Transformation of Mr. Price – Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

Transformation of Mr. Price – Chapter 3

... libido. And we know he has estrogen, the female hormone but in very small amounts. In women testosterone produces arousal while estrogen brings on the strong female characteristics.” Ah Lam seemed much wiser than just being an old Chinese woman with a lot of folk history to back her up. “Our ancients supposed a man with a small penis was out of balance between his male and female side and they found ways to change that balance to produce the growth they wanted. You have used far more that the amount suggested and now your balance must have shifted towards the other side and unfortunately the changes are permanent. I will do some more study to see what I can find out and get back to you.” Our conversation lasted for more than an hour with Ah Lam listening intently and answering my questions, she concluded in answer to my question about future use of the product. “Mr. Price you are in uncharted waters, my literature tells me that this has happened before but the individual stopped using it before any unknown problem surfaced. Please stay in contact with me, if I can be of further assistance please don’t hesitate to call.” I walked back to the hotel in deep thought. My mind was full of this situation, on one hand the new sensuality I was experiencing with each masturbation was extremely gratifying, yet on the other hand I felt my grip on my masculinity was tenuous at best. As I entered the lobby a middle aged man behind the desk said, “Mr. Price, your bags have been found by the ...

... airline and we took the liberty of putting them in your room.” I thanked him with not much thought about anything but the questions floating through my mind. I opened my doors and was surprised to see four suitcases setting in the bedroom of the suite. Each one had a handwritten tag with a barcode; it had “D. Price” on the tags, which I assumed meant my name, Dan Price. But I had one bag only when I checked it through. This had to be a mistake. I had not eaten since this morning so called for room service and checked my computer while waiting for the cart to arrive. It was another young woman with the cart, and unlike last night this young woman had very dark skin and her accent was definitely not from around here. “Nigeria?” I asked her. “Yes sir, how did you know?” she asked. “Just a guess, sort of a hobby of mine trying to guess dialects,” I said as I tipped her and uncovered my lunch. I took a bite of the sandwich and instead of drinking the tea I ordered I pulled a scotch out of the restocked mini-bar and poured it over ice. As I did so I looked at my hands, they looked different, “I must be imagining things,” I said and took a sip of the drink. I turned my attention to the four suitcases setting in my room; all of them were held together with duct tape and then sealed in a bag. They looked like they had been dragged here instead of in the cargo hold of the airliner. I selected the bag that appeared to be mine, who knew these days with all of them looking so much alike? ...