Again she pushed her finger in my pussy. Yes, my pussy! And my body actually helped out, the switch from pain to perceived pleasure was so strong, that I truly enjoyed her finger probing me now. A moan escaped from my gagged mouth, as I pushed my hips into her touch, trying to increase the pleasure. Wiggling with her finger inside me took me over the edge. And I came from what I suspected was a female orgasm.



She tried multiple toys on me. First a thin vibrator, that went much deeper than her finger. And when she turned it on I could not stop my next orgasm, even if I wanted. Then a very realistic dick, and she had to use some lube to get it all the way inside me. But once it was fully in, she started pumping it in and out. I was shocked for a moment, did a dick inside me mean that I was gay? She only tapped the button, a fraction of a second, and I accepted that a dick inside me was normal, for any person with a pussy.



As she pumped me it became clear that I was becoming a woman, accepting that a manhood was mounting me, pleasuring me. And I moaned, willing it in deeper, squeezing it tight, until it shot its load in me, and I came with it.



As she pulled the dick from me, I could feel the cum leaking down my skin, running down my ass hole. She used a wipe to clean me, and I knew that was my future. Wiping myself down after being fucked by a man…



It was clear that breasts came next. But first she pierced my nipples, the pain almost a joke compared to what I had felt just minutes before. But tiny turtle shells were pushed onto and through my nipples,  and the same glue and heat was applied. A second button on the remote sent a piercing pain through my left nipple and a third button controlled my right nipple. Unlike the device covering my dick, there was also a pleasure button for my nipples.



Minutes later, two very realistic breast forms were glued onto my chest, and somehow the nipples seemed connected. When she touched them a pleasure flooded my body, but when she softly clamped her teeth on them, it felt like she was biting my real one. I figured it would only be a matter of time before I accepted the artificial nipples as my own.



A lot of work was done to my face. Part of making it female was also to give me Asian looks. My skin turned darker and my eyes became slanted, as eyebrows and lashes were reconstructed. My lips were painted in a sexy pout and some rouge was added to my cheeks. Finally a wig was glued to my bald head.



I thought that maybe my nails would get painted as well, but it looked like extensions were glued on and beautifully shaped before they were colored the same as my lips. The same happened to the nails on my toes. And finally she worked the gag out of my mouth and I was released from the table. I did not dare to say anything or move away from where I was standing.



And finally I got some clothes. I figured it would be an Asian dress, but it was not. A latex catsuit was waiting for me. It was shiny red with a dragon painted on it. Nowhere did I see seams or a zipper, although there were opening to get my hands and feet through. The suit had a turtle neck and the doctor used a tool to pull the opening there wider. The moment it was wide enough she motioned for me to step in through the hole.



I had heard about latex clothing, and I thought for comfort people used talcum powder on their bodies. Not here though. The moment I touched the inside of the suit it was slippery, like it was filled with oil. In seconds my legs slipped in the right holes, allowing my feet out, and the same with my arms, allowing my hands out. And just like that the neck opening closed around my throat and I was essentially locked in the suit.



It wasn't done yet though. A much bigger hair dryer was used to heat up the full suit, with me in it. It started shrinking onto me, making it impossible for the material to have slack anywhere. A double dose around my waist turned that part of the suit into a corset, taking my breath away. This gave my body an hourglass figure, between my breasts and hips. Would I ever be myself again?



In my crotch area was a sort of seam, but it was where two layers of latex were overlapping. With a bit of effort I could pull the two layers apart, opening the suit up just enough so that I could pee or poo. Plus it gave access to my pussy. How convenient.



The last piece of the outfit were open toe knee length boots, in exactly the same color as the suit. No zipper but again slippery and the heater shrunk them on me, like the suit, with only my new toenails showing. And just like that I was four inch taller, as for the first time in my life I had to walk on stiletto heels. The only good part, perhaps, was the fact that the skintight boots did not give me any chance to break my ankles.



That's when my training program started. There were multiple areas that were covered, switching from one to the next and eventually back to the beginning. There was little room for mistakes, punished immediately through a short push on the remote control button. A real incentive to do everything as good as possible.



First I had to learn to walk again. And not just stumble around. I had to walk in these heels like I was born with them, totally natural, and with swagger.

I had to suppress my male voice, always sounding like a normal woman, also while moaning, and what was much harder, while crying out in pain.

Did I mention moaning? I had to learn an incredible amount of sexual acts, all from a woman's point of view. I had to practice with all kind of toys, in my pussy, my mouth and also anal. Later in the week I were to practice real blow jobs and intercourse.



But the hardest was the language. Thai is hard to learn for a westerner. And although I was reasonably intelligent, I never was a fast learner. Yet, sitting at a computer, headset on, being painfully punished for every mistake, by a machine, changes things. It did for me at least. Pictures were displayed with a caption, explaining what it was, in Thai, and the pronunciation in my ears, I had to remember both the reading and the sounds. At any moment either the picture or the caption could be displayed again, and I had to speak the word in my female voice. There were no rewards, only punishments.



