You find yourself trapped in an inky black, silent abyss.
Deeper than sleep.
Every so often you manage to achieve a near-conscious state where you are dimly aware of your body moving against your will, but your thoughts are too sluggish to properly assess your situation, and these brief moments of lucidity fade quickly.
You have no idea how much time has passed, as you're completely detached from reality, but it feels like an excruciatingly long time since you last saw the world through your own eyes.
You begin to feel resigned to your fate. Perhaps the darkness will completely overtake you and you will stop thinking entirely
RRRRIIIP!!!
You're jolted awake to an overwhelming sensory assault.
Flashing lights and thumping sound are being blasted around in every direction. Strong hands grasp and fondle you aggressively and your face is being mashed into someone else's face as you make out, their tongue slipping into your mouth briefly before you wrestle them away.
Dazzled and still in shock, you quickly assess your surroundings and try to gather your thoughts.
You're in some kind of nightclub. No, a strip club.
Neon lights and thumping club music surround you and leave you feeling positively overwhelmed.
Feminine bodies gyrate on the lit-up stage, but in your haze they simply look like dancing silhouettes.
Looking down, you see that you're still wearing the qipao, but it has been torn open at the shoulder during your aggressive make-out session with the drunk-looking frat boy seated before you.
Feeling overwhelmed, you quickly look for an escape from this sensory onslaught. You spot a bathroom sign and quickly make your way over, your shoes making strange clicking noises as you make your awkward escape.
With the pumping bass and flashing lights safely sealed behind you, the dingy men's bathroom feels like a welcome respite.
As you approach the mirror though, you're treated to another shock.
Reflected in the mirror you see a young, attractive asian woman dressed in the familiar (but now ruined) qipao and red heels.
You move your hands to your face and the feminine figure mimics your actions, you notice her nails are manicured and painted red, and as you look at your hands you see that they match.
Images flash through your mind. Images of accepting wads of cash from strange men. Images of being roughly fucked in unfamiliar hotel rooms. You see yourself in a cosmetic surgeon's office, pointing to a picture of an elegant-looking asian woman as a man in a white coat nods. You see yourself admiring your new face as the bandages are removed, tracing your full cheekbones and delicately touching the corners of your new almond-shaped, mono-lidded eyes.
Snapping back to reality, you can't help but notice the prominent mounds in the front of your dress. Praying that you're simply wearing a stuffed bra, you feel the ruined qipao down to reveal no bra at all, just a pair of smooth, slightly larger than average breasts. Once again you're hit with a stream of flashbacks. You see yourself signing up with an escort service. Pleasuring men in expensively decorated bedrooms. Waking up in a hospital bed with your chest swollen and bandaged. Letting out a feminine moan of pleasure as a client gropes your soft new tits from behind as he fucks you.
As the images fade and you find yourself staring at the topless asian woman in the mirror, one dreadful thought begins to dominate your mind.
"Please still be there, please still be there..." you whisper to yourself mentally, as you grip the hem of the qipao and begin to slowly lift it, a hard lump forming in your throat.
You almost choke in horror as you slide the dress up over your hips to reveal a totally bare shaved pussy situated between your legs where your cock would normally be. More images flash through your mind. You see yourself checking in at a foreign clinic. You see yourself smiling with glee as you examine your pretty pussy in a mirror. You see yourself stroking your wet pussy in front of a live audience on webcam, then dancing on stage at a strip club in nothing but a thong wedged deep into the cleft of your vagina. You see yourself riding the cocks of several strange men backstage.
You feel like you're going to puke.
Overcome with horror, you can only stare blankly at the exposed asian woman in the mirror.
"Oh my god..." you choke in your normal male voice, the pretty asian girl jarringly matching your mouth movements as you speak.
"Oh my fucking god..."