Panic surged through him as the sensations worsened, his body betraying him in ways he couldn’t comprehend.

“Apa… you do to… aku?” he stammered, his words slipping further into a language he shouldn’t know. What… are you doing to… me?

Tari laughed, her voice light and teasing. “Selamat datang di keluarga saudari!” she said. Welcome to the family, sister!

His heart hammered in his chest, each beat a thunderous echo as his body shrank further, his height dropping until he barely reached Tari’s lips. His clothes hung off him like a child drowning in an adult’s outfit, the shirt billowing around his torso and the pants pooling at his feet. His hands instinctively reached for his back, sliding over a subtle curve that hadn’t been there before: a soft, feminine arch forming beneath his fingers. His legs, now slender and smooth, were fully exposed, the skin hairless and glowing with a rich, deep brown tone that seemed to shimmer under the light.

The sensations were overwhelming, a mix of heat and pressure that made his head spin. His eyes widened as a new weight settled on his chest. He looked down, his breath catching as he saw the unmistakable swell of breasts pushing against the loose fabric of his shirt. They were modest but firm, the nipples hardening under the tight material, sending jolts of sensation through his body. His hands trembled as he touched them, the softness foreign yet intoxicating.

He stumbled toward the mirror, his legs unsteady, and froze at the reflection staring back. His strong jawline softened, his cheekbones rising higher, more pronounced. His eyes grew larger, darker, framed by thick lashes that fluttered as he blinked in disbelief. His brown hair lengthened, cascading down his back in waves of glossy black, the strands brushing against his now-delicate shoulders. The face staring back was undeniably feminine, a stark contrast to the man he had been moments ago.

“Aku… jadi cewek?” he whispered, his voice higher, softer. I… became a girl?

A strange sensation crawled up his legs. He looked down, his breath hitching as he took in the full extent of what was happening. His thighs were round and supple, his calves slender and smooth, the skin flawless and glowing with a rich, warm brown hue. The pants that had fallen to the floor earlier now slithered up his legs, the fabric shifting and reshaping itself as it moved. The material darkened, becoming sleek and silky, clinging to his new curves as it formed into something entirely different.

Then it hit him. A searing heat in his crotch that made him gasp. His hands flew to his groin, his fingers trembling as they pressed against the silky fabric now covering him. The pain was sharp, almost unbearable, but it quickly morphed into something else: a deep, throbbing arousal that made his knees weak. He felt his cock shrinking, retreating into his body, his balls tightening and disappearing. A wetness bloomed between his legs, unfamiliar and overwhelming, as his pussy formed, the folds slick and sensitive. “O Tuhan!” he cried out, his voice trembling. Oh God!

The fabric continued to climb, the material molding to his body with precision. The black and pink lingerie set took shape, the corset-style top hugging his waist, the pink ribbon details and lace trim accentuating his new curves. The off-shoulder straps framed his collarbone, the garter straps connecting to sheer black thigh-high stockings that clung to his legs. The outfit was seductive, designed to highlight every inch of his new figure. His long, dark hair cascaded over his shoulders in loose waves, framing his face perfectly.

Tari watched with a satisfied smile, her eyes gleaming as she took in her new sister. “Jangan mikirin terus. Lepasin aja semuanya!” she said, her voice firm but kind. Don’t overthink it. Just let it all go.

“Lepasin aja yang itu!?” he replied, his voice soft and melodic. Just let that go!?

A flood of new sensations washed over him. Memories surged through him, overwhelming and unstoppable. Memories of family, of home, of a life he had never lived but now felt as real as his own. As these new memories took root, his old ones began to fade: his life in America, his identity as Matthew, it all began to slip away. Alongside the memories came a sudden, unbearable wave of sexuality, a raw, primal attraction to men, to foreign men. It hit him so fast, so forcefully, that he couldn’t react. He could only stand there, trapped in his new body, as his old self was flushed away.

The lingerie set settled into place, the fabric cool against his skin, the garter straps snug against his thighs. His long, dark hair framed his face, the loose waves adding to the sultry allure of his new appearance. As the outfit completed itself, so did his mind. The last remnants of Matthew faded, replaced entirely by the memories and identity of his new self. He, no, she stood there, fully realized, her old life a distant echo.

Tari stepped closer, her smile warm and approving. “Saudariku, kau tak apa?” she asked, her voice gentle. Sister, are you okay?

The new girl nodded, her voice soft but steady. “Aku gak papa.” I’m okay.

Tari’s smile widened. “Namamu apa, saudariku?” What’s your name, sister?

The girl didn’t hesitate. “Dewi,” she replied, the name feeling natural, as if it had always been hers.

Tari reached out, her hand resting gently on Dewi’s shoulder. “Selamat datang, Dewi,” she said, her voice warm but with a hint of urgency. Welcome, Dewi. She glanced at the clock on the wall, her smile turning sly. “Kita harus mulai kerja. Malam ini ramai di klub.” We need to get to work. The club will be busy tonight.

Dewi blinked, the words sparking something deep within her. Memories, no, instincts flooded her mind. She was a call girl, a dancer, a seductress. The clubs were her domain, the men her prey. She felt a thrill at the thought, her body already humming with anticipation. She loved the job, the power it gave her, the way she could twist men around her finger. But it wasn’t just about the money or the thrill. It was about what she craved most: white men. Foreigners. They were her weakness, her obsession. Their pale skin, their accents, their vulnerability, it drove her wild. She wanted to own them, to make them hers, to leave them begging for more.

Tari’s smile widened, as if she could read Dewi’s thoughts. “Kau ingat sekarang, ya?” You remember now, don’t you?

Dewi nodded, her lips curling into a smirk. “Aku ingat.” I remember. Her voice was soft but laced with confidence, the kind that came from knowing exactly who she was and what she wanted. She glanced at the door, her mind already racing ahead. The club. The men. The hunt. She could almost smell them, taste them. Her body tingled with anticipation.

Dewi’s smirk faltered for a moment, a flicker of something… Guilt? Regret? crossing her face. But it was gone as quickly as it came. Matthew and James. The names appeared suddenly and stirred something in her, a faint echo of something wrong. She pushed it aside, focusing instead on the thrill of the night ahead. Those names were surely just another mark, more white men who had fallen for her charms. Where they were didn’t matter. What mattered was the next one, the next foreigner who would walk into the club, his eyes wide with desire, his wallet full of cash.

Dewi straightened her shoulders, her new body feeling powerful, invincible.

Tari nodded, her smile approving. “Saudariku, kau siap?” Sister, are you ready?

Dewi didn’t hesitate. “Aku siap.” I’m ready. She followed Tari out the door, her heels clicking against the floor, her body swaying with every step. The club awaited, and so did the men. Dewi was ready to give them exactly what they wanted and take everything she desired in return.