Similarly, pictures of my own past were displayed, of myself, friends, family, and even public figures. Recognizing anyone was severely punished. Same as when any text in English was displayed. My mind was conditioned to forget all these things, no matter how hard I tried to hang on to them.



Slowly new memories were inserted in my mind. How my name was Dragongirl, growing up in the country side, and how my father sold me as a slave to the master of the club here, who provides me with everything I need, as long as I entertain the guests in the club. How only now I'm learning to read and write, thanks to this wonderful computer.



Obviously this didn't all happen overnight. I was given two weeks to become the latest asset of the club. I slept with Anong, who was responsible for my overall training. She punished me so often that I unconditionally considered her my Mistress, and I pleasured her at night, or any time she desired.



Her work finished at 2am, and I was to clean her out, as soon as she reached our room. She was always filled up with male gunk, and I could soon tell how many men she had serviced, and who her favorites were, just by the different tastes inside her. She made sure I enjoyed every drop, becoming addicted even, as she trained me on the bouncers and the manager. She lent me out to other girls, just to clean them out with my tongue that was apparently longer than any girl in the club.



Even before my two weeks were up, I already got a taste of some of the usuals, guests that were pretty much here every night. Since I was not on the clock yet, they got away with a freebie, a professional blow job. I quickly became popular with both personnel and guests. I considered myself very lucky as my punishments were less and less.



It's amazing how easy things get once you accept who you are, what you are. My asshole father sold me, got rid of me for a few hot meals and a hot fuck, yet he did me the biggest favor of my life. I never went to school and would have become some farmer's wife, whose only goal in life was to prepare food for her husband and provide a son to him. Now, in just a few months time, I could read and write and speak articulately in a smoky voice that people just loved.



Growing up I barely had clothes, just a drab dress, and I was always barefooted. Now my skin was shiny red, my trademark dragon covering my body, my red-nailed toes the only bare part of my spiked feet. I could run faster in my heels than many in their sneakers. And men just loved it as I slept with them in my permanent boots, pulling my latex skin to the side to reveal my hidden pink pussy.



I was never exposed to music or dancing, both a sin in my father's mind. Here in the club, in some of the performance areas, it was the hottest thing, the reason why these men came from far to visit. And ever since I learned the principles of pole dancing and strip dancing, since I learned to appreciate the beat in the blood boiling music, my performances have been a success.



I preferred sexy latex or leather dresses, then stripping these slowly off, revealing my red latex skin, which men for some reason found hotter than girls stripping naked. Some paid large amounts of money, just to stroke their hands on my skin. As far as I was concerned they could do it for free.



As my nakedness left no room to stuff any bills, I was gifted a pet, a small monkey, that would collect the money in a hat she carried around. Soon, the monkey was as popular as me, and I taught her tricks, to make money by herself. Name me anyone who can resist a monkey, that flashes her underwear naughtily, lifting up a piece of her dress?



I got my own room, as Anong was allergic to LaLa, but she allowed me to come over still to eat her out at the end of the night. It did make it easier though to sneak in men, for a roll in the sheets, or a quick blow job. The extra money I made I put aside for "the surgery". Apparently most girls get way more pleasure from having vaginal sex, than I do, although not knowing any better, I like it a lot already. But, I was told a surgery can be performed to up my pleasure levels, so that's what I'm saving money for. The boss is very supportive, he says that if I come up with half of the money, he will pay for the rest. I love him so much, he's truly my savior.



But apparently life is not always perfect. For example, we had a visit from the police about a missing foreigner, whose last card transaction took place in our club, before he disappeared. I felt for his family, but I didn't recognize his picture. Unlike some of the police men, who were a regular in my bed. Apparently Anong had seen him, but it was so long ago, she didn't remember much.



I did get my own foreigner though, who was in town for a month. He clearly liked me as he came almost every night, always asking for me. It wasn't just about the extra money that I gladly took, but he brought gifts, diamonds, bracelets, clothing and even a piercing in my bellybutton, with a giant diamond of course. But the money he gave me to get us matching tattoos would get me my surgery, so I was not opposed to it. He got a dragon girl in his neck, and mine seemed to extend from my latex skin to behind my ear. It was a masterpiece, if I style my hair right, for example in a ponytail.



I was sad when he said his goodbye, even though I didn't understand a word of his language, but I did take good care of his needs, before he flew back to his America. Who cares he liked it just as much from the back as from the front. I gave him one of my signature latex panties, and he promised he'd wear it on his way home.



Two weeks later my surgery was a fact and after about four more weeks I could only agree with all the girls. Sex was so much better, I'd do it for free, if the boss would allow me. We joked about it, but he was the only one getting it free. And seconds.



It wasn't long after, that he talked to me about my American. The man wanted me as his wife. I would live like a queen he promised, but what was more important to me, the boss, my savior, would get very rich from it as well. It seemed like a no-brainer, a win-win, and a beautiful stab in the chest of my old father.



It took a while before I got the right papers. Then my flight was booked for me, and a personal assistant helped me on my way, since I had never flown before, or traveled anywhere even. I was extremely nervous, but it was good to know my billionaire was waiting for me when I'd land in my new home, America.