Lady Boy Wild Passion

Vanya is her new name after changing her orientation to become a "spoiled brat." Her birth certificate and ID card say Rivaldo Anggara, and she should be proud of the cool, handsome name given to her by her parents. However, she discovered her true identity as a woman at the age of 18 after graduating from high school.

Her parents forbade it, but this is Vanya's life, and only Vanya knows what she wants. Every time she looks in the mirror, she wants to be perfectly beautiful like a woman, not a pretty boy like the K-pop models that are so popular these days.

She didn't continue her studies after graduating from high school. Vanya opened a beauty salon funded by her father, who had begun to accept his son's twisted and crooked nature, which had gone beyond the point of no return.

It wasn't one of those plus-plus, sleazy salons that are common in various cities. Vanya opened a professional beauty salon purely for beauty treatments because she loved physical beauty. Her clients were both men and women. The salon had been open for three years, and her customers were satisfied with the work of Vanya and her team.

This morning was Vanya's regular schedule for estrogen and progesterone hormone injections. She sat in the waiting room of a well-known hospital in Jakarta, waiting for her turn to be called into the examination room.

The specialist she went to was Dr. Aldi, whose full name was Dr. Reynaldi Nugraha. Dr. Aldi was young and handsome, and he was a little flirtatious, the type of "water crocodile" who was secretly seductive.

"Patient named Rivaldo Anggara, please enter the examination room," called the nurse on duty at Dr. Aldi's practice.

Vanya seemed accustomed to this because that was indeed her name on her ID card. She casually walked into the examination room, followed by the curious stares of other patients and whispers that he ignored.

"Eh, transvestite?"

"A transvestite, huh?"

"A fake girl?"

In her heart, Vanya replied irritably, "Please, I'm a classy ladyboy, not a transvestite or a transsexual who sings for money at intersections!" She shook her long, brownish-blonde curly hair before entering Dr. Aldi's examination room.

Inside the examination room, the handsome Dr. Aldi sat leaning back in his chair and rocked it gently while flashing his signature crocodile smile, staring at Vanya hungrily.

"Good morning, Doc," Vanya greeted, ignoring the lecherous doctor's intense gaze, then sat down in the patient chair across from the doctor's desk.

"Good morning, Dear Vanya. It's time for your hormone injection again, right? I've missed you, not seeing you for months," replied Dr. Aldi, teasing Vanya.

"Hmm ... missing the beauty ladyboy, huh, Doctor?" Vanya answered coldly. She wasn't afraid of Dr. Aldi's flirtatiousness because it was just light teasing that didn't lead to anything sexual. Every doctor must maintain their professional ethics.

"Let's lie down on the patient bed first, Doctor wants to give you an injection, Beautiful," said Doctor Aldi with double meaning.

Vanya giggled amusedly upon hearing this while thinking to herself, 'It's okay to hope, Doctor...' She then walked to the patient bed and lay down casually.

"I'm going to give you the injection now, Van. Try to endure the pain a little. If you want to cry, you can, and I'll stroke you so the pain will go away," said Dr. Aldi, acting as he usually did.

"Just give me the injection, Doc. Vanya can take it!" replied Vanya casually as she lay on the patient bed with Dr. Aldi sitting on the edge of it.

"Really? I'd love to rough you up, sweetie," replied Dr. Aldi with his handsome, lecherous face.

Vanya was annoyed and let out a masculine voice, "Gggrrrr, hurry up, Doc!"

Dr. Aldi chuckled when he heard Vanya's masculine voice. He skillfully injected Vanya's left arm with a 3cc syringe containing estrogen and progesterone hormones.

"All done, Vanya Dear. Why are you being so fierce with the doctor now?" teased Dr. Aldi again as he helped Vanya get up from the patient bed.

Vanya sat up while staring at the flirtatious doctor with her beautiful brown eyes, while Dr. Aldi's hands held both of Vanya's upper arms. 'What is this flirtatious doctor up to?' she thought suspiciously.

"Can I kiss you a little, Dear?" said Dr. Aldi, then kissed Vanya's luscious lips, which were coated with pink strawberry lip tint.

When Dr. Aldi finished kissing Vanya's lips, he smiled and said, "Thanks, Van, that was a nice bonus."

Vanya took a deep breath and pouted. "Dr. Aldi likes to kiss, is it okay to do that with a patient like this?!" she asked.

"Only with you, Beautiful. If you were a real woman, I would have made you my wife," replied Dr. Aldi with a look of admiration on his face.

Vanya poked Dr. Aldi's chest with her right index finger and said, "Even if I were a real woman, I wouldn't want you, Doctor." Vanya stuck her tongue out at Dr. Aldi.

Dr. Aldi laughed heartily in response to Vanya's cute behavior in rejecting him outright. He couldn't marry a transgender woman; his extended family would definitely oppose it, especially since he was the only son and the eldest in his family.

