The Lost Tribe

I traveled to Africa, specifically to Namibia, in search of a tribe of warrior women related to the Himba, where a legend says that they live in the Caprivi region, a remote place between the borders of Angola, Zambia and Botswana between the Kwando and Chobe rivers.

I am an anthropologist and I started this adventure alone, since I want to prove the existence of this tribe to my colleagues in the profession, but I have been traveling around this area for a week, food is already scarce, the battery of the mobile phone is dead and so far I have not been lucky enough to find it.

By the way, my name is Snow, I am 1’83, green eyes, a fibrous and athletic body due to hard work in the gym and white skin, very white, almost like milk. I classify my mouth as normal, neither big nor small with full lips, a small nose and I am a redhead, with long curly hair that reaches almost to my waist.

I’ve been walking for two days now since I had to leave the Jeep without diesel stranded on a rocky place, the heat is unbearable, my hair is all tangled, I can feel the sweat wetting my completely shaved pubis, I’m wearing a soaked white linen shirt and this makes my small but firm breasts transparent, my pink areolas shine and I’m permanently screwed.

My blurred vision finally sees some silhouettes in the distance, I raise my arms in a sign of help and I collapse exhausted waiting for them to see me and come to my aid.

I open my eyes, look around me and try to remember what happened. I’m lying on a tapestry on the floor, in a hut with mud walls and a very high roof made of reeds. I stand up, head towards the door and go out. Outside there are about twenty tall women about my height, with reddish ochre skin, dressed only in a cowhide cloth that acts as a skirt, it is very short, some are armed with spears, they also wear metal wristbands and they are completely bald.

They look at me, I look at them, they come closer and begin to admire my blatantly white skin and the reddish hair that I have. I timidly touch the one that is closest, her skin is soft and smooth, I am struck by her beauty and how pretty they are, even with their shaved heads.
Suddenly one of the women approaches me and in excellent English asks me how I feel. Surprised I tell her that I am fine and we begin to have a conversation.

As a good scientist who studies human beings, I begin to take an interest in them. I told them that I am an anthropologist and university professor and I am looking for a warrior tribe made up only of women that I thought lived there. She burst out laughing and told me to stop looking because I had already found it.

During the following days we exchanged impressions, so I learned that almost all of them speak several languages, since they usually study in Europe, Asia and America, that they go abroad to procreate and that they only stay with their daughters to continue with the tribe. They are versed in the arts of war, writing, fine arts, medicine, hunting, agriculture, livestock, etc. Decades ago they separated from the Himba ethnic group, settled far from where they live and had adopted new “rules”. They try to keep the existence of their tribe a secret to grow the legend and demonstrate how valid women are. They make the clothes they wear themselves, that they have other types of dresses depending on the occasion, for rest, work and even for rituals.

Back to the first day, after a few curiosities and eating in the hut of the one who seemed to be the chief of the tribe, they invited me to go to the hut they assigned me, they brought me the clothes I would wear while living with them and without even realizing it, they undressed me and gave me a tiny piece of cloth that served as a skirt, they put some wide bracelets on each arm and a wide necklace of various colors, leaving my breasts uncovered, that was all the clothing they wore and now what I would wear.

The days went by and I became more and more interested in their customs, I helped with shepherding, fetching water, building a hut for myself, I became more and more integrated. I kept taking notes and documenting everything. To bear the heat and to prevent the sun from burning my very white skin, every morning two of the youngest warriors would cover my body with a transparent milky cream that when it dried looked like it was plasticized. The most delicate and at the same time stimulating moment was when they would spread it on my vagina and ass. The first few days I would let out a cry of surprise, from then on I wished that moment would come every day. Then they would insert a wooden ball into my vagina and a smooth wooden dildo into my anus (every two days the size of these two objects would change for slightly larger ones). They would also massage my nipples and pinch them until they were hard and erect. As the days went by the pain was more bearable but I never got used to it. Two other women smear all my hair with a kind of mud (ochre mixed with butter) making braids and rolling it on top of my head. As for hygiene, since they were not in the habit of bathing, we would use perfume creams that they made ourselves, and we would smear each other’s whole body to eliminate body odors. On more than one occasion I would arrive at the hut and have to masturbate because I was so excited when I touched their skin and their soft shaved heads, while they were having sex with each other, and I couldn’t because I wasn’t part of the tribe. It’s not that it’s a lesbian community, but they satisfied their sexual appetites. When they applied the ointment to my hair, on more than one occasion I cursed the fact that it was getting more and more tangled, because of the mud and the weight of it applied to it every day.

The weeks went by and the time came to say that I had to leave, but I was surprised when they said that I could not leave if I did not first agree to be one of them, to be part of the tribe. To do so, I had to go through an exhausting ritual that lasted several days. They could not tell me anything because the process was slow and once it had started, there was no turning back. The ritual ended with an oath to keep the tribe’s secret.

So, with no other option and several hours of meditation, we agreed to start the next morning.

It was still night when they came to wake me up. They took me out of the hut completely naked, just like them. We sat in a circle and began to eat and drink. They offered me a glass with a sweet liquid and after a while I was groggy. They had drugged me to such an extent that I knew what was happening but I had no will to speak or move.

