My Life as a Trans Sexual Escaped Belly Dancer
A silly little sex adventure story
by Michael Safdiah July 2000

I've lived on the East Coast all my life, except for the years I spent as a male trans-sexual belly dancer while imprisoned by Bedouin Arabs.  They had kidnapped me from the Cairo Night club where I worked for the spoiled rotten Arab Prince for money.   He was a kid, his family gave him too much shelter and too much money, and he was endowed, boy was he hung.  Sex with him was part of the deal, he said he loved me.  He couldn't be openly gay, not him, not with his family, and never in that part of the world.  He loved me, or said he did, and wanted to ransom me, but when he learned that I was previously a man, he was too embarrassed to bail me out.

The sex change happened because I once had a very large penis, I was broke and sick of the life here in New York, no money, no jobs, drugs and thieves all around me.  I was always being taken advantage of because of my size, and decided that if I didn’t have it, I’d have a real chance to find a man who would love me for who I really am.  I finally decided to have a sex change thanks to a faggoty Swedish MD named Simon who agreed to do the job but since I had no money and a very large penis he wanted me to be his stud pony for six months.  Then he'd agreed to do the job on me. I never knew whether people loved me for my cock, or my charm, and now that the dick is off, lots fewer people are interested in me any longer. so I was forced to use my huge cock, my very nemesis, to enable me to escape from it. .

I'm considered very handsome even for a woman, and my surgeon friend never really removed my cock, he simply placed all my nerve endings inside, so I'd always retain the sensations I had before.  He even placed some of the nerves against my asshole, so when I get butt fucked it's like no feeling anyone has ever felt before.   Some of my bones were rearranged also, and when I asked Simon about that, he smiled and said that one day I would thank him. My first few months as a woman were a revelation.  They really have it worse then men do, and I was never really a woman in my mind.  I was just a man without a penis.  I also was stuck in the same shadow world of creatures of the night.

Worse, there was a gang of Moslem Fundamentalists who marked me for death because they said I practiced sacrilege and blasphemy.  My escape was only possible thanks to a camel herder who was taking a caravan through Tibet, and allowed me to masquerade as one of his wives.  I developed a taste for yogurt, and the herder was kind to me.  Of course he brutalized me, repeatedly (yummy) but his life took a tragic end when a band of Chinese runaway soldiers raided and looted the caravan, killed him, and stole me as their prize.

Not all Chinese are teeney - the kind and beautiful lieutenant who was assigned to guard me was hung like a monster, almost rivaling my former and now sadly lost weenie... Late one night he brought me some fragrant tea.  The aroma of an exotic incense filled the air, and I became talkative.  I told him how I came to become a fallen woman.  He shyly showed me his emperor-sized love pole.  He gave me a knowing look, as though he'd been saving something special for a long time, and brought out a small jade jar containing some green silvery gel, and slowly applied it to my hole.   Our eyes met and never left one another.  My body began to tingle and relax immediately.  Expanding waves emanated from my groin, and I knew my hole would open wide and accept anything, and yet I was in total control of it, and I could squeeze and caress anything I wanted.  I wanted him, and I was insatiable, and he knew it.  He smeared his cock with some more of the strange gel, and it grew even larger than before.  It was already larger than anything I’d ever seen.  I'd never seen anything like it.  He made love to me with it virtually non-stop for six nights in a row while the rest of his comrades thought he was guarding me.

One morning I awoke to find that he had shaved every male hair from my body.  My head was left untouched, but the rest of me was super smooth.  He proceeded to caress me and massage me. I wondered at the smoothness of  my skin, I hadn’t ever felt that before.  This time he kissed me  and again filled me with his immense log of a cock.  I never felt more fulfilled.  He told me the hair would not grow back, and that I now belonged to him.  It was nice to hear, I already was feeling that way.  I convinced Ming-Li to allow me to escape with him, and abandon the others.  It was good that he agreed, because I was starting to feel strange when he wasn't inside of me.

We slipped away one morning while there was a sandstorm, and we struggled for days until we stumbled into a narrow crevice in the rocks, and tumbled down into a beautiful green valley.  Ming landed on top of me and immediately got erect again, and began burrowing underneath my clothes.  It had been a whole day since we’d made love.  The shepherds who found us fucking on the sweet smelling grass tied us up to long poles and carried us off into Shangri-La where we were surprised to be greeted as guests.  However, before we could be released some customary time had to pass.   So we were locked up in a beautiful house, with servants, and exotic foods.  It was there that Ming (my new husband) seemed absent-minded one evening and was pushing his rice around in his bowl.
"What’s wrong, isn’t the rice all right?"
"I was just thinking, do you love me?"
"I’ve never felt this way before, you’re the best lover I ever had"
"Is it just because of my cock?  You too were cursed with a large one and you had it removed to prove who really loved you.  Maybe I should do the same, and we can marry and live together like lesbians"

That was the craziest thing I’d ever heard of, for one thing I’d lose this wonderful joy stick, and for another, who would there be to screw him and me?
I was overwhelmed by the gesture, but tried to talk him out of it, not being able to bear the loss of that steady and now essential feeling of him in me.  He had begun to think that I only wanted him for you-know-what.  Sound familiar?