Vanya got off the patient bed and sat back down in the patient chair facing Dr. Aldi.

"Doc, can I get a discount? You already got a kiss from Vanya," she asked, smiling and winking flirtatiously at Dr. Aldi. The consultation fee with Dr. Aldi was quite expensive, enough to buy a pair of cute Gosh shoes.

"Hmm ... okay, if you want me to give you a free consultation, come here first," said Dr. Aldi, patting his thigh with a lecherous look.

Vanya snorted and rolled her eyes. She weighed whether it was worth being groped by the lecherous doctor in exchange for a pair of Gosh shoes. Finally, with a heavy heart, Vanya walked towards Dr. Aldi.

Dr. Aldi's hand grabbed Vanya's waist and pulled her onto his lap. His lips traced Vanya's slender neck, which smelled of expensive LV perfume. "Vanya, if only you were a real girl ... I really like you," muttered Dr. Aldi as he squeezed the firm implants in Vanya's chest, which had been done in South Korea.

"Doc, stop it ... you know I'm a fake girl, yet you still hope I'm a real girl. When I was a baby, I was sent from heaven as a boy, but my soul is that of a girl, Sir," Vanya replied nonchalantly, leaning against the doctor's broad chest.

The man chuckled and stopped his lewd behavior toward Vanya. "Let's stop, Van. I feel sorry for the patients outside who are waiting for their turn." His hand squeezed Vanya's plump buttocks, which were covered by skinny jeans, as she got up from the man's lap.

"Aaaww, you naughty boy!" Vanya exclaimed in surprise.

Dr. Aldi smiled lewdly at Vanya, who was sitting in front of him again. He then wrote out a bill for Vanya's medical examination. He still wrote down the consultation fee, but took a thick wallet out of his back jeans pocket. He pulled out four red bills and handed them to Vanya.

"This is to pay for the consultation fee, Van, as we agreed earlier. I can't leave it blank, or the hospital will get suspicious. Anyway, your body makes me drool, Van, it's nice to touch," said Doctor Aldi with a chuckle.

"Thanks, Doc. Vanya's gotta go now. Hurry up and find a wife instead of teasing Vanya all the time, or you'll end up crooked too. Ahahaha!" Vanya quipped with a melodious laugh before stepping out of Dr. Aldi's office.

The patients waiting in the waiting room glared at Vanya because she had been in the examination room for so long. Vanya ignored them and walked seductively, swaying her sexy hips, toward the hospital's administrative office.

"Van, you're coming clubbing tonight, right? I'll wait for you at Dark City Club at 10 p.m., okay?" Cindy's voice came from Vanya's cell phone, which was set to loudspeaker mode while its owner was busy applying electric pink nail polish to her long, neatly manicured nails.

"Sure, Cyin. I'll definitely be there, just wait for me. Btw, are you still seeing your sugar daddy from yesterday?" asked Vanya, pretending to be nosy while blowing on her nails.

"Aaahh, you mentioned him too. No, he's too possessive, even though he already has a wife. I'm tired of it! I broke up with him two days ago, let him cry his eyes out. That's why I want to find a new partner tonight at the club, maybe there will be a handsome rich guy I can bag," replied Cindy confidently.

"Ahahaha... bag? You think it's ketoprak, Cyin... you can bag it? The spicy one with two rubber bands," quipped Vanya casually.

"Hihihi... the spicier, the better, Babe!" Cindy replied, giggling.

"I want one too, a hot, handsome guy. I don't know why, but lately I've been feeling empty and a little lonely. You understand, Cyin, I'm a fake girl, if normal guys know I'm not a real girl, they always break up with me. The Indonesian mentality is still unable to accept imperfect people like me," said Vanya with a slightly sad tone in her voice as she sat sprawled out on the sofa on the balcony of her shop, staring at the light blue afternoon sky.

Cindy was silent for a moment before replying, "Don't think about it too much, Van. Someday you'll find a guy who will accept you for who you are. I understand your female soul, I never judge your choice to be a girl even though you're a guy. Hihihi."

"You're so silly, Cyin! Yeah, thanks. See you tonight, then. The whole gang, right?" replied Vanya.

"Yes, everyone's coming-Ellen, Rachel, Chacha, Lusy, the whole gang. Dress up nicely so you can find a partner, Van!" replied Cindy.

"Got it, Boss! Bye, Cyin," said Vanya, ending the call with Cindy.

Shortly after, Dedy went up to the balcony to call his boss because there was a loyal salon client who wanted to be handled directly by Vanya.

"Miss V-Vanya ..." Dedy called out stammeringly, swallowing hard as he looked at Vanya's smooth white thighs stretched out on the sofa.

