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Emotional Baggage - Early Access (Tg)
🕑 Added 2024-08-18 16:00:10 +0000 UTC"Here she is," your abductor told your presumed new owner as he flipped the lid on the suitcase, blinding you in the harsh lights of the apartment. You couldn't scream on account of the tape over your mouth nor could you move because of the bonds wrapped around your arms and feet. You felt exposed in your new body, unable to readjust your skirt to cover your panties. The idea of wearing women's clothing, much less underwear, was terrifying because it confirmed that you were no longer a man.
Life had been tough at uni. Having to balance studying with socializing was quite the act but none of that mattered when you were nabbed after walking back from a party at 3 am. You tried to scream, squirm, and scratch but to no avail as you felt yourself loaded onto a vehicle and taken away—underlying panic set in as consistent as the hum of the engine speeding up until a prick on your neck made your world fade away.
When you awoke, you could only make out silhouettes of people looking down on you. The surgical lighting along with the sterile, white environment made it clear you were in an operating room. Relief flooded into your body as you assumed that your kidnappers must've crashed and you were saved. This hope was shattered when you were carted and sat up, forced to see your own body or at least what was left of it.
Even through the bandages, you were able to make out two mounds on your chest where it had once been flat. Your hips met the edges of the bed in their newly expanded proportions. But the scariest change of them all was the gauze around your groin that was missing the signature bulge of a man. You weren't in a normal hospital, no, you were in some kind of trafficking ring that was advanced enough to change the sex of someone, probably to their client's taste. You didn't have long to contemplate these thoughts because a man walked in and tossed clothes onto the bed.
"Get dressed," he sneered. You reluctantly grabbed the garments, waiting for the man to leave but he didn't. He grinned as he watched you get dressed before another thug entered with a large rolling suitcase. Your eyes went wide as the first man peeled a strip of tape from a roll. He enjoyed binding your wrists and ankles, waiting for your protests to pitter out before your mouth was sealed as well.
You went limp as he effortlessly lifted your petite body and folded you into the case. "You're gonna make a man very happy," he scolded, "You should be thanking us for doing this, but you never do." With a deep vibration, you saw the zipper seal all light away.
