my fav from darkbodyswap, blog now gone
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Arnaud had a decent normal life, working day to day, travelling for work, and coming home to his wife, but beneath this he had been keeping a secret. For a long time he had a fetish for the idea of transforming into a woman, especially ones in bad situations.
One day he saw a listing online for a medallion that would allow the owner to change themselves at will while wearing it. He knew he couldn’t leave this potential once in a lifetime opportunity behind, so he bought it. Obviously he couldn’t test it and risk his wife finding out, so he waited just a short while to be sent out on a business trip.
While on the trip he had a day to himself in the hotel in between work, pulling the medallion from his bag, and following the instructions he had been given to activate it, willing the medallion to turn him into a sexy girl. Much to his surprise, the medallion glowed and he started to change, and within a moment a naked blonde sat on his bed where his previous form had been a moment before.
He spent the rest of the day locked in his room, playing with and exploring his body for hours, but when the time came to change back before the next day, he felt as though something was missing. He knew if he really wanted to be fulfilled, he needed to push it further next time.
It was months until his next trip, but nearly every day he was hungry to go further every day telling himself “Just another few weeks till my next assignment.” Lucky for him, it wasn’t long at all, finding himself in downtown Los Angeles just a few weeks later. Even better, since it was far from home he had a full 3 days to himself without work. This time he had a plan, and moments after waking up on his first free day, he pulled out the medallion. This time was different, his body was smaller, his skin darker, even his clothes changed with the power of the medallion, he was now a small Mexican immigrant woman, dressed in gaudy clothes and makeup as if she came fresh from the ghetto.
-”Maldita sea, este cuerpo se ve muy cachondo!” (Damn, this body looks slutty as hell!)
His hand covers his mouth at the shock of a new language and voice.
-”Ay mierda! Ya ni siquiera puedo hablar inglés!” (Oh shit! I can't even speak English anymore!)
-”Mmm, tal vez debería caminar por el gueto y ver si encajo. Tengo tres días para explorar, por supuesto~.” (Mmm, maybe I should walk around the ghetto and see if I fit in. I've got three days to explore of course~.)
Arnaud, or Arnita as he chose to call himself now, explored for 3 days, walking the streets as he got catcalled by gangbangers and men on the street, not looking at all out of place, going back to the hotel every night to satisfy his slutty body on his own.
But one night, when he tried to enter his room, one of the mexican handymen spotted him and yelled at him at the door.
-“Hey bitch! What are you doing here !”
-“Oh mierda, no por favor escuchame, es una brauma” Arnita began crying like the poor woman she was supposed to be
-“No hablas ingles, Entiendes, no quieres problemas con tu papi. Únicamente...sabe...chupame y I will close my eyes on your case.”
Arnita was very scared, it would be the first time she was really treated as the puta she is now...and she felt...Very horny. If she wanted to take back her life, he would have to have suck this handyman’s cock.
After she sucked the handyman’s cock, this man left her to sneak back to her room. Arnita was crying when she changed back, completely humiliated having the first cock he ever sucked be that of a poor handyman. God, Arnaud thought, he could have been stuck as an insignificant ghetto girl! Sure, he has to be careful with this thing ! When he left the hostel this day, he saw this handyman who took advantage of him once again. From his male point of view, this man was very insignificant, small and pretty shy….but hours ago, when he was Arnita, he was powerful, taller than him/her and very dangerous. That thinking about it made him scared...and very horny.
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He still felt that lingering desire at the back of his mind telling him to go further. Luckily he was barely home at all before being sent out again, this time to Senegal. His trip would be quite a bit shorter, but with how strong the hungry desire had become he wasn’t bothered.
He was sent to this country with subordinates of his job. During the plane trip, he wondered how these young and inexperienced colleagues would look at him after his transformation into a local girl. Everybody will be taller than him and sure they will treat him as a dumb girl from third world. What’s for sure, it’s that even the young secretary, Brittany, will be above her on the social scale. About Brittany, she’s a subordinate coworker that’s in a relationship with a friend of his, but Arnaud has multiple affairs with her during this kind of travel. But this time, Arnaud has much more attention directed on this medaillon than Brittany.
He once again wasted no time, desperate to push his needs even further, shrinking down from a tall white businessman to a petite West African girl. Getting his bearings in his new body multiple things became more apparent, not only was he a small local girl, he once again didn’t know any English, and this new body was extremely horny. The more he lingered the more there was no denying it, his new body was completely addicted to sex. Moments later he found himself walking the streets of a slum, stopping at the corner, asking and gesturing at any man who passed by for a free fuck. Part of his mind tried to stop him, but he was far too deep. He spent the next two days on that corner going with any man he saw. Local men, tourists, even some of his fellow coworkers on the trip, any dick he could get his hands on, fucking and sucking for hours, still unable to be satisfied.
