A Lot to Assume Pt. 02

I reach the end of the tunnel and daylight. I quickly forget about the cameras as the crowds behind the barriers let me have it. Showering me with insults and curses, but I no longer cared. I know it's just the reaction to the match. None of them knew me before, and they sure don't know me now. I just hurry to the car waiting for me so I can disappear.

"Where to ma'am?" the driver asks me.

It takes a moment for me to realize I'm the "Ma'am" he's talking to. Why did I have to take a car with an attendant? Maybe they wanted to make sure I didn't do something crazy. At least he had no idea who I am or what I just went through.

I give him the address of a crash pad my gym owns. It's a temporary place to lay low exactly for this situation. Many of the people who train at my gym are also world class athletes. Only my business partner and our clients who have used the crash pad before know about it. For sure the media will be scouting out my apartment. No way I can go back there.

I'm lost in my own mind as we ride. I simply can't process everything that has happened. I can't focus on any one single thing. Just an amorphous blob of failure. However, I'm brought back to the present by a new feeling. Another new sensation.

I make a horrible face as I realize what that feeling is. I can feel Alexander's cum leaking out of my pussy. I wonder what I did to deserve this hell. Why did fate punish me?

Maybe it was karma. I had done the same thing to the opponents I'd defeated previously. I guess I deserve this. Karma is a bitch after all. No, karma was a crème pie in my pussy and a cock up my ass.

We suddenly stop at the address I'd given the driver. I exit the vehicle and feel the eyes upon me. I probably look like a hooker meeting her customer for the night. I should be embarrassed or mad, but instead I feel turned on by it. These kinks he gave me are going to cause me a world of grief, but I guess that's why he did it.

Using the passcode only Adam, my business partner and I know, I enter the apartment and shut the door. Only now can I exhale. I plop down on the couch, numb to it all.

I sit for hours, just going over everything in my mind. I'm in a daze. An endless loop of humiliation. I only break out of it when my stomach reminds me that apart from the cum Alexander shot down my throat, I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast.

I ordered the food and meant to go see if there were any clothes I could change into, but I made the mistake of closing my eyes for a second. The buzzer woke me up. My food was here. I found myself smiling as I had to answer the door still looking like a whore. These fetishes are worse than I expected. I was actually enjoying it.

I opened the door and watched the guy as he looked me up and down smiling. I took the food and practically pushed him out the door. I was still reeling in my mind but I was feeling weak from exhaustion and hunger.

I got full way sooner than I expected. I looked down at my flat stomach and figured I shouldn't be surprised. I just had to let my mind catch up to my new normal. I was no longer a powerhouse athlete. I was a slim Asian now. A female Asian.

I took off my boots and put my feet up on the couch. I just meant to sit for a minute and let my meal go down, but instead I was startled awake by a bad dream. A dream I hoped wasn't true, but looking down at my toes still in the black stockings I knew it wasn't just a bad dream.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you." My business partner startled me by saying.

Adam wasn't just my business partner but also my best friend and a world class gymnast in his own right. Like me, he's been training his whole life for the world championships. His starts next year.

"It's ok." I replied. "I was just tired. I didn't mean to sleep through the night without getting cleaned up. The transformation takes more out of you than you realize. "

"Yeah, it sucks." Adam tried to sympathize. "I guess if you had to lose, at least you became a MUCH better looking woman than you were as a guy. No offense, but you are a total smoke show now."

I honestly had no idea how to respond to that. I laughed but I was not in a joking mood really.

Adam and I talked about business. I would have to keep away from the gym. Having an owner humiliated on a world stage is bad for business. We decided he would buy me out and reopen the gym after a week under a new name. The sooner I was removed from ownership, the better. At least it would give me some funds while I figured out how to live as Jade.

"Adam, as your friend I have to warn you." I looked him in the eyes as I felt like it was my duty to tell him. 'This shit is no joke. We don't talk about it, but it's worse than you can imagine."

"Yeah, I saw it on the livestream." Adam tried to let me off the hook.

"No, I don't mean that." I tried to clarify. "I mean yes, that was really bad, but it's not the worst part. You need to understand. It changes you. More than you expect."

