It was all legal ofcourse. But this was way outside the modern cities in China, where Westerners can't even tell them apart from normal cities in the US, if it weren't for some of the Chinese text on street signs.

But I was far away from these "safe" cities. And it was whispered that even the Chinese government had no authority here. Yet I was here to make the deal of my life. If I could close it I would be rich, and gain a serious position in the company I worked for.

Funny thing was, as nervous as I was, the group of people I tried to convince was actually quite nice, very polite, and interested. My presentation went well, thanks to a beautiful interpreter, who never left my side.

The first time I noticed something out of the ordinary, was about a tattoo, that I didn't have, and some in my audience didn't trust me, because of that. The tattoo, as my interpreter explained, showed an affinity with the region, with the company, with the lack of Communist Chinese control. She showed me hers, on her shoulder, and it was actually pretty. It seemed like a Chinese character symbolizing a dragon, but I could be wrong. Obviously, the canvas that it was on, was simply beautiful, and so I told her, if it would help my case, I would accept the tattoo and show my support.

This was well received and soon I was taken to an old fashioned temple, where a priestess performed the tattoo ceremony, as it was much more than just inking my skin. I won't complain about the traditional robe I had to wear, as the priestess took her own off during the art that she performed on my shoulder. I can only say it was an erotic experience.

I never saw my hotel room again. I was now an honored guest at the governor's mansion, and I have to say, these people had style. Beautiful carpets, paintings and gardens, mixed with modern luxuries like jacuzzis and flat screen tv's.

My interpreter, Suzi, explained there was one more ritual to take place as part of the tattoo ceremony, and that was cleansing, inside and out. She prepared a tea for me that would help with the inside cleansing and I mentally prepared myself for the diarrhea that it would cause. But it wasn't so bad, it really made my insides relaxed. They applied what I could only describe as the Chinese version of an enema to me, but in my relaxed state and surrounded by two beautiful women, the experience was really not too bad.

Afterwards I had to pick a skin, that would be used to cover my own and clean my outside so to say. Or that's how I understood it. There were multiple options, from porcelain white, through yellow and tan, to almost black. I picked tan, figuring I could use a bit more color. The skin formed a complete body suit, or a catsuit was my first thought. Suzi explained it would keep my own skin soaked in a cleansing fluid, which would open my pores and rid it of any blemishes. And she dropped her own robe, showing her perfect skin.

It was hell to get in, as there were no zippers and only an opening in the neck. And when my legs were in they had to adjust and connect the plumbing so that I could pee, etc. as I would be wearing the suit for a while. I have no clue where my dick went but I didn't even see a bulge in the front of the suit. And whatever they shoved in my rear hole to keep that part working was strangely enough very pleasant.

When my whole body was fully in, there was something to cover my head as well, and it took them forever to give my hearing and eyesight back. I could feel a warm oily like fluid between my own skin and the suit and I decided it wasn't too bad. Until I saw myself in a mirror. I looked like a woman.

I looked like an Asian woman, my eyes slanted and long hair that was dyed blonde, with still some black streaks in it. The suit had given me long, sharp and red nails at the end of each finger, and I had breasts and what looked like a vagina. The girls were doing something behind my back and I felt my waist constrict. I could actually see in the mirror how my figure adopted an hourglass shape.

You are beautiful, Jiao, my interpreter said. What did you call me, I replied in a voice much higher than I'm used to, my name is Jack. Immediately I felt an incredible pain in my rear. I screamed and fell down to the floor. I'm so sorry Jiao, Suzi said, but Jack is gone, you're Jiao now.

No, I'm Jack, I shouted and was rewarded with another shocking pain that made me almost pass out.

I saw tears in Suzi's eyes. Just accept you're Jiao please and the pain will turn to pleasure. I figured I'd fight this out at a later time, so I said, okay my name is Jiao. And just as I hadn't expected the pain, I now suddenly felt an intense pleasure in my rear.

Oh my God, I cried, please stop. But it didn't. And I couldn't stop the orgasm that washed over me. But it was weird, I'd never had an orgasm that didn't include my dick squirting its load. But if my dick was still there somewhere, it wasn't part of this.

Finally the pleasure subsided and I got up again. In the mirror I saw a woman now who clearly had just recovered from an intense sexual release.

Suzi explained. You picked a female skin for the cleansing ritual, it was a fifty percent chance. We consider the ritual a rebirth, so we gave you a new name. You have three weeks to learn our language, as the contract you came for will be signed under the full moon. You will read it out loud to the governor, the president of the company and our people, in our language, and you will sign in your new name. If you follow the rules you will be rewarded, if you don't, you will be punished. By getting the tattoo you accepted that you're under the rule of the dragon.

I figured I could handle this for three weeks, but after one week I could no longer feel the fluid between my real skin and the suit. Yet I could feel each touch now on my new skin. And my tattoo was somehow visible again, like my own skin and the new skin had merged. What was even more worrisome was that I could feel it when I touched my breast. Or when Suzi touched it.

She was with me every minute, teaching me the language. And how to be a woman. She slept in my bed and we made love when possible. She only spoke in English in emergencies, other than that I was fully immersed. Funny thing was, the Chinese language came actually easy to me. And so did being a woman.

How easy I had accepted my destiny, I found out the first night I was truly intimate with Suzi. I wanted to give her a good time and eat out her pussy. Instead I was sucking on her dick and taking it in deep. And when she shot her load in me, I swallowed it all, even cleaned her when she pulled away. I came as well, as a reward, and it was the first of many orgasms we shared since.

I didn't have a lot of time to think about these matters, as Suzi kept me busy at all times. But I could only conclude that the tattoo was more than just a pretty symbol in ink. Somehow it was affecting us all. I was thinking and dreaming even in Chinese, which made it hard to remember my old name. I had trouble walking in anything but heels. I wore robes and skirts only and was an expert at doing my makeup. And yet, I didn't feel any different. I was still going to close the deal and become very rich.

One thing I did not get to experience, was the use of my vagina. In three weeks time I never saw a man. And Suzi refused to use her male part on it. I was to be a virgin when the full moon came.

When the full moon came, I was dressed in a very sexy outfit. It was shiny white, long sleeved, with a short, flared skirt, that showed off my now very narrow waist and my generous breasts. When I read the agreement with my American company, out loud, in front of every member of the dragon rule, as well as a TV camera that broadcasted the event live to my colleagues in the US, I felt proud. Proud to be part of both sides. Proud to bring wealth to both companies. Proud to have closed the deal. Proud to be the one signing in my old and in my new name.

There was one more ceremony, part of the tattoo and cleansing rituals. The priestess was back, to marry two people under the rule of the dragon. I became the proud wife to the president of this Chinese company, who may well be the richest man in China. And with no prenups it made me instantly the richest woman. He took my virginity, under the full moon, as part of the ritual in front of all these people. I had made sure he was as hard and slick as possible, and when I felt him inside me, after a slight pain, I knew I would be proud to take him in me every night. We came together with a feral scream, that was echoed by thousands of voices. And then there was fireworks... ofcourse!