A Language Barrier (TG-Empress)

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(All characters are consenting adults.) (Translated parts below story!)
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Dima was a hard-working Russian man who had spent the last few years saving up money so he could take an amazing vacation in the United States. He had heard amazing tales from his friends about their trips and couldn't wait until he could take one.

Well finally the time had come, he booked a plane ticket and went off to Miami Florida. He left his country mid-afternoon and arrived in America nearly twenty hours later. He was unfortunately unable to sleep on the plane, so as soon as he got off, he went to a hotel.

He walked inside and went to the woman at the counter. “Здравствуйте, пожалуйста, одну комнату,” he said to her, but the woman looked at him very confused. “Uhhhh…” The woman thought for a moment and then pulled something out.

It was a pamphlet with the different types of rooms they offered. She placed it on the counter and pointed at them. “Which type looks good to you sir.” Dima looked down at them, but honestly, they looked the same, and he didn’t understand a lick of English.

“Я не знаю разницы,” Dima said scratching his head. He looked them over a few times and finally noticed something he could understand. There were numbers next to each picture, and he didn't know exactly how much Ruble it was since it was in USD.

That didn’t matter though as he knew numbers, so the lower the number the cheaper, and the room at the bottom was the cheapest. “Эта комната хороша. Красиво и дешево.” Dima said as he poked it. “This room is good?” The woman asked while putting her thumb up.

Dima mimicked her and she smiled. Dima then pulled out his identification and credit cards so he could pay for the room. The woman took them and did her thing, giving them back moments later along with the key card for the room.

“Here you go sir, I hope you have fun. Oh what am I saying, with the room you chose, you’re guaranteed to have fun.” The woman said, smiling. Dima still had no idea what she was saying but he knew what she gave him was how he got into his room.

“Я понятия не имею, о чем ты говоришь. Спасибо, хорошего дня.” Dima then turned around and walked toward the elevator. He got inside and looked at his room key. On it the woman had written the number three, then two hundred and seven.

“Третий этаж, комната двести семь?” He shrugged and hit the three on the elevator. It went up and opened on the floor, and right on the wall were markings telling anyone who looked at them what room numbers were on this floor and his other number was among them.

Dima got off and went to find his room. Once he arrived at room two hundred and seven he used her key card and was able to go right in. Dima takes a big sigh of relief, he tosses his suitcase on the floor and goes and lays on the bed, falling asleep nearly instantly.

Dima was woken up sometime later by someone knocking on her door. She sat up and yawned. “Кто это мог быть? Обслуживание номеров?” Dima got up and for some reason, her pants and underwear fell to the floor. “Мой ремень ослаб?” She looked down.

She noticed two strange lumps pushing her shirt up. She poked one and immediately knew what it was. “Грудь?” She was confused, but then the person started pounding on the door again and she panicked.

She forgot about everything else for a moment and went to open the door. Dima opened the door and was greeted by a buff sexy man who was almost two feet taller than her. “Привет? Я могу вам помочь?” Dima asked the man.

The man raised an eyebrow. “Ah, you don't speak English huh? We get plenty of guys… I mean gals like you who come through. Don’t worry baby, love is a universal language.” The man walked inside and went to Dima’s bed.

“Хорошо, заходите.” Dima followed the man to the bed and that’s when the guy suddenly turned around and pulled Dima’s shirt off of her body. “Какого черта?” Dima looked down at herself and then got very quiet.

“Damn, I wish all the girls I slept with had such an amazing body.” Dima pressed her breasts again. “Это моя грудь?” Dima played with them some more and came to learn she could feel every bit of them, she gulped, and her hand went down to her crotch.

“Мой член... Он пропал!” The man was just watching Dima. “You are so damn hot and cute, and I'd love to spend all day with you, but we callboys have a stick schedule, and I have to fuck you and move on before your next guy shows up.”

Dima looked at him, she still had no idea what he was saying. “Почему я женщина?” Dima asked as the guy got undressed. Dima stopped speaking when his cock came out and she found herself speechless at how large and amazing it was.

The man then picked Dima up and carried her to the bed. “Что ты делаешь?” Dima asked as strange new feelings filled her body. She wasn't sure what they were, but they almost seemed like excitement and nervousness, paired with a strange warmth coming from her crotch.

