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Made in Taiwan 09
🕑 Added 2021-08-17 17:54:01 +0000 UTCDay 37 continued
Startled by a deep gruff voice, I almost pissed my panties, “xiaojie, guolai”.
Knowing enough Chinese to know the words meant, “come here, miss”, my head shot around to see a sweaty looking older man, sat on the back of a scooter. The sight wasn’t a pleasant one, with his white stained vest top rolled up to show off his large hairy belly.
Extending his arm, holding an almost empty three-litre bottle of rice wine, the man repeated himself before grinning, showing me his two missing front teeth, and looking me up and down.
With no intention to stop and talk, I pushed back the hair that had fallen across my face, turned, and tottered off as fast as I could manage down the street to the backdrop of the man screaming at me in Chinese.
By this point, I was really feeling out of my element, walking along the crowded street with my feet really starting to hurt. Just as I was considering taking a short rest, I saw my destination. The rainbow-coloured décor of 7-11 with a large Open Chan statue out front.
The air conditioning was a godsend, as I almost stumbled in through the automatic door to the sound of a little jingle and the woman behind the counter welcoming me. At this point, I was soaked in sweat and the cold air on my exposed skin was very welcome.
Shuffling over to a refrigerator at the back, I found the beer section. Stood there taking a few deep breaths of cool refreshing air, I remember feeling conflicted. Part of me just wanted to get back to Simona’s apartment as quickly as possible to end the ordeal, but with the sweltering heat and humiliating walk in my painful shoes separating me from my destination, part of me just wanted to take a seat in the small seating area and take a break.
My decision was made easier by the arrival of a group of young men wandering over to stand by the fridges. One saw me and made a comment that I didn’t understand before the others started looking me up and down and commenting. Opening the fridge, I went for the first beer I saw, filling my bag with ten or so cans.
With the men still standing around and talking about me, I avoided eye contact and headed straight for the till to pay. Luckily, there was no queue, but It still seemed to take an eternity to get all the beers back out of my bag, scan them, pay, and repack.
After paying, I was straight back out into the heat and on my way back to Simona’s. Feeling a little calmer about people seeing me, having had a few interactions, the trip back wasn’t as quite nerve-wracking, just more tiring thanks to my screaming feet and heavy bag of beers digging into my shoulder.
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Seeing Simona’s smiling face as she opened the door to welcome me back into the safety of her apartment, was an indescribable feeling. The short trip had left me, tired and shaking but also exhilarated and full of energy.
As soon as the door closed, she leaned in and kissed me passionately. Panting and out of breath, I just stood there, but the kiss wasn’t unwelcome.
“So, you got the drinks”? She said breaking the kiss.
Still breathing heavily, I nodded, slid the bag from my shoulder and handed it to her.
She made a comment about my choice of beer but didn’t seem upset before trotting off to the kitchen at the far side of the room to put the drinks in the fridge. She returned a few seconds later, dumped the bag on the sofa before handing me one of the beers she was holding.
We opened the beers together, “Cheers, GG”, she said, raising her can before taking a sip.
Following her lead, I raised my can myself before glugging down a few mouthfuls to quench my thirst. The moment I lowered the can, Simona took it from me and placed it on the table, “you deserve a reward”, she said giving me a suggestive look.
Before I even had time to respond, she was on her knees. She made short work of the button and zip holding up my tiny pair of shorts, and in a flash, they were around my ankles along with my silky panties.
I’m not sure why, I was aroused at that moment, perhaps it was the endorphins coursing through my body after the walk, the beautiful girl in front of me, or her commanding presence. All, I knew, was as soon as she untucked me I was at full mast, and as her pouty lips parted and took me in, I moaned loudly and almost collapsed with my knees threatening to buckle as I wobbled around atop my pink wedge shoes.
Suckling and tickling, it didn’t take long for me to come to climax, exploding into her mouth before watching her smile and swallow it down. At this point, I was starting to think the trip out was worth it, imagining the amazing day I was about to have, unfortunately, I couldn’t have been more wrong.
As I was fiddling around with the little button at the top of my shorts, and about to sit down and take off my uncomfortable footwear, Simona’s phone rang.
She answered and didn't seem to say much, not that I would have understood anyway with the conversation being in Chinese, but I did catch a name, “Long Bo”.
Hanging up the phone, I could tell from her face, she was about to say something I wouldn’t like, “Err… GG, I have to go out”, she said apologetically, “I’m really sorry but you have to leave”.
