MISTER FANDE
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herbal tea
🕑 Added 2024-09-21 05:00:04 +0000 UTCThis is not part of the "The Great of Mandarin" series, this is just a random story, maybe this story could be a series
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I can't escape from here.
It all started when I went to China for the first time. I received a gift of rare herbal tea from the hotel because I was the first foreign guest, along with a few days' stay at the hotel.
The last gift would be a special outfit from the hotel.
On the first day, I didn't realize what was happening. I knew a little Chinese writing because I was on vacation, so I didn't think much of it, having learned a bit of basic writing.
A few days later, I began to understand what the locals were saying.
“Hello, beautiful lady" they would call me.
I felt a little taken aback hearing them talk to me like that, but for some reason, I felt a bit happy inside.
A few days later, my body started to change. First, I noticed my breasts growing. I tried to stop drinking the herbal tea they gave me, but for some reason, I couldn't resist it.
Since noticing my growing breasts, I watched my body change rapidly. My skin turned to an Asian complexion, and I developed curves in the female areas while my masculine traits faded. My face lost my family’s features, and I felt Chinese becoming dominant in my mind.
I tried to think in English, but I would subconsciously think in Chinese.
The herbal tea was affecting me. I tried with all my strength to stop drinking it.
But then the hotel sent a beautiful Chinese maid dressed in a hanfu the next day.
The woman, named Xiao Mei, tried to poison my mind by speaking Chinese.
She even forced me to wear a pink hanfu.
One day, she took me outside and suddenly kissed me, making me feel embarrassed.
Since then, I couldn't resist wearing these feminine clothes and behaving femininely.
The hotel staff forced me to interact with the beautiful women around the hotel.
Xiao Mei also kept asking questions like, "What clothes are you wearing?" and "What do the men around here like?" to the beautiful women near the hotel.
From then on, various knowledge about Chinese women entered my memory, and since Xiao Mei somehow knew I was trying to speak English, she would come in and force me to speak Chinese, which made my English decline, and Chinese started to dominate my mind.
Day by day, I could only speak and think in Chinese.
I lost track of the days passing by and began to lose my sense of self. For some reason, Xiao Mei started calling me Li Hua.
Every time Xiao Mei called me Li Hua, my movements would automatically become gracefu
l and feminine.
I could only surrender.