During these days, he went multiple times in his colleague’s room as a hooker. Men who just days ago were pathetic subordinate workers now towering over her and treating her like a piece of street trash with no future. She can't understand what this man is saying about him but she knows she was the best cock sucker. Arnaud tried to stop himself but he couldn't, his urge was too strong. He has to suck cock. The last day, he sucked his last cock. He slept with all of his perverted young subordinates...who treat him as a simple hooker from Senegal. Each time, they asked him two questions that made him feel more diminished and very humiliated, forcing himself to play out the persona: “what’s your name and what’s your age ?”. Each time Arnaud answered the same “Aminata, 21 years old”... a name more exotic and an age much younger than his previous one and young than all the colleagues. To anyone aside from Arnaud, this name and age were perfectly believable, his image fitting it undeniably. When he left this room this final day, he met Brittany. This girl seems now so tall and intimidating. She tried to speak with her angrily. Aminata didn't get it but she knew she was in big trouble, she knew how Brittany could be conservartive and evil with people below her...and Arnaud, in this form, was just a mouse in front of a tiger. Arnaud ran to his room while Britanny yelled at ther. Aminata caught the medaillon and became Arnaud again.
When Brittany knocked on his door, Arnaud opened it and saw she was accompanied by a local policeman “Have you seen a petite black hooker ?”
-“What no, why ?”
-“Well, I spied on her during three days, I’m sure she is a thief and slept free with our young colleagues to steal computer or phone”
Arnaud knew she was lying but he could say anything.
-“Well, if I see her, I will tell you.”
-“You have to mister, said the policeman, if we catch her, she will be directly sent to jail !”
Arnaud was scared, if he had been two minutes slower, he could have ended his life as a petite african hooker in the worst jail of this shithole because of Brittany...and he felt very horny that this insignificant little secretary could change his life forever...for the worst.
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Despite everything he had done, something still felt as if it was not enough, just as he had the previous times he had used the medallion.
When he got back home he was dealt a blow, his job told him he had been on enough business trips for a while, and they didn’t intend to send him on any more for a long while.
At the beginning, it was fine for him. He took too much of a risk and he can’t take more risks to lose his white and rich life, especially after two close calls. When he thought of what he did, he felt disgusted...but each day, he thought that was bad luck to end as a nymphomaniac who can’t control her body...and each time, he told himself that he wanted to test it more, he couldn’t resist his urges. One day, he watched a documentary about poor women in the street of Bangkok and thought to himself he could be part of them. They were sexy ,very petite and very weak, all what he liked.
He decided there was only one way to satisfy his needs, he called his job and asked for a vacation, buying plane tickets to Thailand, deciding to stay in a hostel to save money. He told his wife it was just another business trip and left for the plane. Upon arrival he went to his hostel and unpacked in his room, the many prostitutes along the streets on the trip to the hostel giving him an idea for the evening.
He told himself he would be careful not to lose control, and once again dug through his luggage. Once more the medallion went to work as he began his metamorphosis entirely into a Thai hooker. First, his body shrunk and everything in his room became big around him. His hair grew and was perfectly jet black. He shrunk again very drastically, becoming shorter than even the most common Thai girls. Everything became huge and he let the medaillon fall from his new tiny hand.
The transformation was half over, he was still completely with his clothes and all his skills and intelligence remained. He felt how his shirt and his tie were now huge on him. That was a clear signal that in this body that he will not be able to wear this man's clothes by far. In this size, even the clothes of his tiny wife would be way too big.
He masturbated for the first time in this new small body he loved so much. Even the bed was too big for him.
But, something was off in this half transformation. He was not completely in this kind of role he was before. Not totally “transformed”, just physically, and not even as far as his clothes like before. He took his laptop and tried a new experience with the medaillon, his previous caution eroding to his desire. First, he read his last report and after he took the medaillon to see what would happen in his brain. He tried to read it again but he understood nothing. Too many big words and difficult concepts. It made him very horny. His fingers dragged along his panty covered slit as he felt his head get more and more empty. He read after an English article about the latest news, he took the medaillon and he began to have difficulties to read in English...and after a few minutes, he thinks and speaks totally in Thai.
“เชี่ย!” he said in Thaï.
He tried to speak in English but he had a very broken accent...that made him feel very funny and more horny !
