Transformation of Mr. Price – Chapter 1

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Transformation of Mr. Price – Chapter 1A man travels on business to San Francisco and through the inadvertent misuse of a male enhancement cream is transformed into a woman.Okay, I shouldn’t need to say this, but this is a TOTAL fabrication and it is not my fantasy. I was asked by a reader of my stories to write a story where a man is transformed into a woman in a “magical way”. The reader was not specific on the method but insisted that the transformation must be unexpected as it occurs to a guy that had no advance desire for the change. I must tell the reader that this was a challenge for me. If you have read my lesbian story you will remember I was challenged to write as a woman experiencing lesbian sexual encounters. This story, although unrelated in any way, required that I step out of my comfort zone and write on a topic that is not based on any fantasy I have had. I hope you enjoy it. If so please add a Like, it is my only reward!I will break this into 4 chapters to make it easier to read, it is over twenty pages long!Chapter 1My flight was late getting into San Francisco, I was tired from the flight that experienced turbulence most of the way, and now my bags were lost according to the clerk at baggage claim that read me chapter and verse from her handbook on how to handle customers without really giving a SHIT!! I tried desperately not to be upset, but her refusal to help, the late hour, and just being tired of the trip that was just beginning was wearing on my. So I filled out her form describing my bag and contents and played the silly game that seemed futile at this late hour.I had agreed with my client to meet with her in her home district of San Francisco, “You will love the City,” she said, “I will take care of everything, no worries.”“Well this is my first trip to San Fran,” I said.I was immediately scolded that “NO ONE” ever refers to it as “San Fran,” and she continued, “It is either “the city” or San Francisco, anything else will make you sound like a tourist or a fool, you are neither.” I was on the phone with her when this discussion started and couldn’t be sure if she was just giving me crap or very serious. Regardless I made a mental note of the distinction so I wouldn’t look the fool, but I didn’t mind looking like a tourist as that was part of this trip.My meeting with Maranda was at 10:00 AM on Monday morning and at 1:00 AM Monday morning I arrived at the Ritz in Chinatown without any luggage wearing nothing but a wrinkled suit and a frown. “Damn,” I cursed under my breath as I checked into the hotel, “Damn the luck.”“Pardon me Mr. Price,” the very polite desk clerk said, “Is there a problem?”“You will need to excuse me,” I said forcing a smile, “the airline lost my bags and I have an important meeting at 10:00 AM in the morning and as you can see I am not exactly ready for a high end meeting, again, I apologize for my rudeness.”“Oh no sir,” the young woman said with a very polite and helpful smile, “I can arrange for your suit to be cleaned and pressed in plenty of time for your meeting and if you want I have a service that can provide whatever else you need in personal items yet tonight.”I was shocked that she could handle all of this at a late hour and accepted her offer for the suit clean and press and asked her to contact her other source as I really need a fresh shirt, underwear, and toiletries. She gave me y room key and rang for the bellman, “Take our Mr. Price to his room on the eleventh floor, and make sure he has whatever he needs to make him comfortable,” she said.Once in my room I flopped down on the bed wishing I was as ready for the meeting as I wanted to be, my presentation was safe in my briefcase but my appearance had me worried. I heard a knock on the door and opened it to find a short Asian man waiting for me, “Suit,” he said in broken English, “I clean and press tonight sir.” He smiled and I let him in.“I’ll be a minute,” I said as I stepped into the bathroom and took off my suit and put on a hotel robe. I came out and handed it over thanking him for his prompt attention and then asked, “Are you taking this suit out of the hotel or…” I did not get a chance to finish, “No sir, I clean here in hotel, it is safe with me,” and he turned and left as quickly as he had arrived. “Well at least I don’t need to worry that my suit will go astray like my bags,” I mumbled as I closed the türkçe bahis door and turned back to my room. Maranda had really selected quite a room, it was a suite with plenty of room and all the amenities that made it feel more like home than a hotel.I pulled the curtains open and had a great view of the city, the skyline was impressive and although I was high above the noise of the street, I was low enough to enjoy the sights of Chinatown. I had always enjoyed Asian culture and in the Midwest we rarely can enjoy more than an Americanized Chinese meal. Now here I was right in the heart of one of the oldest Asian cultures in this country, I planned to enjoy it!There was another knock on the door and I answered it, this time it was a very old Asian woman, she was so old I wondered why she was out and about this late.“Hello,” she said in flawless English, “My name is Ah Lam, the desk clerk has asked me to help you in any way that I can to prepare you for your meeting tomorrow morning. Of what service may I be?” She asked with a very wrinkled, but warm smile.I handed her a list of toiletries I had made while waiting and listed the clothing I needed. “If you can’t find the brands I have listed feel free to substitute Ms. Lam,” I said, and thanked her for her help.“No worries, but Ah Lam is my first name, my surname is Zhao, it is an easy mistake to make,” Ah Lam said and before leaving the room said she would have a package here for me within an hour, “If you plan to be asleep I will ask the Bellman to let me in so the package will be here when you wake if that meets with your approval.”