Vanya sighed, noticing Dedy's lecherous gaze on her sexy, curvaceous body. "What's up, Ded?" she asked flatly.

"Mr. Rusli asked Ms. Vanya to cut his hair, but he refused to be handled by the salon stylist," replied Dedy, staring at Vanya's beautiful face to divert his attention from his boss's body, which was shaking his faith.

"Uhmm ... okay, I'll go down." Vanya pursed her lips as she walked past Dedy, who was standing by the balcony door.

Dedy's arm accidentally brushed against the full curve of Vanya's chest as his boss passed by earlier. Dedy's body suddenly felt weak, while Vanya was unaware of it. "When will I have a girlfriend like Ms. Vanya?! Her body gives me goosebumps," muttered Dedy, throwing his long bangs back and following Vanya downstairs.

"Good afternoon, Uncle Rusli. How are you? Is there anything Vanya can help you with?" Vanya greeted him in her melodious voice as she approached the chair where a man in his early 50s with a thick mustache was facing the salon mirror.

"Oh, Vanya Dear ... yes, I want to get my hair cut. It's too long. I don't like long hair, it makes me look less dignified and untidy," replied Rusli.

Vanya stood behind the chair where Uncle Rusli was sitting and touched his hair and head. "Okay, how about a taper fade, Uncle? So, Vanya will use a thin clipper on the sides and back, but leave the top thick so it doesn't look bald. Use a little pomade or gel on the ends so it looks neat when combed back," said Vanya while looking in the mirror and exchanging glances with Uncle Rusli.

"Sure... sure, Van. I'm sure it will look good," replied Uncle Rusli without fuss.

Vanya was happy with this loyal client, who wasn't fussy and had deep pockets. He sprayed water on Uncle Rusli's hair and began cutting the long hair around his neck. Then he used clippers to thin out the sides and back of the man's head. As he had expected, the taper fade hairstyle suited Uncle Rusli well, giving him a CEO-like aura of wealth. Vanya found quite a lot of white hair on Om Rusli's head.

"Uncle, would you like to tone your hair black? You're starting to get a lot of gray hair," said Vanya attentively.

"Oh? Sure, I'll have my hair dyed so I don't look too old. Hehehe," replied Uncle Rusli, chuckling as he looked at Vanya in the mirror.

"How about if Vanya's employee does the toning, Uncle?" Vanya asked cautiously, smiling slightly as she placed both hands on Uncle Rusli's shoulders.

Uncle Rusli nodded his head in understanding. "Okay, thanks, Van," he said, patting Vanya's hands on his shoulders.

After that, Vanya said goodbye to her employees and went home. The salon shop actually had a bedroom for Vanya, in addition to being occupied by her six employees. However, Vanya felt uncomfortable living with outsiders; she preferred to live with her family at home.

The roads in Jakarta were always congested during rush hour. Vanya's family home was in the Pondok Indah neighborhood, where they had lived for a long time.

Vanya listened to the radio while driving her white Honda Jazz. She waited for the red light to turn green, then turned her head to the right side of her car. There was a black BMW sedan, seemingly the latest model, with clear windows. A foreign man was driving the car, and at first glance, he looked like Chris Hemsworth.

She stared at the foreign man for quite a while until he noticed and turned to look at her.

"Oops!" Vanya said, biting her lip, then looking at the car in front of her.

Vanya turned her head to the right again and found the foreign man staring at her openly from inside his black BMW.

"TINN ... TINN ...." The sound of a car horn behind her broke the moment of mutual gazing.

Vanya immediately drove her car forward, while the BMW honked its horn as it passed Vanya's car. The foreigner flashed his handsome smile at Vanya and waved his hand.

She whistled. "Wow, he's so handsome, so cool, that foreign guy. When will I find a guy like that?" Vanya said to herself in her car as she drove home.

Seeing the traffic jam in Jakarta, it seemed like Vanya could only have dinner and take a shower before heading back to the nightclub where she and her girl's squad were going to party tonight.

The young woman next to Ricardo Esteban's car stared at the handsome man for so long that Richie turned his head because he felt he was being watched.

"Hmm ... she's so beautiful," Richie thought to himself as he returned the gaze of the young woman whose car was stuck in Jakarta traffic on the left side of his car.

Richie laughed when he saw the young woman look away in surprise when he caught her staring at him. How cute!

The damn horn from behind the girl's car ended that memorable moment. They had to part ways. Richie waved as he passed the young woman's car, hoping they would meet again another time.

Richie had a visit scheduled to his nightclub, Dark City, in Central Jakarta. He owned several nightclubs in partnership with an Indonesian citizen, his former college friend in LA, Adrian Barata. They both majored in International Business and shared the dream of opening a promising nightclub business. In Jakarta, they managed eight nightclubs together.

