Made in Taiwan 07

Day 34

To get Sunday’s ordeal out of my mind, I started the week by focussing on my Chinese studies. For the first time since I began, I had completed my homework every day this week, Miss Li even smiled at me today when I presented it to her.

But forgetting what happened was easier said than done, I still hadn’t spoken to Simona with her being absent from class this week and me to chicken to text or call her, I just didn’t know what to say. That changed this afternoon when after lunch, she finally graced us with her presence for the afternoon classes.

Strolling in calm and relaxed, she took up her usual seat opposite me and flashed me a smile. Every lesson after that went completely over my head. The only thing I could focus on was Simona and what I was going to say to her after class.

At 3.30 we were done for the day. I made sure to get out before her and took up a position leaning on the wall outside. I called her as she emerged, she saw me and strolled over.

“How are you, sweety”? she announced stopping in front of me, “you didn’t call, so I guess you made it home ok the other day”.

I tried to play it cool, but felt myself going red in the face, thinking about Sunday’s trip through the city wearing her clothes. “oh hey, yeah, not something I ever want to do again but I guess I made it back ok”.

“Oh, I see, that’s a shame”, she announced looking disappointed, “well, see ya then”.

Turning to walk away, I stopped her, “wait! I didn’t mean it like that”, I stammered, “I mean, I want to see you again”.

Simona turned but continued walking slowly away, “well, I'm pretty busy at the moment, Grant”, she said almost dismissively.

“I still need to return your clothes”, I blurted out, “perhaps I could bring them around one night”?

Simona stopped, “ok, why don’t you bring them around on Saturday around lunchtime”, she said with a smile, “but I’m only letting you in if you're wearing them”, she added with a giggle.

“What”! I exclaimed loudly, not quite believing what I’d heard.

“Up to you, Grant, I wouldn’t want you to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable”, she said starting to walk away once more, “perhaps I’ll see you Saturday, but remember no boy clothes, see ya”.

Left completely deflated, I slumped back against the wall. I couldn't travel back across the city again in that outfit, the thought made me feel sick. but I needed to see her again, perhaps I could? No, there was no way I could, unless.

Day 37

In a quiet alleyway just around the corner from Simona’s apartment, I stood shaking. I still couldn’t believe what I was about to do, having gone back and forth on my crazy idea for the last few days. The thought of being seen out in those clothes again was a terrifying prospect but with the memory of the high from the pill and the mind-blowing sex constantly on my mind, I had bit the bullet and gone for it.

The plan was simple, I had her outfit in my backpack and all I had to do was slip it on, store my clothes in a safe place, and change back when I left.

Sticking my head out of the alleyway for the third time in under a minute to check if the coast was clear, I knew it was now or never. Running back over to my hiding spot behind the bins, I quickly stripped down completely naked before opening my backpack.

Shaking with adrenaline and petrified that someone was about to walk up, I grabbed the tight elastic bikini bottoms and slipped them on, remembering to tuck my penis away like she had shown me. Within seconds I was once again dressed in the girly outfit and straightening the wig on my head.

Shoving my male clothes into the bag, I zipped it up. Then, just as I’d finished placing it behind some cardboard boxes, a door suddenly opened further down the alley. Without wanting to wait around and see who it was, I jumped up and set off in the opposite direction. Unfortunately for me, it was the wrong way meaning I’d have to take a detour around the block.

With my head low and my feet shuffling along, I eventually made it to her door where I pressed the buzzer and waited. There was no reply. Looking around nervously with my heart beating out of my chest, I pressed it again. This time she answered.

“Hello, who’s there”? Simona’s voice called out over the intercom system.

“It’s me, Grant”, I whispered, “can you open the door”?

“Grant, you came”, she replied sounding surprised, “what are you wearing”?

“I’m wearing the same clothes, I left here in last week”, I hurriedly said. “please, let me in”.

“I want to check”, Simona announced, “take a few steps back, so I can see”.

“What do you mean”? I replied aghast but the intercom had already cut off.

Looking out into the street and seeing no one about, I walked back about five meters and stood with my head down.

“Hey up here”, Simona shouted from above.

Looking up, I saw her on her balcony waving down at me, embarrassed beyond belief, I gave her a little wave back, and just like that she disappeared.

Confused and scared, I again looked around, this time seeing an elderly couple walking towards me. My first instinct was to run but just as I was about to set off, I heard a heavy click and saw the thick metal door to Simona’s apartment open slightly.

