Made in Taiwan 10

Day 39

Arriving at the university on Monday morning, my mind was still all over the place. After Jerome seeing me crossdressed and mistaking me for Simona on Saturday afternoon, I’d hidden away in my room for the rest of the day, avoiding him.

Sunday, I had to venture out. I had no food in the apartment and was starving, but also I knew I couldn’t avoid Jerome forever. Waking up early, much too early for him to be up and about. I got dressed and went to find some breakfast from a little shop up the road before stopping in Wellcome supermarket on the way back to pick up a few supplies.

Forced to wear my jeans and trainers, I arrived home a sweaty mess, going straight for a cold shower to cool down. I really needed to pick up some new shorts, but that left me with another problem. How was I going to explain my hairless legs?

I spent part of the evening hanging out with Jerome who looked at me strangely wearing jeans. I made an excuse about all my stuff being in the laundry and he seemed to buy it.

I smoked a joint with him but didn't stay out too late as he kept asking questions about the previous day. Getting sick of dodging and lying, I soon decided to call it a night. Especially with the constant niggling feeling that I perhaps hadn’t scrubbed my face clean enough grating on me. Every time he looked at me, my heart raced, thinking that I still had some residue of eye makeup or perhaps my lips were still a bit too red.

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Taking my usual seat in the class, Simona in for once on a Monday morning, smiled at me. I ignored her and tried not to look back in her direction again. I had decided during the painstaking process of removing my nail polish, to cut all ties with her and move on. The sex had been great that first night but everything that went with it just didn't seem worth the hassle. The thing is, Simona had other ideas.

Walking out of the room at lunchtime, she came bounding up behind me, “GG, why are you ignoring me? I’m really sorry about how things turned out on Saturday”.

“Erm… it’s fine, can we talk about this later”, I whispered, looking around and seeing some of our classmates in close proximity, listening in.

“It’s not fine, I can tell”, she said pouting, “was there a problem going home”?

“I told you, I’m fine, just leave it”, I snapped, feeling annoyed.

“Come with me”, she said, grabbing my hand before leading us away from the group and straight into the men’s bathroom.

“I’m not sure you should be in here”, I announced apprehensively as she bundled me into a stall and locked the door, “they’ll probably kick you off the course if they catch you”.

“Oh, let them try”, Simona replied, smiling, "has anyone ever told you that you worry too much”? She added before kissing me lovingly.

As I tasted her soft lips and inhaled her sweet-smelling perfume, all the resolve I had built up quickly dissolved. By the time she had dropped to her knees and undone my jeans, it was game over.

Thinking back, I stood little chance of escape, she had reeled me back in. I entered the university building that morning determined to ignore her. But I left that day, having arranged to go shopping to buy some new shorts.

Day 51

Strolling through the backstreets of Ximen, I was feeling good. University was out for the weekend, and I’d just found a new street stand, where I’d just devoured a delicious breakfast.

Ximen was as busy as always, people rushing about at a million miles per hour, somehow avoiding each other, seemingly lost in their thoughts.

Crossing a road, I noticed a beautiful looking Taiwanese woman standing on the curb. I looked over, and she waved. Smiling, I waved back only to see her take a few steps to her left and look straight past me awkwardly.

Looking over my shoulder, I noticed a taxi and realised my mistake. Embarrassed, I quickened my pace and kept moving.

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I was on my way over to meet Simona. She had said something about going shopping with her and needing my opinion. To be honest, I wasn’t really keen on the idea, but after her helping me pick out some new clothes a week prior, I felt almost obliged to agree.

Lately, I had been spending quite a lot of time over at her place. True to her word, she had been going out of her way to make things up to me. She had been inviting me over every other day for the past week or so. We would typically go out to eat at some tasty restaurant nearby, before heading back to hers for a drug-induced night of passion.

Mysterious as Simona was, I just couldn’t get enough. The highs, the sex, it all just felt so wondrous. And with the bizarre crossdressing stuff seemingly behind us, hanging out with her was fast becoming my favourite activity.

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“What about this one”? Simona asked holding, up a low cut dress for me to critique.

“Yeah, it’s nice”, I replied, sounding bored. By that point in the day, we had been shopping around Ximen for a few hours and it was a question I was sick of hearing.

Putting the dress back on the rack, Simona pouted, “you said you were going to help me, is something wrong”?