Adam looked at me, not really getting the full picture. I had to tell him. I had to make sure he knew what he was getting in to.

I looked down and said, "I liked it. The fetishes they give you are strong. It's not just my body liking it, but my mind is as well. I came twice, and I still want more. It really changes you."

We sat in silence for a few minutes as he disgusted what I had told him. I think he finally got it. It truly is worse than physical punishment. It's totally fucked up my mind too.

Finally Adam broke the stalemate. "So, what are you going to do?"

"Right now, I'm just going to lay low." I replied. "It's too fresh. I'd be spotted if I went to the airport. I need to let people move on to the next hot topic before I relocate and get some much needed anonymity."

"Yes, that makes sense." He agreed.

I did intend to hang out for a while. Maybe in a month or two there won't be any eyes at the airport looking for me.

"One night, I'll slip away." I reassured him. "I'll be in touch, but it's just best for me to disappear for a while."

He understood, and we sat there in silence again. We were old friends who didn't always have to talk. We understood each other, even if I was a little different now. He's still my friend. That will never change.

"You could have done worse." He again broke the ice. "He could have made you ugly." He laughed a little. "Damn, he did do a good job though. You are freaking hot!"

Again I creamed my panties at the comment it's crazy how easily I get turned on. I probably should make him leave now before it gets any more awkward.

"I better get going." He said as if reading my mind. "I need to get started on the sale, and you need a bath."

"It's that bad?" I managed a half smile at his joke.

"Yes." He smiled back. "Yes, it is."

It's weird the mental disconnect still present in my mind. I could smell a woman's cum. Her sweat. Her lingerie. But it didn't register in my mind automatically that that smell was me, not just some woman. I had to remind myself that it was me. Yes, I desperately needed a shower.

He stood up and put his jacket on and headed for the door. Then he stopped and took a step back, placing something in my hands. I looked down and it was a morning after pill. I guess he was trying to save me the embarrassment of having to go buy one.

"I'm ok." I told him. "I won't be fertile for a month or two they told me."

"Oh, sorry." He stammered. He was embarrassed but I understand. He was trying to help me. He is a good friend.

So, with him gone, I took my long awaited bath. I felt a lot better afterwards. Unfortunately, I had no other clothes to put on, so that would be my next order of business. I couldn't walk around nude the whole time.

First, I bought some basic supplies. Food, bathroom essentials and even some ice cream. Ice cream is good for the soul. Just a scoop can change your mood.

Then I got down to the clothes. At first, logical Lars was still in control. I picked out basic items. Jeans, tee shirts, shorts, running shoes. But they sat in my cart, unpurchased. I couldn't bring myself to click the "buy now" button. My urge to dress more slutty was overcoming my sensibility.

So, what happened? Jade took over, that's what happened. She overruled sensible Lars, and soon my cart was filled with clothes that would make a stripper blush. I felt like Lars was fading away, and Jade was blooming. Before I knew it, she had bought it all.

The only sensible thing she had bought was a pair of running shoes for exercise and a couple of suitcases for when I finally make my escape. Everything else would have been downright embarrassing if I hadn't been saddled with this fetish. Instead, the thought of the slutty clothes excited me.

There was a lot to learn about. Jade seemed to like lingerie. I had a lot of it now. Many, many pairs of stockings and even some completely sheer tops. However, not a bra in the lot. At least my breasts were new and really perky since apparently I'd be showing them off often. Honestly the thought excited me. I wanted to dress sexy.

I planned to just keep getting what I needed delivered and hide out here, but my new fetishes weren't going to make it easy. By the next night, I was practically climbing the walls, needing relief. I ordered some sex toys, and tried to keep myself under control by masturbating. The toys couldn't have arrived a moment too soon.

That worked for maybe 36 hours. Yes, they are a lot of fun, and in the apartment I wasn't embarrassed at least. I couldn't help it. Jade insisted on buying a butt plug, and trying it out. Her fetish proved to be strong. She liked it, or rather I liked it. I wore it even when I wasn't masturbating. Unfortunately, they don't replace the desire to be touched by someone else.

