Tracey

But now I had to decide what to wear for the journey and what to pack, for there was no way I was going to get all that I'd bought into four, correction, three suitcases. But I managed to get them shut, with his help and then helped him pack his.

We let Toni and Pieter stay over for the night as they would be leaving on the following day, so we said our goodbyes and went off to the airport. We had a drink in the First Class lounge before boarding and it was simply heaven. It was a twelve hour flight and I couldn't fault the food or the service. The cabin lights were dimmed about ten o'clock for people to get some sleep and I snuggled up next to Marcus with a blanket covering us both and played with his dick beneath it.

'Is Pieter's prick as big as yours? Toni says he's got a big one,' I asked him.

'We're about the same size in all things,' he replied.

'Have you been with Pieter?'

'We shared the same room in college,' Marcus answered, evading the question so I guessed he had but didn't pursue it and settled down to sleep.

We were woken up at what would be about two in the morning, England time, for breakfast as it would be about midday when we landed because of the time difference. A car was waiting for us when we cleared customs and I was glad that he hadn't packed his gun or we wouldn't have got into the country. I was thrilled at how exotic the place was. The strange signs, hundreds of them adorning the streets, written in Chinese and some with English words on them, and the people! There seemed to be thousands of them milling about the streets seeming to ignore the traffic. Street vendors galore and the bright colours, the smell of spices along with that of sewage. It was without doubt, a strange and exciting place.

Our hotel was on the waterfront and when we got to our room, high up, I found that we faced the harbour and little boats could be seen criss crossing the short distance between Kowloon, where we were, and Hong Kong island itself.

'This is wonderful,' I exclaimed to Marcus who joined me at the big window and put his arm round my shoulder. 'Look at how the water sparkles in the sunlight and all those boats making little waves and almost upsetting others that are moving slower than the rest. Thank you for bringing me here.' I turned and kissed him and that led to other things and so we were soon in bed and I had him behind and rogering me.

We slept for an hour or two for it was still early morning to our body clock though it was the afternoon where we were. We went and had a bath that was big enough for both of us to get into and big enough to have sex in which we did. I sat on his lap and had room to stretch my legs out as I hung onto his shoulders as I rode on his tool till he came inside me.

We finished our bath and got dressed to go and take a walk to savour the pleasing sights, sounds and smells of China. I was fascinated by all that I saw, especially the little covered markets where the stalls were crammed very close together and all selling different things. From fruit and veg to fish and pottery with maybe an ironmonger in the middle and that's not counting the little stalls that were serving all varieties of food for you to sit down and eat. Rice, fish, stewed eels, prawns and meat things that I couldn't say from what animal it came from. It was wonderful.

We dressed for dinner that night and had a feast of all the little dishes of food that makes the Chinese cooking famous for. I didn't go much on the rice wine though so we had a bottle of wine that we knew and it washed down the meal perfectly. Full to bursting, we went back up to our room and I gave as much of myself to Marcus that I could for such a wonderful experience he was giving me, and that included having me in bed.

We went sightseeing the next day, taking the Star ferry across to the island and going up to the peak and having that wonderful view that will be one of my most treasured moments for all times. It was when we were back on the Kowloon side, walking through the crowded streets that I saw this night club that was obviously a transvestite one, and so, after we had showered and got dressed to go out, I talked Marcus in us going to see the show that it advertised.

Though it was reasonably dim inside, I could still see that many of the patrons were women, or possibly some were not, but they made up half the audience. The show had already started but we found a table and those that came on the stage to sing and dance were very good. One that struck me was an Oriental performer, wearing a cheongsam and had just begun her song when she got a foot caught up in the microphone cable and fell over and obviously hurt her arm.

She was helped off the stage and the compere said that as none of the other girls were ready yet, there would be a small intermission. I just couldn't resist the sudden impulse I got. You know the old saying about the roar of the greasepaint and the smell of the crowd. Once it's in your blood, it never goes away.

