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Pho-getting your past (Vietnamese Girl TG)
🕑 Added 2023-04-24 19:07:41 +0000 UTCDean wasn't adjusting well. A job opportunity came up in Vietnam, and he'd decided since he was young he might as well take this time to start traveling around the world, searching for new experiences. He had been living in an apartment complex in Ho Chi Minh City, spending most of his days either grinding away at his cubicle or at home watching TV, not exactly the cultural experience he'd hoped for. After a few weeks of this, Dean was already considering reversing his big decision, but one day, he got a knock at his door, which was pretty unexpected since he never talked to his neighbors.
Dean got up and opened the door. Behind it was a pretty Vietnamese girl, barefoot and wearing casual clothing. She looked at him with her cute face, catching Dean a little off-guard, and then the girl spoke, "Này, phiền nếu tôi mượn một ít đường?"
Dean stared at her vacantly; he'd only been able to learn a couple of basic Vietnamese because most of his coworkers spoke passable English, limiting any exposure. But then the girl giggled then asked, "You are American, right?" Dean nodded nervously. "Hi, I'm Yen, I live a few doors down." She cocked her head, looking at him curiously. "Maybe you should hang out with me and my friends sometime, we can show you to the city!"
Dean mustered out, "Y-yeah, sounds great..."
"Also, do you have any sugar?" Dean did, going back to grab a cup and handing it to her. "Thanks..."
"Dean."
"I'll see you around, Dean..." Before leaving, she paused. "...do you have a girlfriend, Dean?"
Dean blushed, muttering, "N-n-no..."
"Hm, okay!" Yen said, leaving Dean as she slowly closed the door behind her.
--- A FEW DAYS LATER ---
Dean found himself sitting in a room full of beautiful Vietnamese girls. All of them were talking to him eagerly, asking him questions about his life, letting him go into detail about his favorite video games, movies, sports, and foods, listening intently to every monotonous detail. Finally, they all left the apartment complex and went out for a day out on the town. Dean slunk into the background, just drifting around with them in and out of women's clothing stores. They spent their time giggling as they picked up bras and underwear, gossiping in Vietnamese. Strangely, it almost looked like they were shopping for someone other than themselves. Finally, after a few hours of awkwardness, the girls took him to a restaurant deep within the city.
"Don't worry; we got the bill, just enjoy yourself and eat!" Yen said, nudging him on the shoulder; Dean watched as the table piled up with dishes of exotic food he'd never seen in his time there, only recognizing a bowl of pho. The girl egged him on to eat, practically eating his body weight in the surprisingly delicious food! He barely stopped to breathe as he munched on the assortment in front of him, the girls giggling to themselves as they prattled on in Vietnamese. Despite barely knowing how to ask to go the bathroom, he found himself picking up the odd word, "Eat", "Girl", "Breasts?" but ignored it. Eventually, the girls convinced him to drink some of the local beer, which was surprisingly tasty. It wasn't long before Dean blacked out, body tapping out as it was filled to the brim with booze and food,
Instead of the expected hangover, Dean woke up the following morning feeling energized. He was eager to spend more time with his new Vietnamese friends despite their oddities which he chalked up to cultural differences. He saw that Yen had sent a text to the group chat asking if Dean wanted to hang out again that night, to which he eagerly agreed.
Later that day, the group prowled the streets once more. Dean was much more active than the previous nights, strangely interested in the countless clothing stores they visited. Dean initially looked at the men's section, but by the third store, he had lost all interest and continued clinging to the group. When holding up a bra, one of them spoke in Vietnamese and the rest of the girls laughed, Dean was now able to pick up even more of the conversation, "What" "Dean" "in" "bra", but continued to brush this off. Dean and the girls went into a beauty shop next, where they began goofing around and testing makeup on each other, some of them looking at Dean and holding up various beauty products. One of them snuck up behind up with a brush in their hands, quickly running it through his hair. Strangely, as the bristles ran through, his hair grew and stretched with the stroke, leaving him with soft longer locks. "Hey! what the..." Dean turned around and saw Yen, innocently holding the brush behind her back, Dean smirked and turned back around.
They went out to eat again that night, Dean stuffing himself silly, slurping his pho vigorously, practically inhaling the delicious mix of rice noodles and meats. Yet his appetite was seemingly endless; as he focused on eating, he didn't notice that with each vigorous slurp, his nipples were swelling up. They grew increasingly perkier, piercing his thin shirt as his butt softened out slightly with womanly fat. Finally, after another night of feasting, Dean made his way back to his place. As he drifted off to sleep, he unconsciously started humming an old Vietnamese nursery rhyme.
He woke up the next morning feeling off. For some reason, the room seemed a bit bigger and his skin a tad darker. He brushed it off, guessing that he had finally gotten a tan after being her for so long. Dean didn't give it a second thought when Yen called him the following day, speaking to him in Vietnamese. "Này Dean, muốn đi xem phim sau không?" ("Hey Dean, want to go to a movie later?") He replied, somehow intuitively understanding her with a nervous
"Yes sure..."