This time, he knew it, he had total control of the situation. He was horny but not as horny as when he was Aminata.
He took the medaillon and he masturbated without any fear of new transformations, or anything unexpected. This time, his clothes changed to take the form of a cheap t shirt and skirt. After he came, he looked at his body, he was a perfect thai whore. He felt a final electric sensation but he couldn't tell what happened this time, he was already a perfect tiny slut.
He then went out, strutting down the street smiling dumbly as he saw the looks men were giving him, wondering if any would end up paying him to spend some time with them before the night was done.
He continued like that walking and flirting around Bangkok, teasing the men in broken English.
He met the whore he saw earlier. He was one of them now. If his wife, Brittany or his colleague met him amongst the other girl, they couldn't find him and see the difference between him and the other girls.
Well, there is a difference, the other girl was now taller than Arnaud or much simpler, he was much smaller. When he met them before, they were kind and very sexy...but now, they seem very scary and intimidating.
He tried to make contact with them...afterall, he was like them now, speaks like them, dumb like them...Each time, he approached one of them ,they avoided him.
At the end of the day, he goes to a local bar where there are a lot of girls like them. They looked at him like he was a piece of garbage. Finally two girls came to him, towered him like he was a fish in front of two big sharks
They said to him in thai :
“Do you know how to read bitch ?”
“Wha...What ?” said Arnaud
“It’s say it’s forbidden to peasant like you ! Here, it’s a VIP club for girl like us to wait there customer. We saw you all day try to steal our customer. But you are forbidden to work here ! Here, it’s for girl like us to attract occidental man. You, you are so tiny that you only deserve to suck local dick and strange taste ! Come on, go away midget or we call the cops ! “
With a big slap on his butt, Arnaud ran away from this bar and this quarter. He decided to go back to this hostel, something went very wrong, he didn’t want to go this far...being blow of this fucking cunt ! They treated him like he was nothing !
Wait a minute, they were right ! He was a fucking poor peasant. He didn’t have fancy dress like them but cheap tshit and skirt...and...and… he look at all the sign in the street, he don’t know how to read in English but in Thaï too ! He just realised how deep was this transformation. He was not only a local girl of Thailand, he was a peasant without education ! That was the final transformation he felt before he left his room. Fuck he though, he have to find his way back, quickly...but how without knowing how to read or write and even hooker from here don’t want to talk to him...or her. He walk in different street to find his way back but the more he searched, the more he found him into a local street without white people. Now he was reduced to flirting with local men to find his way back...
After a time, things took a turn for him however. As he was resting against the wall of a local store, a pissed off looking man grabbed her by the arm, clearly a gangster or pimp of the area. -”Hey! Stupid whore! I haven’t seen you around here, the fuck are you doing here? This is our territory, anyone whoring themselves out here belong to us!” -”Sorry sorry, I no know what you talking about.” -”Cut that bullshit, are you one of our girls or are you just some street garbage slut?” -”I no know! I come alone!” -”Alone huh? There’s two ways we can go with this, either you pass me some cash and I act like I didn’t see you here, or you come with me.” -”B-But I no have money!..” -”You really must be a stupid slut if you don’t have any cash on you, I bet you’ve been giving out blowjobs for free or some shit! It doesn’t matter anyway, I’m taking you to the boss.” -”W-Wait no! No! I need go back!” The massive man dragged Arnaud away to a car kicking and crying, driving all the way to his boss’ brothel, still sobbing and crying over his abduction. -”I hear you’re doing service in our territory without asking, is that true?” -”I-I know nothing I know nothing!” -”God, I’m already tired of this stupid bitch. Just put her to work with some clients, dumb whore probably won’t even resist. And besides, since shes alone we can just keep her here for good.” -”N-No please! Have go back!! Please!!”
-”Shut it, you’re gonna be a hit with the tourists.” Arnaud kicked and screamed even more as he was taken away to a room, locked in and forced to service his first of many many clients, only hoping that he could find a way to escape and get back to the medallion soon.
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Three days after
After three days without information, Sarah, Arnaud’s wife, went to Thaïland with his secretary Brittany and her husband Ben. Ben was one of the friends of Arnaud and a private detective. When they entered the hostel room, everything was fine. All Arnaud’s stuff was here. They asked the staff if they saw something suspicious. The staff told them they only saw usual stuff : rich white men and young prostitutes.
“This asshole ! I was sure he was into that kind of stuff” Sarad said to Ben and Brittany when they came back to his room.