“Is Long Bo, your boyfriend”? I asked slightly annoyed.
“How do you know that name”? She shot back at me.
“I heard you say it on the phone, so is he”? I replied, pouting unintentionally.
“No, I don’t have a boyfriend, but I do need to go”.
“So, who is he”? I asked intrigued.
“It’s complicated”, Simona replied, actually looking nervous for once, “at some point, I might explain things to you, but right now, you have to trust me, if I don’t go, it will be bad”.
Not happy, I sighed loudly, but accepted what she was saying, “ok, will you help me with this makeup and nail polish”?
“There’s no time, I’m afraid”, Simona quickly replied, “besides, it will help you blend in on the way back home”. Stunned I just stared at her as she turned and ran into the bedroom.
Returning a few minutes later, she had changed into a short skirt, low cut top, and a pair of towering heels. Her makeup looked a little heavier around the eyes and her lips were now bright red. “Here”, she said showing me the two bottles in her hand, “makeup remover and this one is for your nails”, she said before placing them in my bag, “don’t mix them up, ok”? I didn’t laugh at her obvious joke, I just felt numb.
“Listen”, Simona said, giving me a little kiss and a hug, “I’ll make this up to you, I promise”.
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Shaking like a leaf, I closed the door at the bottom of my apartment building and breathed deeply. It had been one hell of a journey, back from Ximen on the MRT, dressed in my skimpy little outfit, not quite sure if I passed as a woman.
Yes, I was still dressed in the outfit Simona put me in, I had planned to change back into my boy clothes before finding a bathroom to scrub off the makeup, but fate had other ideas.
After walking to the station with Simona, gathering quite a few stares on the way, we said our goodbyes. After standing there for a few seconds feeling very self-conscious amongst all the people, I waited for her to go out of sight. Turning, quickly with my head down, I rushed out of the station, retracing our steps to retrieve the bag I’d hidden earlier.
As you may have guessed by now, It wasn’t there, who knows what happened to it, but it was gone, along with the last pair of shorts I owned, having only packed two pairs when I came out to Taiwan.
Slowly, I plodded up to my rooftop apartment, feeling stupid for going along with Simona’s idea, wishing, I’d just spent the day chillin or perhaps studying Chinese.
Exhausted but mighty relieved to be home, I made it to the top of the staircase. But little did I know, my embarrassing ordeal that day was far from over.
I tried to close the door quietly but failed due to the big metal lock clicking. I also tried to walk quietly to my door, again failing due to my tired legs and clumpy footwear.
With my keys in my hand, mere feet from my apartment door, I looked up as a voice startled me, “uhm, hi”, Jerome said as he poked his head around the corner with a surprised look on his face. Panicked I froze on the spot like a statue.
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“Simona, right? I’m Jerome”, he said extending his hand, “we’ve met before, a while back, If you’re here to see Grant, I think he went out”.
For a moment, I just looked at my friend, trying to tell if he was being serious. There was a strong smell of marijuana in the air, but surely he hadn't really mistaken me for Simona.
Quivering, I placed my pink nailed hand in his much larger paw, “umm… I have his key, Grant told me to wait for him inside”, I replied, in the most ridiculous high falsetto voice, almost like I'd inhaled helium gas.
But somehow, he bought it, “oh, yeah, no problem”, Jerome said, releasing my hand, "I didn't realise you guys were seeing each other now"?
"Looking down at the ground, I wanted it to swallow me, "It's still pretty new", I replied quietly.
“You know if you wanted to? you could wait with me, it’s lovely on the patio today”, Jerome said with a smile, "we could chill until Grant gets back, get to know each other better"?
It felt very wrong to have Jerome flirting with me. Firstly, because the guy was supposed to be my friend, he shouldn't have been hitting on a girl I'd invited around. Secondly, and probably the more obvious reason, at that moment, I was beet red in the face, forced to pretend to be that girl.
I can’t remember what I said next, but I somehow managed to repel Jerome’s persistent advances before taking a few steps forward. Trying not to look him in the eye, I awkwardly fiddled with my keys, trying to open my door as he stood there watching me.
With my heart going at a million beats per minute, as I ducked inside my room, slamming the door behind me. Tottering over to my bed, I collapsed on top. It had been a nightmare of a day but at the same time, strangely thrilling.