So, I soon found myself in a lesbian bar, looking for someone to eat my pussy. Honestly, it wasn't as hard to find a volunteer as I had expected. I guess I am as attractive as Adam said I am. I picked up a really sexy blonde girl and took her back to my apartment.

I spent much of the night sitting on her face or locked in 69. I was insatiable. I wore her out, but she was thrilled by it. I found, however, that the good feeling didn't last long. By the next morning, I was fucking myself with the vibrator again. This is really going to be a headache.

I couldn't stop Jade anymore. She was in total control. Makeup and more clothes arrived. And shoes. God, so many shoes. Each pair more slutty than the last. She was pushing me now. She was me now, and she was on a mission.

Where did that lead me? To a dark club, barely covered by a tiny dress with huge cutouts putting all but my most naughty bits on display. It was like shooting fish in a barrel. Things got more difficult during the week. Fewer fish in the barrel.

I kept myself entertained until the middle of the next week, bringing a woman home every night. Then, it dried up. The few women at the lesbian bars I went to were not attractive or steered clear of me. Either they knew who I was, or were looking for more than a one night stand.

So I went to a regular club. Plenty of bi women out there too. What happened when a guy danced up behind me there? Jade was rubbing her butt, my butt into his crotch, getting a good feel of his hard on. I know I shouldn't want it, but I couldn't help it anymore. Like it or not, I am Jade now. And I wanted more sex. I didn't care if it was a guy or girl. I just needed to get off.

So, how did it end up? Me on my hands and knees doing degrading sex with him. I wanted it. I begged him for it, and he gave it to me. Forceful and fast. After he gave me a creampie, I was on my knees in front of him, sucking the life back into his cock so I could have more. I didn't like doing it, but it the only way I could get more. My desire overruled my disgust.

I should have been embarrassed. I should have been ashamed. But I wasn't. As disgusting as it was to a part of my mind, it was silenced by the desire raging in the rest of it. I got him hard, and he fucked me again. I loved it. I came four times. Even when he fucked my butt I came. My fate was sealed. I'm a slut now, and Jade had taken flight.

Instead of laying low, I spent every night for the next 5 weeks picking up people for sex. Girls and guys. White, black, Hispanic and even fellow Asians. Anyone I thought could get me off.

Nothing was off limits. Nothing was too degrading. It felt great and I was no longer ashamed. Why should I be? It's just sex. A guy would be a hero if he was getting as much as I was getting. So what if everyone thinks I'm a slut. I was having fun. I knew this was the result of the fetishes I had been given, but there is no way to change it now. It's just my fate.

Still, ever time after I had sex, the desire returned. Never satisfied, always wanting more. I took a chance and went out early one day. I picked up a rather hot little Asian girl to see how far she could get her tongue up my snatch. After I wore her out, I made it back to a club in time to find a guy willing to pound me into the mattress. Two people in one day, and it still wasn't enough. The desire still returned the next day.

It all came to a head during week 6. I picked up a guy who looked like a lot of fun, and definitely had the equipment that made me soak my panties. I had become an expert in the art of seduction and how to separate the boys from the men. When he asked if I had a friend for his buddy, instead of telling him "no", the words "does he want to join us?" came out of my mouth. Where the fuck did that come from?

Why is this a problem? Because I liked it. A lot. I'd never cum so hard and so much in my life. Both of them fucked me. I liked it enough that it scared me. I needed to get control of my urges before it ended badly for me. I needed to get away. Some place where I could get a girlfriend and regular sex. Where I didn't worry about being recognized.

I went back to the apartment, threw my clothes into a couple of suitcases and headed for the airport. One advantage of dressing like a slut was my clothes didn't take up much space. It is a good thing because the shoes sure did.

I booked a ticket to a tropical paradise where I wouldn't stand out - an Asian paradise. Truth is I stand out a little anywhere I go, but it would be much easier to blend in among other Asians.

12 hours later, I put on my first ever bikini and stretched out on a lounge chair a few feet from the ocean. It quickly became apparent that getting away was a good move. I finally felt like I had left my old life behind. I cut the cord that had kept me connected to the shame and embarrassment of my loss. It was time to start over. To embrace the new me.