Made in Taiwan 20

Day 94 Continued

Not to be outdone by me in my fancy dress, Simona had dressed up and was looking smart in a pair of trousers and a freshly ironed shirt. In her mission to make me feel as ladylike as possible. Simona was trying to act like a perfect gentleman, Complementing me constantly, holding doors open. She even presented me with a red rose before we left the apartment.

Our destination that evening was to be the Xinyi district of Taipei. An expensive area, full of shopping centres and fancy bars. A place well the well-off Taiwanese crowd hung out.

Exiting the apartment, we jumped in a taxi, something I was very grateful for. I was already struggling in my spindly stiletto heels and having just descended the steps down from the apartment, I was exhausted.

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Feeling the eyes of our driver, gazing at me through the rear-view mirror, I looked out of the window. Taipei 101 towered over us, making the other building in the area look ridiculously small in comparison. This only meant one thing, we’d soon be reaching our destination. Looking down at my nylon covered legs and the killer heels straps to my feet, I chuckled. What the hell was I doing? How did things end up in this position?

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After paying the driver, Simona insisting on running around to open the taxi door for me. Taking her hand, she helped me out as I felt my calf muscles stretch. My feet once again adjusting to their now familiar arched position.

Our first stop was a romantic dinner in a fancy restaurant. Simona took the lead ordering for us, and to be honest, it was really nice. I rarely got to eat out somewhere that fancy, and with the diet out of the window for the evening, I savoured every bite of the delicious food.

When we returned to the streets, they were much busier, with a combination of late shoppers and early partygoers milling about. And I had plenty of time to take it all in with the speed we were walking. Simona, to her credit, having literally experienced walking in my shoes, seemed sympathetic to my situation. She kept the pace slow as she walked beside me, continually holding my hand for support.

After a ten minute walk, we stopped on a pedestrian street, lined with bars and outside drinking areas. We walked over and joined the crowd of people drinking and laughing, and I instantly wanted to leave, having already been looked up and down like a piece of meat, several times, by the three, not very subtle guys to our left.

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Half an hour later, I slowly made my way back from the bathroom using the trick of staring at people foreheads. The problem was, here, it seemed to have a different effect. On the street, people always looked away, embarrassed. Here, I was the one left feeling uncomfortable as people would stare back and smile before checking out my body.

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Taking my eyes off where I was placing my tired feet, for a second, I spotted Simona, stood in a different spot to when I'd left, and she was no longer alone.

“Simona, I want you to meet, Lulu”, Simona announced as I minced up.

“Hi, Simona, the mystery woman announced, "It's great to see you”.

“Hi”, I replied, confused. Before taking a sip of the drink, Simona passed me, through a long pink straw.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, It feels like we’ve been sending emails back and forth forever”, Lulu said with a smile.

Probably looking very confused, because I was, I went with it. “Yeah, like forever”, I announced in a high sing-song voice. “I love your dress tonight. Where did you get it”?

Lulu and Simona smiled, and I felt proud of myself for deflecting. “It’s Balenciaga", Lulu said with great pride, "I picked it up on after a shoot in London”.

“Lulu and I just bumped into each other”, Simona declared, jumping in, “I recognised her from that photo you showed me and thought I’d say he”.

“Yeah, sorry, I haven’t got back to you in a while", Lulu asserted, looking past Simona, and talking to mem "I’ve been ridiculously busy travelling and working”.

“It’s no problem, Simona has been busy too, haven’t you Simona”? Simona said, again jumping in, “So Lulu, have you got any shoots coming up, I’m sure Simona would love to see a professional like you in action”.

Lulu looked puzzled by Simona's actions. From her point of view, it must have looked very odd to have a scrawny looking guy answering for me. “As it happens, I’ve got this shoot up at Fulong beach tomorrow. I can’t promise blistering sunshine this time of year, but I did promise to introduce you to my photographer. If you want to come along and met the team and observe, I can make a call”?

“Err… the beach”, I stuttered as a terror gripped me. Not wanting to imagine the type of outfit I'd have to wear. “Thank you for asking, Lulu, but can't. I think Grant and I have plans for tomorrow”.

“No, we don’t”, Simona almost screamed. Causing both Lulu and I, to jump.

“Simona, can I talk to you for a second”? Simona stated, gripping my arm, and pulling me to one side. “We’ll be right back, Lulu. Don’t go anywhere. ok”?