“I would appreciate that, and offered a tip” I said.“No, No, Mr. Price, no tip please, it is my pleasure to be of service,” and she left.I poured a scotch from the minibar and switched on the TV, muting it on a weather channel and then flipped through the hotel guide that was on the desk. It was the usual listing full of services and advertising. I looked up and the weather channel had the most stunning woman I had seen on this station. She was tall and slender and her figure was as perfect as anyone could describe. She was dressed modestly yet I could tell she was very busty and her hips were perfectly sized to her frame but really provided that hourglass figure that I found attractive.The scotch had not yet effected my brain to the point that arousal was subdued. Within a couple minutes of watching her on the TV my fantasies developed into an erection, such as it was. At this point I need to explain to the reader, all my life I had been embarrassed at how poorly I was equipped. As a school k** I hated gym class, the teasing about my cock and balls reached a new low in high school with names of “Sissy, Girly Boy,” and others left me feeling inadequate.When aroused I was about 4” long and although I was able to pleasure myself and never had a female sexual partner complain, I really was uncomfortable with the way I looked. When not aroused my cock barely showed at all and this is what had led to all my embarrassment. So my arousal over the weather girl barely showed, but my hand went to my hard cock and I began stroking it. I sat the drink down and stripped naked and began stroking as I watched her on the screen. My fantasy was building, she was in my room, and I unzipped her dress letting it fall open in back.I pulled the dress off her shoulders and it fell to the floor, she was wearing a pretty white lace bra and her areolas and nipples showed plainly through the fabric. I stroked faster imagining the sheer lace panties that showed a small strip of hair just above her crease that was tight but pronounced. I ran my hand down her shoulders and unhooked her bra, her tits were full and ripe, I cupped them and felt her hand on my cock.And then I felt myself tense and my orgasm boiled up out of my groin and spurted out of my cock. My semen was hot and slick and I smeared it over the tip of my cock imagining it was her hand with those long slender fingers. And then it was over.I wiped my cum covered fingers on my t-shirt lying on the floor and leaned back in the arm chair I was setting in. My tiny cock throbbed again, oozed a bit of cum, and then, as always, vanished as quickly as it had hardened. I took a sip of scotch, the amber liquid brunt all the way down, and I started to relax. “I need to get to bed,” I thought to myself, took another youwin sip, and then it was dark!“Oh my,” Ah Lam whispered to herself, “You fell asleep in your chair,” she said as she pulled my robe closed over my nakedness without me being aware of her presence. “I am so sorry to disturb you,” she said as she tapped my hand that was resting on the arm of the chair, “the Bellman let me in, I apologize.”I had not been out like a light for more than an hour and my neck was sore from the odd angle in the chair, I rubbed my eyes trying to remember what had happened and thought of my masturbation and glanced down noting my robe was closed, I decided she had not seen my shame.“I have everything on your list,” Ah Lam said, “you should go to bed, I have left my card on the package, call me if you need anything else.” And she let herself out of the room switching off all but the lamp beside the bed. I opened the package and found the toothbrush and paste and after a few minutes in the bathroom went to bed leaving a 7:00 AM wake-up call.The phone rang promptly at 7, I was awake but had not moved. I thanked the clerk for the call and asked for a cab to be ready by 9, “Maranda has taken care of that sir,” the clerk said, “she has also ordered breakfast for you and Ah Lam has left another package for you, I will send it up with breakfast if you are ready.”I thanked her and got into the shower washing the trip off me and then dressed in the under wear in the package and the hotel robe. Just as I came out of the bathroom there was a knock at the door and a waiter rolled a cart into the room.“Shall I put it by the window,” the young woman said, she was the first non-Asian I had seen working here.“Sure,” I said.“Oh, and here is a package for you,” she said and left the room.I looked at the tray, bacon, eggs, hash browns with cheese and onions, and COFFEE! I really needed the coffee and took a sip of the rich black coffee enjoying the bitterness of the drink. I seated myself near the cart and opened the package from Ah Lam, which was marked, PERSONAL AND CONFIDENTIAL, which seemed a bit overkill considering there couldn’t be much in it that would offend anyone.I found a sealed envelope inside with my name written on it is near perfect penmanship and a small cardboard box with Chinese characters on it. I opened the envelope and read as follows:“Please excuse my impertinence, when I entered your room with your package you were exposed and I noticed certain attributes that I may be able to assist you with.” I felt my face flush with a sudden redness, I knew exactly what she was politely trying to say, “your tiny cock”! I continued to read:“In this box is a cream that men of my country have developed to use to increase the size of their manhood. It must be used very carefully as it is very strong. There are instructions included in the box but they are in Chinese so I will translate for you:1. Apply a small pea sized dab of ointment to your penis. 2. Rub it in until it vanishes, cover the entire organ. 