I got up and gave Marcus a swift kiss and went over to the stage and spoke to the compere. I wondered what Marcus would say to what I was going to do, but I went on anyway and got up onto the stage.

'Ladies and gentlemen,' he announced. 'A young lady from England as offered to fill this intermission for your continued enjoyment.' I was speaking to the leader of the trio that played the songs for the girls and found out what she, the girl who had fallen, had been about to sing. I knew the two that was going to sing and said that I would follow their lead. 'Let me introduce,' the compere continued, 'Miss Tracey Spencer!'

There was mild applause as I took the microphone and with the spotlight on me, I couldn't see Marcus and I hoped he wasn't squirming at me doing this. I followed the lead of the trio and sang both of the songs and got a wonderful ovation with calls and hand clapping and a hand kiss from the compere.

I felt very flushed and exhilarated as I left the stage and went and sat down with Marcus. People at the next table clapped me again as I smiled and thanked them and then smiled at Marcus. He smiled back and gave me a kiss.

'That was wonderful,' he said and we were interrupted by the girl who had fallen, coming to our table, her arm in a sling.

'May I sit down?' she asked.

'Of course,' Marcus said, getting up and pulling out a chair.

'What you did was wonderful,' she said as she sat down. Marcus signalled a waiter for some drinks. 'My name is May Ling.'

'Well you heard mine from the stage. It's Tracey Spencer, well really it's Kane and this is my husband, Marcus.' They shook hands.

'You've been on the stage before,' she said.

'Yes. That was before I got married.'

'You don't sing now?'

'No.'

'Well I'm glad for that for you could put me out of a job.'

We all laughed at the back handed compliment.

'I wouldn't dream of doing that. We're only here for the week. It's our honeymoon.'

'Well congratulations.'

'Thank you, and I must say I think that dress you're wearing is divine.'

'This old thing? If you're here for a week, you can have one or even two made for you in no time.'

'I'd like that but I'm afraid that I would have a problem wearing one. Bits of me would show in such a tight dress.'

'Bits? Please explain bits?'

'Well I'm like you and used to sing on the stage but always had to wear a wide dress.'

'I still don't understand. Like me? On the stage?' I took hold of her hand and pulled it under the table and put it to my crotch.

'Oh my goodness!' she exclaimed. 'I wouldn't have guessed.' Her eyes were very wide. 'You look so perfect! I didn't even think that you were a male, yet you say you are married to, er, Marcus? Surely you mean he is your partner?'

'No. We are married,' and I went on to tell her of our wedding and she was amazed that we'd got away with it. 'Anyway, it's that my bits would show if I wore a dress like yours.'

'Not if you're wearing what I am.' Now she took my hand and put it down to her crotch and I felt a smooth surface that was slightly on the hard side. 'It's a special thong that holds me in. Would you like to see one? I have a spare one in the dressing room.'

'Oh yes please. Can Marcus come too. He would be fascinated at what goes on back there.'

'Of course, come.' She stood up and so did we to follow May Ling backstage to the tiny dressing room that all these clubs seem to have. It was bedlam like any other place. Men without their wigs putting on make-up while another one screams that he can't find the right dress and so on. This dressing room had like a central table with mirrors and seats on both sides, four on each side and behind them were the hangers for their clothes. May Ling pushed her way down to the far end which put her as either number one or number two in the pecking order of the place. This is because by being at the far end, you don't get jostled by the others as they move about, but with the mirrors either side, I couldn't tell if she was number one or number two. Marcus and I pressed ourselves up against the wall to give her room to move and she delved about and came up with a soft leather thong that had a small pouch and it even had a small indentation in the front to simulate the lips of a female labia. She handed it to me and it felt ever so soft and didn't look as if it would be uncomfortable.

'I can even wear this under a swim suit and you wouldn't know the difference,' she said proudly.

'What happens if you get an erection?' Marcus asked.

'Well you can't. Not while you're wearing it. If one starts to rise, it becomes uncomfortable but it cannot grow and be obvious.'

'That's all very well, but if you were wearing one of these under a bikini, what about the padded bra?' he asked.

