The next few hours are like a dream that you can barely recall.
Images briefly flash before your eyes then fade back into nothingness. You see yourself confidently strutting down the street in your qipao.
You see your reflection in a mirror, expertly applying lipstick and eye shadow. Vague images follow, of dancing. Gyrating bodies. You're grinding up against someone and shaking your hips to the pounding bass of club music.
You're passionately making out with someone, their strong hand moving up your thigh and squeezing your ass.
Next, you're riding in a car... and then...
You awaken somewhere else, and realize that you have full control of your body again!
From what you can immediately tell, you're lying in an unfamiliar bed. You see that you're not alone. Someone else is sharing the bed with you, and you recoil in horror when you realize it's a man. He's passed out and snoring loudly, and you smell alcohol on his breath.
Sitting up in a panic, you examine your surroundings. As far as you can tell it's the bedroom of a bachelor pad, decked out with sports memorabilia and a massive plasma TV and sound system.
Empty booze bottles and condom packets litter the dresser, and when you stand up from the bed you feel a distinct soreness in your ass.
Oh god.
More images briefly flash in your mind's eye and you see yourself accepting a wad of cash from the young man. You realize it was him that you had been making out with, and that he had taken you back to his place, bent you over his bed and fucked you repeatedly as you moaned like a girl. The images are still distinctly hazy, like a dream, but at the same time incredibly vivid.
Checking your body, you see that you are still wearing the qipao, but it has been pulled up to reveal your ass and cock.
Still in shock from everything you've just been through, you pull the qipao back down to cover your shame, grab the wad of cash and one of the man's coats and quickly make your way out of the apartment.
It's pitch black outside but you're pretty sure you recognize this street. It's not too far from your home. Pulling the coat over yourself and shivering from the cold wind caressing your thighs, you make your way home and pause at the front door. Deciding you can't risk alerting anyone, you instead sneak around the side and try your bedroom window. Luckily you always leave it unlocked, and you manage to climb inside.
Stripping the cursed garment from your body and stuffing it under your pillow, you collapse into bed, exhausted. It seems your body had been given quite a workout while you were unconscious.