3. Apply twice a day only and never more than described at a time. 4. Results are not reversible, the changes are permanent. 5. Over use will cause serious problems.I was shocked and a little upset over this, then I read the final note, “If you are offended with this package please let me know, I will of course offer my apology for invading your privacy, nothing I saw in your room or have mentioned in this note will ever become public knowledge. This very powerful cream has made many Chinese men very happy as well as their sexual partners.”I tossed the note on top of the box and finished breakfast. I tried to fight off anger over what had happened, and then realized I did not have time for anger. I had an important meeting with my client and then a week to enjoy Chinatown and San Francisco, “to hell with her!” I mumbled and then there was a knock at the door. It was the Asian man with my suit, and as promised it was cleaned and pressed. It looked like new and the man left after I signed his slip and passed him a large tip. I couldn’t believe how seamless this process was, probably the first thing on this trip that worked as planned.My meeting went well, so well in fact that I was able to wrap things up early and return to the hotel. In my room I grabbed another scotch and switched on the TV. The weather station was still on and youwin giriş ironically the woman I fantasized about was on again. My cock swelled as it did last night and I stripped, I wanted pleasure now that I wasn’t so tired and there was no fear of a visitor to look at my shame.As I seated myself and began my fantasy I noticed the cardboard box. I laughed at the foolishness of some alleged “Chinese secret penial growth cream” and began stroking my tiny cock. Over my lifetime I had been suckered into the ads about increasing your size through pills, exercises, and devices that did nothing. And I had felt foolish over even thinking they would work. But this seemed different, I guess because there was no cost to me, at least there wasn’t an invoice and I hadn’t signed anything or given her my credit card. Then I thought, “What the hell,” and stopped jerking off. I opened the box, which had two white glass jars with metal lids, each with identical Chinese characters.I opened one, it had no smell and was a very slick looking substance, I touched the tip of my finger in the stuff and rubbed it across my finger tip, it immediately felt warm on my finger tips so I decided if nothing else it would make great lube for my cock. I moved to the bed, stripped naked and I dipped my finger back in and scooped up a generous amount and slathered it all over my hard cock.There was an immediate warming effect and an overall sensitivity that heightened my arousal. I wrapped my hands around my cock and began slowly massaging the cream in and enjoying the feelings it brought to my tiny cock. I began to feel warm all over and moved my other hand down smearing the cream from the base of my cock onto my balls.“WOW,” was all I could think, the pleasure increased and I felt like my entire body was part of my pleasure instead of just my cock. I looked at the TV, my favorite weather girl seemed to jump right off the screen at me, I must have been hallucinating, “Could this shit be some substance that alters my mind and perception as well,” I thought as I increased the rhythm on my cock.She was in my room, taking off that dress, her tits were huge and she was stripped down naked. My pleasure was building, I felt myself losing control, I spread my legs wide open and used both hand to smear the cream over my entire crotch, there was a sensation in my thighs, I wanted her, I wanted her to lay across my cock, to feel her pussy against me, and then this strange feeling came over me.It was not like a usual orgasm, not a cramp deep inside that signaled a release, it was a sense of euphoria, I was warm all over and even my nipples tingled as suddenly a wave of pleasure washed over me, my entire body was reacting to this pleasure and my cock throbbed from way inside me, the cream was still slick and slimy on my hands and my cock. I continued to rub my tiny cock and balls, it was as if my orgasm was taking over my entire body. Yet I had not ejaculated yet, the pleasure grew to the point that I felt delirious.The weather woman stood over me, radiant in her beauty and dripping with sexuality, I wanted her, but strangely I wanted her in a different way, I wanted her close to me, holding me. For the first time in my life my sexual thoughts had nothing to do with my cock, yet my hands were all over my cock and balls, I couldn’t stop. And then I felt that final release, but unlike my normal orgasm there was no sudden contraction of my prostate, a couple squirts of cum, and then it was over.No this time the feelings of pleasure washed over me, from head to toe. In fact my toes curled so hard I thought I would get a cramp in my feet, I pushed my knees up and spread my legs wide as I felt wave after wave of pleasure. And again, my nipples tingled, more than tingled, it was like they were throbbing like my cock. I put both hands on them, slimy and slick with the cream and the pleasure I felt seemed to explode inside of me but from my nipples down to my cock. The weather woman vanished as I closed my eyes and felt the warmth and glow of an orgasm that surpassed anything I had ever felt before.I was moaning with pleasure as I lay on the bed, and then my cock became the center of my pleasure again, throbbing as if the tip would explode, I moved my hands back down leaving my throbbing nipples alone and cupped my cock and balls with my cream covered hands. My cock was so sensitive I could not stand to touch it beyond just holding myself tightly. My last thought was that I had just had an unbelievable out of body sense of pleasure like none other. And I drifted off, unaware of any sound in my room.

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