Like a shot, I was through the opening and inside. Clicking the door shut behind me before leaning back on the door and breathing a heavy sigh of relief.

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A few minutes later after plodding slowly up the four flights of stairs in my sparkly pink shoes, Simona met me at the door.

“I can’t believe you actually came”, Simona said hugging me tightly.

As we broke apart, I looked at her oddly, “really, then what is all this”? I said motioning down at my maxi skirts fluttering around my legs, “so, this is what? Some kind of joke”?

Simona laughed, “no, no joke, most men are just so boring, too fragile about their masculinity, but I can see you’re different, I like different, please come in”, she said taking my hand.

Revealed to be in the safety of her apartment and happy to see the smile on her face, I leaned over to give her a kiss. To my surprise, she pulled back.

“Err… sorry”, I said embarrassed, “I just thought…”

“Simona tilted her head to one side, “what did you think”?

“That perhaps, you had invited me around to… to… you know... like last week”, I mumbled feeling completely humiliated stood there in her clothes.

“Oh, I see”, Simona stated, “well, I guess that could be fun, but I seem to remember you saying you were prepared to work for it, is that still true”?

The words were comforting as the memory of last weekend’s lovemaking session came rushing back to me, smiling I nodded my head.

“Great”, Simona squealed, “in that case, I going to set you a task, If you complete it, for the rest of the day and all night if you want, I’m yours to do with as you wish”.

I couldn’t hide my smile as the words sank in, imagining the fun I was going to have, but then as I noticed her staring at me with a big old grin on her face, I started to worry, “what’s the task”? I asked.

“Oh, it’s easy, if we’re going to be in all day, we need some drinks and snacks, there’s a 7-11 a few blocks down the street, you just need to go there and buy us some”.

When she first said it, it sounded easy enough, until I suddenly remembered how I was dressed, “but, I don’t have any clothes”, I announced loudly.

Simona pulled a face, “what’s wrong with what you’re wearing? Didn’t you just wear them over here”?

Dam, she had me, I knew I’d have to be careful what I said next, “yeah I did, it’s just so many people were looking at me, they knew I was a man, it was so embarrassing”, I said before looking down, hoping she would take pity on me.

Simona nodded and thought for a moment, “so, the problem is you look like a man in women’s clothes, is that right”?

“Erm… yeah, I guess so”, I replied confused.

“So, if you didn’t look like a man in women’s clothes, there would be no problem, right”?

“Err… I guess so”, I answered still confused.

“Ok, well let's sort that out then”, she announced excitedly.

“Sort what out? You don’t mean”? I said horrified as the penny dropped.

“Your look of course”, Simona announced, “with a little magic from me and some makeup, no one will look twice at you”.

“No, I can’t”, I stated, finally putting my foot down.

The smile on Simona’s face dissipated, “well, I guess you’re no fun, after all, Grant Gale”, she huffed, “you know where the door is, don’t bother calling again”.

“No, wait, I don’t want to leave”, I said panicked, “I’m just new to all this, I feel a bit nervous”.

And just like that, angry Simona became calm Simona again, “ok, wait here a moment”, she said before rushing off into the bedroom. She returned a moment later with a white pill in her hand.

“Isn’t that the sex pill, I had last week? How is that going to help”? I asked thinking about the six-hour erection it had given me the week before.

Simona pouted, “it wasn’t a sex pill; besides, this is different, it will relax you”. She said placing the pill in my hand.

I know now, that was the moment, the moment, I should have run out the door and never looked back. Instead, I looked down at the feminine outfit I was wearing and up at Simona’s beautiful face. I had come too far to back out now. With the thought of the erotic night of pleasure that awaited me, I popped the pill in my mouth and swallowed.

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As I became aware of my surroundings and my thoughts once again became my own again, a pair of smooth tanned feminine looking legs came into vision, extending out from a pair of tight white shorts.

Still, a bit light-headed, I realised my feet felt heavy and constricted. I tried to move my own leg, but instead, watched confused as the sexy feminine legs extended out in front of me. I wiggled my foot as my mouth dropped open in horror. A shiver ran down my spine as I realised I was looking at my own legs, now hair free and shining in the light, extending down to a pair of clumpy pink wedges strapped to my feet.

I slowly lifted my head and gasped, coming face to face with a nightmarish image in the mirror in front of me.

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