Mr. Woo looked up at the ruckus now entering his quiet ointment shop. He rarely had more than one customer.
This time a dozen rowdy young men in their late teens and early twenties entered en masse. He glared at the
group.
"Hey, mister, ya got any Tiger Balm? We hear that's the best ointment for sore muscles," said a tall handsome
muscled lad with dark hair and green eyes. The others seemed to defer to him. "Our college team is in town to
play a regional game, we're all a bit stiff from the flight. Thought that Tiger Balm might help. My name's Cam
by the way."
Ka-ching, thought Mr. Woo. If it was for the whole team instead of a couple of tubes, he might sell two or
three cases.
"Yes, we have Tiger Balm, but we have other ointments too. Some for calves specifically, others for
shoulders, and of course for jock itch. How many jars of Tiger Balm would you like?"
"Let's see - 44?"
"How about I get you 50 for the price of 44. That'll be two cases. My assistant Lin-lin will go down to the
basement and get them. Why don't you look around the store, and see if you find anything else to your liking
while you wait," Woo said.
Lin-lin got off his stool in the corner and dutifully trotted downstairs to the basement store room. He stole
one last wistful look at the strapping young men in the store front. He had been like them a week ago. He
had foolishly tried to rob Mr. Woo's store. Then he had been 28 6'3" white with dirty blonde hair. Now he
appeared to be a 10 year old dark haired petite Chinese boy. He was given a choice, Mr. Woo would either
change him into a Chinese baby and sell him on the black market, or he could turn his life around as Mr. Woo's
nephew and assistant. In fifteen years, he would either be rehabilitated and then have the choice of
continuing life as a 25 year old Chinese man or as his former white self age 43. If he wasn't rehabilitated,
Lin-lin would be made into a baby and sold. He shuddered at the thought. The worst part of it was that Mr.
Woo was truly inscrutable. He wouldn't know his fate until it happened. He found the case and struggled to
carry it with his tiny arms. He had to stop twice on the stairs going back up, and he knew had another case
to fetch.
While Lin-lin was downstairs, Mr. Woo had chatted with one of the stocky shorter players. He had light brown
hair, brown eyes, was maybe 5'10" but weighed at least 280. He asked Woo if he had any ointment that would
make him like Cam. He added, "If you had Cam in a bottle, guys would pay a fortune for it."
When Lin-lin entered the store front, the air was thick with incense. Mr. Woo was pulling down the shades and
locking the door. The young men were there still, but they were silent and still. They stood there smiling
and drooling in a hypnotic state.
"Put that case down, and help me strip the tall dark haired one next to the Chinese Finger Traps," Woo
ordered.
Lin-lin blinked as the incense made his eyes water. The hypnotic effect was less on him, probably the incense
had diffused enough to make it less potent, but the players were already dosed.
"Now help me load this big lunk into the dumb waiter," Woo ordered.
Lin-lin gritted his teeth, but obeyed. He was pissed that Woo wouldn't let him use the dumb waiter to send
cases up from the basement, and made him carry them up the stairs. "Builds character and muscles," Woo would
say when Lin-lin protested.
One minute, Cameron Kingston had been in a Chinatown store looking at finger traps, and then there'd been
smoke, and he had zoned out. Now he was naked in a glass container in a windowless brick room that looked
like some sort of makeshift laboratory.
"Hey! Let me out of here! Give me back my clothes!" he shouted pounding on the shatter proof glass walls of
his prison, "What are you going to do to me?"
"Mr. Woo is going to bottle you," Lin-lin said matter of factly. He stared enviously at Cam's circumcised 8"
cock. He thought of his own now tiny hairless cock with its foreskin that made it look like a slug or a worm,
not like his old pink circumcised 9 inch tool.