'Padded bras are old hat now. We use this,' and she opened up the top half of her cheongsam and put her hand inside and a moment later, pulled out what appeared to be a large lump of clear jelly.

'What on earth's that?' he asked, his eyes wide.

'A kind of silica gel. Very much the same as they use for breast implants. Feel this,' and offered the other side of her dress for him to feel the opposite breast. His fingers touched it and then his hand and I saw him move it about. 'Feels like the real thing eh?' she smiled. He nodded, not saying that he couldn't remember what a female breast felt like and it was offered to me. It truly did feel like a breast beneath the material.

'It's in a little pouch in the front of the dress so you don't need to wear the bra. Much better for when you are singing,' she smiled, 'and you can also have this stuff fixed inside the bikini top and even have a nipple if you want.'

'Oh Marcus. I've just got to have some of these things. The dresses too. Can these be got for me inside a week?' I asked May Ling.

'Of course. If you want, I can take you to the same place I got these. Tomorrow?' I looked at Marcus and he smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

'If you want,' he said.

'Tomorrow then?' I asked May ling and when she nodded, I went on. 'We're staying at the Peninsular and the name is Kane.' We agreed on ten o'clock and we then left the dressing room for she wanted to get ready for her next stint on the stage.

We went back to our table, me bubbling with excitement at what I'd just seen and wondered just how I would look dressed as May Ling was. We stayed to watch her do her turn and I saw why she could be jealous of my singing. After that, we left and stopped off at a restaurant and had another wonderful Chinese meal with all the trimmings, but drank the local beer instead of wine this time. We laughed at my fortune cookie which said that all things will be bright for a newlywed.

My excitement carried on in our room and I took great pleasure in undressing Marcus and going down and sucking on his lovely erection before putting a condom on it and turning round for him to fuck me. Then I in my turn, fucked him before we settled down to suck on each till we fell asleep.

He had me again when I woke him up, this time with me lying face down flat on the bed so that I could fuck the mattress as he fucked me. I simply loved his weight on my back and having his hardness up inside me as we rocked on the bed till we both came.

Then it was into the shower to bathe and get dressed for breakfast before meeting May Ling down in the lobby. Marcus didn't mind me going off and so she took me into the warrens of Kowloon and into a little shop. Here I was greeted like royalty with much bowing and hand gestures for me to sit down and having to give a shake of my head at the many Chinese words thrown at me. May Ling saw my bewilderment and laughed as she translated it as if I would like tea? I had to say yes to be polite and then May Ling went on to say why we were at their little shop.

This set off a chain of instructions to other members of the family who had started to crowd into the tiny space we occupied to send them scurrying off. Next minute I was being served tea in a small china bowl and though insipid to look at compared to what we normally drank in England, was quite pleasant to the taste.

Then with all the others being shooed away, I was told to get undressed as one young girl brought in a bowl that looked as if it was full of whitewash. It was explained that they would make a mould of my penis and testicles so that when the leather was cut and moulded, it would be a perfect fit.

I felt rather foolish standing there with my legs apart as this young girl worked this plaster of Paris which it was, round my small cock and balls and then had to stand there for several minutes till it had hardened. Then it was cut away and I still had to stay there to be measured up for my cheongsam's, and at the same time, try to select which material I wanted them to be made from.

I finished up with a flaming red, pale blue and a white one that was piped with gold. It was suggested that I also got the shoes to match each dress to which I agreed.

Then came the fun of selecting what size breasts I would like and I thought it quite hilarious to be handling this gel and trying to judge if the size was right. I eventually gave up and told them to pick what they deemed to be the right size for my height and build. It cracked me up when they asked at how big did I want the nipples. I said that it had to be of a size that wasn't out of place to the breast that they were going to make. I also picked out my swim wear suits for these to be fitted into as well as a few spares for my other bras that I had at the hotel.

I gave them a thousand dollars and May Ling protested that was far too much, but I made them keep it for I was sure that I would then get the best that they could produce. So I was now given little snacks as well as tea and really enjoyed myself.