“No”, I quickly replied, shaking my head, “it’s just, we’ve been at this for hours, and you haven’t bought anything yet”, I added with a sigh, “it might help if you told me what the occasion was”.

“I told you, it's a work thing”, she answered sounding frustrated, “what would you have me do? Just pick up the first one I see and buy it”?

Leaning down, I watched as she pulled a short white dress, with a black embroidered Aztec print pattern, off the rack in front of her.

Looking at the dress, I actually thought it would look good on her, forcing me to say something stupid. “I like that one, you should try it on”.

Seeing her eyes squint and her lip curl, I knew I’d said something wrong. Stood there, I was preparing myself to be screamed at when suddenly, her whole demeanour changed. “Ok, let’s try it on”, she said taking my hand and leading me towards the changing rooms.

Entering, I looked around and found the place empty, “come”, she announced, pulling me into a stall and closing the door.

As soon as the door closed, she pounced on me, grabbing my crotch, and kissing me passionately. Within seconds, my shorts and underwear were on the floor, joined soon after by my T-shirt that flew over my head

Kneeling down in front of me, Simona looked up into my eyes and licked her lips before taking my engorged manhood between her swollen lips. Gripping the wall, I moaned away in ecstasy as she bobbed back and forth like a pro, massaging my sack with her long acrylic nails.

It didn’t take long before I was ready to explode, but somehow knowing this, Simona stopped. “Oh, my leg is cramping up, you don’t if we stop there do you”?

“What”! I gasped, dumbfounded, “you're stopping, you can’t stop there”!

“Ok, I tell you what, how about we take a break for a second and see how this dress looks, then we’ll see about carrying on”, she said with a wicked smile, grabbing the dress from the bench, “lift your arms, GG”.

“What me”? I gasped again, “you want me to wear it”?

“Of course, you were the one who liked it, and I want to see what it looks like”, she said while rolling up the dress and finding the armholes. “Why do you get to have all the fun”?

I should have said no, got dressed, and walked out. But I guess, at that time I wasn’t thinking with my brain.

I lifted my arms and closed my arms, feeling the tight stretchy material being tugged down, compressing my upper body. When it reached my crotch, Simona pushed me back onto the bench and kneeled down once more, “good boy”, she said, before once again taking me into her mouth.

I closed my eyes and groaned deeply not even noticing as she slipped off my flip flops. The feeling of ecstasy once again took over as the world around me melted away. That is until I suddenly felt my right foot being adjusted into an oddly stretched position.

My eyes shot open, “are you putting, your shoes on my feet”? I gasped, having realised what she was doing.

“I thought I’d rest my feet for a second and I wanted to see how they'd look with that dress”, she said after releasing me from her mouth, “is that a problem”? she added with an innocent look.

I remember thinking, “what the hell, I’m already in a dress”. The last thing I wanted was to be wearing her colourful towering wedge sandals, but at that moment, all I could think about was wanting to finish off.

Just over a minute later, my whole body spasmed as I filled her mouth with my salty load, which she quickly swallowed down. Leaning back, I felt her licking me clean before, suddenly, yanking my member back between my legs and tucking away my balls. Before I could protest, A pair of panties, which had somehow magically appeared around my ankles, were pulled up to secure the tuck job. The stretchy skirt of the dress was then pulled down, leaving my crotch completely flat.

“Up you get”, Simona announced, taking my hands, and helping me up.

“Woah”, I said wobbling, feeling my calves strain and the straps of the sandals dig into my feet, “these shoes are crazy, how did you walk here in them”?

“With practice”, Simona replied smiling, running her hands down the sides of the minidress, “you remember what I taught you, right”?

Realising what she was hinting at, I took a step back and almost fell, “no, I can’t go outside, like this, what if someone comes in”?

“Then they’ll see a customer, trying on an item of clothing, what's the big deal”?

“I can’t”, I mumbled, “I look ridiculous”.

“Oh, come on you little drama queen, you look great, come out and see”, she announced before grabbing my clothes from the floor and running out the door with my flip flops now on her feet.

"Shit, what am I doing to do"? I thought as I desperately looked around the empty stall.

“You’ve got ten seconds, GG, then I’m leaving with your clothes”, she shouted from outside, giggling.

Backed into a corner, I closed my eyes and pressed my forehead against the door, knowing that I’d somehow gotten myself into another ridiculous situation.

Hearing her slowly counting down from ten, I took a deep breath, opened the door, and plodded out into the bright light of the changing room.

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