I spoke with one of the servants about it -- a smooth skinned and very handsome young man named Ki who’d been eyeing me ever since we arrived.  He always lowered his gaze when I would catch him staring.   I think somehow he’d learned that I’d once been a Man.  One afternoon when Ming was sleeping after our lovemaking, Ki asked me if I wanted tea, and when he brought it, I invited him to sit with me.  The scent of opium incense was somewhere, it was fragrant, intoxicating.  Oil lamps glowed on warm tapestries, reflected thousands of times in the warm, pink polished stone floors.   A harp played in the distance.  He sat opposite me on a cushion, his knees apart, legs crossed lotus position, so I could see he had also been gifted by the gods.   His skin shimmered, luminescent with the reflections of the lights.  Now it was his turn to catch me staring.  The only man I’d had since so long was Ming, and some change of diet would never hurt.  Ki was long and slender, and his cock matched the rest of him. It’s full un-erect length lazily drooped down and lay on the floor on the inside of his sarong.  If that ever grew it would be source of joy.  I became bolder, and my eyes spoke my desires, as he rose and walked across to me, and lifted me in his arms.   I was amazed that such a lean man was so strong, it felt great to be held and carried in his arms.  His cock had started to lengthen, and it wasn’t even erect yet, but it seemed longer than anything I’d seen.   Perhaps because it was narrow.  I began to lick the head, and as I did so, it began to thicken and get harder.  I took as much of it into my mouth and throat as I could,  I know when I have eight inside me, and yet as I looked at what remained outside, it looked as though there was at least another four!   Still, I had no problem allowing it all to slide into me.  It never really got totally hard, and remained flexible, so I began to fuck it with my throat.  I found myself soaking his balls with my saliva, and running my hands around his small round butt and playing with his washboard abs.   He wasn’t moaning as much as he was breathing as though he was in ecstasy   I concentrated on my newly found treasure.  It was already almost fully inside me, and I could feel his strong pulse in the deepest part of my throat.    His balls started to tense, and I knew from the salty tastes I was experiencing that he was close.  He abruptly stopped, and laid me on my back.

He placed his head down onto my vagina, and began to kiss it, and thrust his tongue deeply inside me.  My nerve endings were giving me electric shocks thanks to Simon’s handiwork, and he said he’d never seen a formerly man with such a beautiful pussy.   I began to feel as though I would cum. He never stopped deeply licking  my opening with long slow strokes, and then I noticed his cock had replaced his mouth.  He was entering my slippery wet hole.  He stopped halfway in, and gradually withdrew, allowing the wetness to get me used to his size, then he began to come forward into me again, and again stopped at the halfway mark.  I begged him for the rest of it, and he smiled, so warmly, and began the full trip into my deep warm cavern.  It was so different then Ming.  For one thing Ming is very fat, long and wide, and each time we fucked I was stretched to my limits and totally overpowered by his enormity.  Ki was long, and manageable, and the feeling was totally different.   I was able to feel every inch of his traveling in me.  He continued slowly and steadily for a while, but as he began to climax again, he picked up the pace and the force.

Long, deep powerful steady strokes were my reward.  I wasn’t split; the entire effect was one of feeling him sweep smoothly along my chute, and deep into me.  I wasn’t stretched, but I sure was fucked.  Once again, I thanked Simon.

A few hours later, although it didn’t seem like it, he collapsed beside me, and asked me how he could serve me.  I told him of Ming’s request, and that if Ming got his wish, we’d both need someone to take care of our needs.  Ki understood at once, and told me how beautiful a woman Ming would make.  Strange, I thought, since Ming was so massively masculine, yet so smooth.  However there was a problem, he said:
"How would we ever justify such an operation inside this holy city?"