I found, when I got back to the hotel during the afternoon, that Marcus had been talking to the Head of Station that reported to Spencer in London, talking over business, so his wasn't a wasted day as far as we were concerned.

A couple of nights later, we went back to the club, and as soon as we walked in, I was recognised and they made people move from the best table so that we could be seated there instead. We also got more preferential treatment in our service as well as being given sweet things to eat as we drank and watched the show.

I think we had as much sex between us as any honeymoon couples over the time we were there and I loved it and him even more for doing everything he could think of to make me happy. I was very glad that I had met and married this lovely man. For not only was he kind and considerate, but he was rich and generous and had the biggest cock I'd ever had. I was as happy as a pig in shit as they say.

We went everywhere you could think of in Kowloon, even going up to see the border that separates the territory from main land China, though you wouldn't have recognised it as a border for the actual line runs down the middle of a street. One side being Kowloon, the other, China.

It was on our sixth day that May Ling called to say that everything was ready and would I go to see that it all fitted. Well I was over the moon with what they had done in such a short time. Nor did I only have thongs that made me look more like a woman, especially when in the swim suit. I also had breasts, false that they were, they looked like the real thing when I was dressed and all that I needed now was the make-up to go with it. So May Ling and I had a conflab about this and decided to show Marcus how I could look with everything being done properly later that evening.

To do this, I got Marcus to take me to the club, not telling him what was going to happen, and when we were seated, I told him that I had a surprise for him and he would have to sit there alone for half an hour. That didn't seem to go down too well, but I didn't give him a chance to say anything otherwise.

The show had started and I was in the dressing room for May Ling to do my make-up in an Oriental fashion that made me look like a half caste, what with my sun tan from the Bahamas that I still had. To top it all, we'd bought a black wig for me to wear, but this I couldn't put on till I'd fitted on my new cheongsam. The dress that is very body hugging and buttons up on one side of the chest and has thigh length slits down both sides that made it possible to sit down otherwise the dress would have split it was so close fitting to my body. It was the implanted silica gels for breasts that made the whole thing look real what with my cock and balls inside the thong. Then with my face made up and the wig on, well, even if I say so myself, I looked stunning! It was so perfect, that with eye shadow and the pencil, she had made eyes appear more oval and slightly Oriental.

I even got compliments from the other girls in that dressing room, though I knew from experience that if I'd been a real member of the show, I would have seen their claws. I'd found that drag queens hate another queen that dresses and looks better than them and don't they let you know their displeasure!

So in that half hour to the minute, I was transformed and I just hoped and prayed that Marcus would like what I'd done to myself. But there was still more to come, for I was going to go on stage and do three numbers, and so I was ready and waiting in the wings for my announcement. May Ling patted my bottom as the compere announced that the young English lady was going to do another turn as seen earlier during the week.

Now there must have been others out there who had seen me sing that other night for I got a good round of applause as I stepped into the spotlight. It got louder when they saw how different I looked and I couldn't help but smile at the welcome before launching into my three song act.

Well the applause was loud after the first one. Louder after the second and they almost brought the house down after my final song and it was to much cheering and clapping that I left the stage and went, somewhat tremulously to the table where Marcus was sitting.

Much to my relief he was standing up with a big smile on his face and clapping as hard and loud as everybody else as he then gave me a big kiss before sitting me down. I felt flushed that I had pleased him with what I had done.

'I just can't believe that was you up there on the stage. You look and acted magnificently as you sang,' he gushed. 'I couldn't help but turn to those on the next table and tell them that that was my wife up on the stage. It was unbelievable!' and he gave me another kiss and ordered up a bottle of champagne, which in a club like this was the highest priced drink you could get. He even got May Ling to sit for a couple of glasses and thanked her for her help.

'Wait until you see me in a swim suit,' I whispered to him. 'It'll knock your eyes out.' Which it did later when we were back in our hotel room after lots of goodbyes to the club's performers and taking my bag with all my new things in.