“I’m sorry Sarah said Ben but I don’t think Arnaud was the kind of guy who would do this kind of stuff.”
“Honey, please...give us a break, I have to talk with Sarah” said Britanny.
Ben left the room. Something was odd. He knew Arnaud had his secrets guarded but he knew that he was not the kind of guy to sleep with a prostitute...and worst, poor prostitute. Arnaud was rich, powerful and could date all the girls he wanted. And if he wanted to sleep with a girl of his choice, he could pay an escort. That was weird.
Ben walked to the street thinking about his own problem. Maybe Arnaud left everything because he was fed up with his wife ? Ben thought about his own couple. For 2 years, Brittany talked to him like shit. They didn’t have sex since 6 months. He knew there would soon be a time to ditch her.
During his walk, he saw that there was a petite hooker in the street looking miserable, what a poor life he thought.
In the meantime, Sarah and Brittanny talk about what happened
“I’m just here for the insurance Brit’! I don’t care what happened to Arnaud”
“I know Sarah but really, you don’t want to know if he is captured, in jail...or worst ?”
“Nope, to know that he is now stuck as a poor local girl is sufficient for me”
“What an evil plot you had Sarah...I mean ditch your husband like that and steal all his money”
“It was not so easy, It took me a month. First, I have to implant this fetish into his brain and put the medaillon I found in a boot sale online. At the beginning he just spent his days watching porn or images of poor women. And finally, he bought it. At this time, I knew he dreamed all day to become weaker, smaller and female. I was so disappointed the last time you told me you saw him as a nigerian prostitute. We could have stuck him in a jail for a long time… but look at us now ! We are rich ! Planning our next move !”
“I love you so much Sarah ! I felt so ashamed that I had an affair with him…”
“Don’t worry girl, that's an old story now.”
“So about the next move, like I told you I am fed up with Ben...I already implant some submissive fetish in his brain. Before, I could say nothing to him but now I treated him like shit. I even had sex with him since months haha! And now it’s his time to discover the power of the medaillon.”
“But it works only with willpower of the transformee you know”
“Did you notice how submissive Ben is now ? Have you noticed how naive and obedient he is ? Look how I told him to leave us alone hahah. Well I think he will be back in no time.”
After 3 days of investigation, Ben found no trace of Arnaud. It seems to him that Brittany and Sarah were not really pro active but he didn’t care. One day, he found a lead about a young prostitute called Aranya who whored herself near the hostel but Sarah and Brittany told him that was a false lead. They were probably right though Ben.
During our travel back to home, Brittany and Sarah explained to Ben that they have a lead in Los Angeles downtown when Arnaud rented a room one time. Ben thought that was odd but he listened to their plan.
EPILOGUE
It’s been three months that Ben or Benita was undercover on the lead given by Brittany. They told him about some latina mafia who tried to rob money from Arnaud. They showed him the medaillon and told him to go undercover. Sure Ben protested but Sarah and Brittany had a pretty strong argument. Ben knew a perfect way to go undercover, he had to transform into a perfect unnoticed person theyd never suspected...that’s why he was now Benita...a young and illegal immigrant from Mexico unable to speak any English and clearly very dumb.
From Ben’s point of view, it was the perfect plan to infiltrate the latina mafia as a maid and find Arnaud again. At the beginning Ben didn’t find any clue about the existence of this mafia. He called Sarah and Brittany to tell them it was a dead end. They told him in his new native language that because he is not closer to any male. Maybe he have to be a “puta” and not only a maid. Benita tried to reason with girls...but his or her new tiny brain can’t argue with them. As new thoughts and urges started to creep in, any chance of Ben resisting quickly disappeared behind his submissiveness.
After having sex during one week, Benita didn’t find any clue of this mafia… she was now known as a cheap hooker of the quarter by latin bullies. Known only as a cheap side piece for gang bangers that would always ask weird questions about local mafias unless you remind her of her place. He tried to call Brittany and Sarah but they didn’t answer their phone. One time he tried to call at their work but he couldn't understand what they said in English. So Benita keeps going on having sex with boys and never talking back hoping one day she will find any clue of Arnaud disappearance.
Unfortunately for Arnaud, that would never happen. Days, weeks, and months passed, as he remained a Thai whore trapped sucking thousands of cocks and getting fucked by strangers similarly tied in fate to Ben across the planet. He had learned the risks of playing with dangerous magic and desire, but he would never get a chance to act on that lesson. He would never see his old life again, and he would gain a reputation forever as Aranya, the cheapest hooker in all of Bangkok, a slave to her pimps and her customers' cocks.