“Yeah, I’ll be here, I guess”, Lulu answered, rolling her eyes.

I could tell Simona was angry by the strength of her grip digging into my arm as I stumbled along next to her.

Stopping just out of earshot of Lulu, she leaned in. “What the hell, are you doing”? She whispered angrily. “Do you know how long I’ve been trying to get a modelling gig with her agency? You’re about to fuck everything up for me”.

Wrenching my arm away from her and rubbing it gently, I pouted. “Modelling? You want me to model now”? I announced, annoyed.

“No, not you. Me!” She cried. “Well, me eventually. You just need to help me set things up. I’ve been waiting months for an offer like this. If you don’t go, there might not be another”.

“You can't be serious! I can’t be a model. It’s bad enough pretending to be you”, I moaned.

“There you go again”, Simona shot back. “Can’t do this. Can’t do that. Look at you, Princess. You can, and you will!

Screwing up my face, I felt like walking off, and I probably would have if it wasn’t for how I was dressed. “No”, I stated, firmly, “I won’t do it! You're asking too much. And... and... it’s just unnecessary”.

I saw Simona’s shoulders lift. “Unnecessary", she screamed. " This is my life, you little shit. My future! All I’m asking is for you to go along and meet a few people”, She added, lowering her voice but still shaking with rage. “What if I deemed it unnecessary to try so hard to imitate your old personality. Perhaps, I should relax a little more and have some fun. Perhaps send a few fun messages to your family and friends. What would your father think if I sent him a message, saying that you’ve got a fit new boyfriend”? Or posted some pictures, on your social media, of you out in one of them, men only bathhouses?

“You wouldn’t”? I yelled back, in shock.

“Try me”? You fuck up my life, and I’ll destroy yours! So what’s it to be, gorgeous”?

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After Simona’s Mr Hyde moment, she acted like nothing had happened. We re-joined Lulu and drank some more, and after a few hours of getting to know each other, we were invited to join her and her friends at a nearby nightclub.

Being out in a nightclub dressed as a desirable young woman, was quite the experience, I can tell you. But after popping one of Simona's magical relaxation pills, I soon started to relax. If you're wondering. Up until that point, I hadn’t taken anything except alcohol as Simona wanted me to fully experience every moment of the evening.

I have to admit, I had a lot of fun that night in the club, even if Simona and I barely spoke a word to each other. What more could a young straight man ask for? Lulu and her girlfriends were all stunningly beautiful and flirtatious. Dancing with them as they rubbed themselves all over my smooth silky body was pure bliss.

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Arriving back at the apartment, It was late. I was ready to kick off my excruciatingly painful shoes and hit the sack, but Simona had other ideas. “Listen, I’m sorry about getting angry earlier", she said in a garbled drunken voice, "It really means a lot to me that you've agreed to go along tomorrow”.

Having come down from my high and able to think straight again, I shuddered at the thought of it. “I didn’t really have a choice now, did I”? I replied, frustrated, “I'm going to get ready for bed”.

“Not yet”, Simona said, stepping in front of me. “The night’s not over, yet. You haven’t fully experienced a proper date”, she added before catching me by surprise. Grabbing me around the waist and kissing me passionately.

I struggled at first, but soon my pent up sexual frustration took over my thoughts as I felt my penis struggle against its confinements. Relaxing, I felt her hands run up and down my back as she gently caressed it through my thin dress. Simona found the zipper on the back of my dress, and in an instant, It lay on a heap surrounding my ankles, leaving me in just my fancy underwear.

“Come”, she said, pulling away and running her finger along the front of my panties.

Without a word, I took her outstretched hand and followed her out onto the balcony. It was a beautiful warm night, and as I looked up I could see countless stars, littering the night sky.

“Remember, our first night together, Simona? Out here on this balcony? Let’s recreate it”, She said, placing her hands on my shoulders and pushing me down to my knees rather firmly.

“Tonight, I’m going to make you feel like a real woman”, she declared, unbuckling her belt, and lowering her trousers to reveal a terrifying sight.

Stunned, I looked on with my mouth gaping at the large veiny, very realistic looking phallic-shaped object that had just flopped out.

I shuddered, knowing what she wanted. Even if some of the memories from that first night together were blurred in my mind.

“ Suck it, Simona”! She commanded, looking down at me. “Show me what those lips can do”?

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