Ki was  lying next to me when Ming came in one day, and he calmly asked if we had been playing around.  My embarrassed smile gave him his answer.  He seemed upset.   He sat down and looked dejected, and Ki immediately went over to kneel behind him and began to softly rub his shoulders and neck, whispering that he only wished to please the two of us, and that he would love to please Ming as well.   He began to kiss Ming’s ears and neck, and all the while stroking his head, and tenderly massaging his chest.  Ming was very well developed, and I was getting very turned on to watch Ki and Ming responding to one another.    Ming seemed to be fighting it, but his cock began to grow.  Ki’s expert hands were already on my husband’s thighs and brushing gently against his ever growing manhood.   Ki gently pushed Ming backwards onto the cushions and began to lick his chest, allowing his mouth to dwell on his nipples.   He seated himself on Ming’s lap so that he was bending forward to face him, all the while keeping his mouth working on Ming.    I walked over to where Ming and Ki were and began to kiss Ki’s hole, and also licking Ming’s now engorged cock head.   Ki was now pressing his small ass against Ming’s cock head with little success.   It was clear that he very much wanted to accept Ming inside of him.  Ming sat up, and lifted the surprised Ki over his head, laying him gently down on the cushions, and drew his face against Ki’s butt.  Ming was dripping with saliva, and his long tongue was strongly probing Ki’s ass.

He produced the small Jade jar of the green gel, and placed a tiny dab of it against Ki’s hole, and an amazing thing happened.   Ki’s hole began to expand and open on its own accord, and Ming placed his now half-grown cock against the opening, and with some pushing, slid in.  It looked as though it was going to be difficult for Ki, but after a few short strokes, Ming had already made it most of the way, and his cock had grown to its fullest,   Ki’s eyes were glazed over, and he was whispering, babbling and begging for Ming to possess him.   With each withdrawal stroke Ming took, he exposed a larger and longer cock.  Ki’s sphincter was pulsing and contracting around Ming.  Grabbing it, even though he was stretched beyond imagination.  I sat there amazed at how such a small-boned man could take such a tool, and I was jealous too.    I wanted to be part of their play.

Ming’s cock was all thickness and veins now, I could see it pulsing and I knew it would be over in no time. Ming whimpered and grunted while his semen spilled out as he plowed Ki mercilessly.  Ki’s balls disappeared, and he shot copiously all over his smooth belly and neck, as though he hadn’t cum in a month.  Ming gradually withdrew the largest thing I’d seen, and lifted me up in his arms, and let me slide down on it, mixing his and Ki’s juices, and entering me with love in his eyes.   Ki helped lower me onto Ming, who was still erect.  He never pulled out of me, but leaned over and gave Ki a long, passionate kiss, all the while stroking Ki’s long smooth cock steadily and relentlessly to bring Ki to yet another orgasm.  It was clear who was the master here.

We rested and bathed one another for the remainder of the afternoon, and talked about Ming’s desire to have his sex changed.   Ki tried to talk him out of it,  as it was clear he now also didn’t wish to lose Ming as a stud.   Ki told us he’d wanted to join with us ever since he first saw us, and that he loved each of us.   I was thrilled because I had two holes I could use and two loving men who would use me, and one another, to their hearts content.

There was only one doctor in all of the city who had the capability to do the job, and that was the personal physician to the Dalai Lama.  We needed permission.  This meant we had to get an audience with His Holiness..    How would we ever explain our needs!
TO BE CONTINUED...
 

Three months had gone by and our lives were settling into a wonderful blissful haze.  Ki had been moved permanently into our household, and we couldn’t have been happier.  Of course Ming was my number one, but Ki was gradually becoming my spiritual mate, my best friend-confidant.   It was easy to understand why, because when we made love, or just when we were together doing nothing, I felt loved by someone who really cared for me, rather than someone who just owned me.

Ming was comfortable to allow us to do that without him at times, and at times he took Ki away for himself too.   There was something very familiar about Ki’s eyes, and then I realized what it was:  Oh shit, Ki was Jimmy.  The second I recognized it, he seemed to know that I had realized who he was, and his look told me I was right.
"My Sixth, or Seventh sense told me it was you, I’d always know you no matter where, you always look different but some things never change.  Why didn’t you say something!"
"I thought you ought to have the thrill of meeting someone new, and besides, Ki is not aware that I’m him.  Why ruin it for him?"
"But you are Ki, I’m speaking with you!"
"Right now, yes you are, but he’s still unaware that this conversation is happening."
"why is the happening to me!"

"Look, in New York you’re a sex change, and the police are looking for you in connection with a boy slave trading ring, the guys at the youth home in the west village think you are dealing in young boys for the mob, the mob wants you for running away from the club they had you working in to go to Cairo, the Arabs in Cairo want to have you killed, you’re stuck here in this palace in Shangri-La trying to NOT get a sex change for a lunk-head boyfriend of a runaway Chinese soldier of fortune, who wants to lose his dick because he imagines he’ll find true love.  Shall I continue?  The Llama would be only too happy to assist you, because by his nature he’s the coolest person on the planet, but he’s going to talk you out of it because Ming’s deluded in his reasoning.  And besides, His Holiness has plans for him in the palace.  Ki will stay here for the duration of his life, and be Ming’s master.   Do you want to stay here in this, or do you want to vanish with me one more time?