The man laid her on the bed, grabbed his cock, and pressed it against her crotch. “Ждать! Я думаю, произошло недоразумение.” The man pushed his cock into Dima’s new vagina and she gasped loudly.

“Don't worry you’ll enjoy this, they always do.” The man began thrusting back and forth pounding Dima hard and quick. “Я... Это... Это... так... хорошо... О!” Dima said as pleasure overwhelmed her body. “Пожалуйста... не... останавливайся…” She yelled at the man.

“Ah, broads always beg for more once they get a bit of a nice cock.” The man chuckled. Dima had no idea how he understood that, perhaps he’d made so many women beg like that before, that no matter what language they speak he knew it, or perhaps he was just guessing.

Either way, he continued to fuck Dima until she climaxed. He then pulled out and wiped himself off. “It was a pleasure to fuck you, I hope we get the chance to do it again before you’re stay here ends.” The man then got dressed and left.

Dima just laid back on the bed catching her breath and letting her own cum drip down between her legs. “Что это было? Почему... почему было так хорошо?” Before Dima could even process it, another man walked inside.

“Hello miss, I’m here to pleasure you, shall we begin?” Dima sat up. “Снова?” Dima looked down at her crotch. She couldn't deny that what just happened was the best thing she'd ever experienced. “Может быть, поэтому Америка всем нравится.” She said while rubbing her crotch.

Dima looked at the man. “Очень хорошо, пусть приходят. Я планирую насладиться отдыхом в полной мере.” She said as she waved the man towards her. “I understand, prepare for a good time.” The man came in and dropped his clothes on the floor.

The man came over to Dima and like the last guy, he pushed his cock into her and fucked her until she orgasmed, but unlike that guy, he accidentally covered her in his own cum, but he didn’t seem to care.

Once that guy left another one came in, and the process repeated. A dozen men later and Dima was so exhausted she passed out. She woke up the next morning quite sore, covered in cum, and most shockingly still a woman.

She picked up the room phone and called the front desk. “Hello, how can I help you?” The woman asked. “Меня превратили в женщину. Как я могу повернуть назад?” There was silence for a moment.

“I’m sorry miss, I don't understand you. Give me one moment.” Another minute of silence passed before the woman came back. “Ah, I just checked your room and I think I know what you want. Don’t worry, now that you’re awake, men will soon come to your door.”

The woman said that with a cheerful tone, but Dima still had no idea what she was saying. The woman then hung up. Dima rubbed her head. “Не хорошо. Я должен попробовать позвонить кому-нибудь домой.” Dima picked up her phone.

She hit the button to turn the screen on and then looked at it. Dima didn't keep a passcode, instead, she used facial recognition and fingerprint scans as they were supposed to be more secure. Well in this case it was true, since Dima’s body changed, she couldn't unlock her phone.

“О... нет... Я не могу пользоваться телефоном.” Dima said as she put her phone down. As she did the first man of the day showed up to fuck her. Dima gulped. “Думаю, мне придется делать это, пока меня не выгонят.”

Well under normal circumstances Dima would be right, his reservation was only set to a week, after a week she’d turn back into a guy and be kicked out, but somehow the system glitched and extended her stay at the hotel indefinitely.

And since she can’t speak English to communicate with the employees, she’ll have no way to tell them she doesn't belong here and wants to be a man again. Instead, all the employees will just think she’s some super-rich dude who’s addicted to being a woman and getting fucked. Seems her trip ended up being a one way, a one way trip to a life of pleasure.

(Translated parts!)

“Hello, one room please.” “I don't know the difference,” “This room is good. Nice and cheap.” “I have no idea what you're talking about. Thank you, have a nice day.” “Third floor, room two hundred and seven?” “Who could it be? Room service?” “Is my belt loose?” “Breast?” “Hello? Can I help you?” “Okay, come in.” “What the hell?” “Are these my breasts?” “My dick... It's gone!” “Why am I a woman?” “What are you doing?” “Wait! I think there was a misunderstanding.” “I... This... This... is... so... good... Oh!” “Please... don't... stop…” “What was that? Why... why was it so good?” “Again?” “Maybe that’s why everyone likes America.” “Very good, let them come. I plan to enjoy my vacation to the fullest.” “I was turned into a woman. How can I turn back?” “Not good. I should try calling someone at home.” “Oh... no... I can't use the phone.” “I guess I'll have to do this until I get kicked out.”