While in the theater, despite the movie being in English, Dean's eyes drifted toward the Vietnamese subtitles, being able to read them perfectly. During a slow scene, Yen slipped a hand over to Dean's crotch, Dean just looking blankly at the screen as she glided her hand inside of his pants, beginning to stroke his quivering member. A few minutes later, she pulled her hand out of his pants and reached back to the popcorn again, popping a few kernels into her mouth. Dean didn't know why, but despite not orgasming, his crotch felt unusually good, strange, but good. He didn't realize that his penis was currently folding in on itself between his legs and drilling itself into his crotch.
The two went out for ice cream a little later, Yen giggling as she saw Dean greedily lick the sweet treat. With each stroke of his tongue, his facial features got softer, eyelashes growing slightly, as his tongue got thinner but longer. His stroked became more frenzied, feeling strangely pleasurable as his lips plumped up slightly, all of this accompanied by a soft crack from within his face as his facial structure became distinctly feminine. As he finished the cone, he let out a satisfied "That was tuyệt quá!" ("great!")
Dean spent the next few days at work, seemingly not noticing his drastically changed appearance, even amidst his coworker's confused glances. A few nights later, he was out to eat again, shoveling it down his throat so eagerly that it attracted everyone's gaze. His figure was nearly androgynous at this point, a pair of A-cups proudly hoisted on his chest. All the while, his waistline got much thinner and his hips starting to bulge outwards. But most impressive was his butt, which was gurgling softly during his eating session as everything he ate seemingly broke down into fat and flowed straight to his ass, quickly growing into a thick bubble. Yen reached behind his back and pinched his ass fat, causing him to jolt and let out a weirdly feminine "EEK". He looked at her like a deer in headlights as she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. After the intial shock he began leaning into it, not noticing as his face slowly shifted, his hair getting darker and darker, longer and longer, as his skin took on a light brown hue. He pulled away, now sporting a womanly face and continued his meal.
The next morning the spell broke, Dean finally noticing something was wrong. He looked in the mirror and saw actually noticed his changes. His hair now drapped his shoulders, long, black and sleek. His T-shirt, which fit him perfectly when he first got there, were now baggy, but his chest now formed a slight tent exposing his swollen perky nipples. Dean pulled the shirt forward and saw his two new jiggly tits bouncing off of his chest, "Cái quái gì thế này?!" ("What the fuck is this?!") He then covered his mouth; it was uncanny, it was his voice but distinctly higher pitched. "Did I just speak Vietnamese...." Dean looked at the logo on his shirt, emblazoned with some kind of logo that was from a show he'd grown up with. For some reason, he couldn't quite place it. He tried his best to conjure images of cartoons, but all he could remember were foreign cartoons that were at once familiar and completely alien. It was as if he had an entirely different childhood. He then heard a knock on the door, but as he walked to open it, he noticed that nothing was dangling between his legs, and his butt felt heavy...so soft...and thick. Dean reached back and cupped it with his new slim feminine hands. "Oh fuck...." He then crawled to the door slowly, the knocking not relenting, as he looked into the viewing hole and saw Yen with a smile on her face. He angrily opened the door, "Yến những gì đang xảy ra với tôi!" ("Yen what is happening to me!")
"Oh thư giãn đi, em sắp xong rồi." ("Oh relax baby, you're almost finished.") She then walked in and closed the door behind her. She had a bag in her hand as she reached in and pulled out a brush, brushing his hair out longer and longer past his shoulders before Dean swatted her away.
"Bạn đang làm điều này với tôi?!" ("You're doing this to me?!")
"Tất nhiên, đây là cách tôi tìm thấy tất cả bạn bè của mình." ("Of course, this is how I find all of my friends." Yen then reached back and grabbed handfuls of his jiggling rear, shaking it between her fingers, causing Dean to moan hard as his ass gurgled and expanded in his hands, his thighs sweating as they swelled up as well, giving him a beautiful thick lower half. Dean desperatly tried pushed her away.
"Không không không bạn không thể làm điều này!" ("No no no you can't do this!") Dean now spoke in a fully feminine voice, but Yen just smiled as she crawled over to him on her knees and slowly rose up against his body, leaning in one more time for one more kiss. Dean tried to fight back, but he felt entranced by her luscious lips. As the kiss progressed, his body filled with strange energy as his breasts slowly expanded, pressing up against Yen. His waistline crunched inward, and his body was flooded with female hormones; Dean was now entirely female. Dean then felt his mind come under attack, memories of a whole new life just flooding his brain, attachments to her past as an American faded away. Linh was now fully born as a new woman in mind and body. As Yen moved her face away, she looked in awe at the beautiful women she'd created.
"Bạn đã sẵn sàng để đi ra ngoài sau Yinh? Tôi không thể chờ đợi chúng tôi đã đến câu lạc bộ quá lâu!" ("You ready to go out later Linh? I can't wait we haven't been to the club in so long!")
Linh smiled, "Tất nhiên, và tôi cũng có chiếc váy hoàn hảo!" ("Of course, and I have the perfect dress too!")
A few hours later, Linh was getting ready, wearing a tight green dress that accentuated the curves on her lovely figure; a soft coat of makeup painted on her face. A knock came from the door; behind it was all of her friends dressed to the nines for a wild club night. They all giggled, joking around in their native language, and as they left the building, they saw a white boy hauling a suitcase inside. They gave each other knowing glances before looking at Linh, who smiled, "Thời gian để làm cho một người bạn khác!" ("Time to make a new friend!")