Adrian was like most crazy rich kids, a playboy. At 39, almost 40, he still liked to change girlfriends and was not ready to get married.

Meanwhile, Richie has been married once and has a 5-year-old son. He is actually a normal family man, but unfortunately, his ex-wife was caught cheating while Richie was busy taking care of his business in Indonesia. Richie immediately ended their marriage and decided to leave LA to settle in Jakarta, Indonesia.

After 10 years of living in Indonesia, Richie is now very fluent in Indonesian. He has blue eyes and a Caucasian face, but his accent is indistinguishable from that of a native Indonesian. In fact, he can even speak with a Betawi accent. Adrian always laughs until his stomach hurts when his friend speaks with a Betawi accent.

Richie's love story ended after his dramatic divorce from Stela Dubois, his ex-wife. She demanded a large share of his assets and a large sum of money for the care of their only son, Devlin Esteban. To Richie, all the women who approached him seemed the same, only after his money.

Women were merely a means of satisfying Richie's momentary desires; he was tired of playing with their hearts because it would only leave his wallet empty. So it was better to just pay up front and in cash, and be done with it!

Doja Cat's song "Woman" rang from his cell phone while he was still driving his black BMW. Richie turned on the Bluetooth feature to answer the call with wireless earphones in his ears.

"Hello. Yes, Adri, how are you?"

"Hello, Richie. Are you supervising at Dark City tonight?" Adri's voice came from the phone call.

"Okay, I'm going home to take a shower first, Man. The club opens at 9 p.m. anyway, no need to rush," replied Richie while watching the traffic ahead of him.

"All right, see you at Dark City tonight, Dude," replied Adri bluntly. He just wanted to remind his friend.

"Got it, Boss!" Richie replied, ending the call, removing his wireless earphones from his ears, and putting them back in their special place on his car dashboard.

Finally, he arrived at his penthouse apartment on the 20th floor of Senopati Penthouse, Kebayoran Baru, South Jakarta, after battling Jakarta's traffic jams.

Richie chose that apartment because he liked its complete facilities and its proximity to premium business centers and many large malls such as Plaza Senayan, Pacific Place, and Plaza FX. In addition, there was a private elevator for penthouse apartment owners.

Sometimes he felt lonely living alone in the 140 m2 apartment. However, his divorce still left a trauma in Richie's heart. Maybe one day he will rediscover the love he has long lost, but not now.

Richie walked to the balcony of his apartment unit, looking at the sunset and the hustle and bustle of the city of Jakarta from the 20th floor. He lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. His mind wandered to the beautiful girl next to his car earlier. Her face was memorable because it was special, like a celebrity's. Was she a new artist? Richie wondered curiously.

After finishing his cigarette, Richie hurried to the bathroom to take a cold shower. Even though his body didn't smell, he felt so hot after a day of activity.

After showering, he looked at himself in the mirror in front of the sink. Brown hairs were starting to grow thickly on his face around his mouth and jaw. Actually, even with a beard, he still looked handsome like a blue-eyed devil, but Richie felt that he looked untidy, so he decided to shave his face until it was smooth. Then he put on aftershave with a fresh musk scent.

He dried his long bangs with a hairdryer until they were completely dry, then applied a little pomade to smooth them back; the rest of his hair was cut short.

Richie then walked to the walk-in closet to find clean clothes suitable for wearing to the club. He chose a dark blue suit with a white silk shirt and no tie. He owned the club, so he didn't need to be too formal, just neat.

Before getting dressed, Richie sprayed his favorite Summer Eternity CK perfume on his naked body, which was only covered by a white towel around his hips. His body was perfectly sculpted because he diligently worked out at the gym three times a week. None of his dates had ever failed to be mesmerized by his perfect body when he took off his clothes in bed, unless they were too drunk, of course.

Richie put on his Alexander Christie watch on his left wrist and grabbed the keys to his black BMW before leaving his penthouse apartment.

It was already evening when Richie drove his car back to the club. He decided to stop by the McDonald's drive-thru and buy a Big Mac and french fries for dinner, accompanied by a glass of cola during the drive to his club, because the roads were congested around 7 p.m. Everyone seemed to be out looking for dinner or just hanging out with their friends.

So he ate dinner while waiting for the traffic jam to clear up on its own. Richie had become very adapted to life as a resident of Jakarta after living in the metropolitan city for 10 years.

Ariana Grande's song played in his car; he liked the young singer. Some of the lyrics were so naughty that they made him laugh to himself when he heard them. He needed a 'dangerous woman' to play with too; lately, his life had been too flat and boring. Maybe later he'll go hunting for an attractive woman at his club. He wants someone naughty and challenging to his desires-a stripper, perhaps?

Finally, the traffic jam cleared, and his car could cruise at a steady 70 km/h toward Central Jakarta.