The leader of the tribe got up and slowly approached me, stood behind me and then they brought her a kind of knife and a vessel with a liquid. The others began to dance a tribal dance and the ritual began. With both hands she took the liquid from the vessel and wet all my hair, when it was well soaked, she slowly began to shave my hair. She put the razor on my forehead and with flicks of her wrist she cut all the hair from the roots. I noticed how all my hair was coming loose without the possibility of doing anything, a few tears ran down my cheek but I was completely paralyzed by the concoction. I thought about the pain of losing my beautiful red hair, so many years of taking care of it, but at the same time, I felt relief that finally the problem of hair that was so tangled, full of knots, damaged and weighed down by so much mud was over. Very calmly she passed the razor over and over again over my scalp leaving it completely smooth, I heard and felt the sound of the razor scraping it, it seemed to me that it lasted an eternity. Once I was completely bald, he wet my head again with the same liquid from the vessel, spreading it over my eyebrows as well, and proceeded to pass the razor over my entire head again, again and again, again and again, then he passed it over my eyebrows until they disappeared. The sun was beginning to rise when the first day of the ritual had finally begun.

With the first rays of the sun, it was quite a contrast to see my completely white body in the middle of so many tanned bodies.

They lifted me up and took me to a wooden cubicle one and a half meters high by one and a half meters wide, set on some stones. They put me in and I sat there. I cannot say how long I was there, but it was getting hotter and hotter and I began to sweat profusely inside that kind of sauna. I was beginning to get over the doping and my whole body was covered in sweat and when it seemed I couldn’t take it any longer, they took me out, led me to my hut, dried me off and smeared my whole body with a kind of green paste. To do this, two of them covered my body from the waist down and two others from the waist up. To allow me to breathe, they put a tube in my mouth and another one in each nostril. They also introduced a large wooden ball with a small rope into my vagina. To do this, they massaged my pussy until it was dilated and as soon as they began to see that juice was coming out of it, they put it in without hesitation. In the anal area they proceeded in the same way, but they introduced a phallic object, also made of wood. The pain was unbearable at first, but little by little it became like a minor annoyance until I got used to them and almost didn’t notice the objects introduced into my body. They also massaged and pinched my nipples until they hardened before smearing them on me.

Once my whole body was covered in the green paste, they left me standing for several hours, the paste became harder and harder, like plaster, and it burned and stung more and more. The four warriors took turns watching me and to keep me from falling they put a kind of crutches resting on my armpits. When the sun began to set, several women came in and began to remove my green cape, came out as if it were a silicone body. The phallus when they took it out was stained with blood and shit, the bitches had broken my ass, then they pulled the rope and a huge wooden ball came out of my pussy accompanied by a large amount of vaginal discharge and urine, my nipples were stuck and I noticed them super hard and sore. They fed me and I fell asleep because of how sore I was.

The next day when I woke up, I instinctively ran my hands over my head, it was completely smooth, soft, pleasant to the touch, to the point that I started to get excited, I lowered my hands all over my body, my skin was silky, I couldn’t contain myself and I started to rub my vagina with two fingers, each time I inserted more fingers until I put my whole hand in (the ball had done its job well), the orgasm was a championship, the screams of pleasure woke up the whole camp.

They all came running and when they saw what was happening they started laughing. Once they calmed down, we repeated the same process as the day before. They took me to the square room and I stayed there until I started to sweat profusely again. They took me out and once again they smeared my whole body with the green paste (this time the itching and burning was not as intense and disappeared within a few hours). But not before introducing the phallic object into my anus and the ball into my pussy, but this time the size of both things was larger, while they pinched my nipples once more. When it was getting dark, they removed the green paste, the phallus from my ass without blood, probably already with the most accessible hole and the ball with its consequent juices, the nipples seemed to have grown from how much they protruded from the breasts. With difficulty walking and even more so when sitting down, I waited for the chief of the tribe who appeared with dinner. During the dinner she explained to me that the reason for the phallus and the ball was to dilate my genitals for better sexual pleasure by being able to be penetrated by members larger than normal and enjoy sex more. As for hardening the nipples, it was also to make them more erogenous to pleasure and pain. Putting me in this kind of sauna was so that the pores of the skin would open to the maximum, so by spreading the green paste (made with various plants) all over the body, they ensured that it had the desired effect, penetrating as deeply as possible and burning all the hair roots, with this they achieved that my hair would never grow again or at most, I would go years without it growing. At this moment I began to cry, how could I live forever without a hair on my body, without my red hair, how could they have done this to me? She got up, took off the little cloth that covered her pussy and laid me down, she lay down next to me, two naked bodies, one completely white, the other completely reddish ochre, she took my hands and made me caress her body while she caressed mine. That’s how I understood that a completely shaved body creates an unimaginable pleasure, an incomparable satisfaction and an extraordinary pure joy.

We touched each other’s heads, our breasts, she played with my pink areolas and my hard nipples before licking my pussy, I also played with her hard nipples until I furiously stuck all my fingers in her sex. That night we came up to three times before falling asleep. It was the first sexual experience I had with another woman and it was sensational.

The third day at first she was more relaxed while she was with a few women grinding some reddish stones until filling two one-meter-high bowls, others were filling bowls with cow butter. The scene was little more than provocative, since we were all bare-breasted, with the movement of our arms as we beat them, our breasts rubbed against each other to the point that I kept getting my whole crotch wet from the fluids coming out of my cunt. At dusk, they mixed the bowls of butter with one of the bowls of crushed ochre powder, resulting in a creamy, dark red ointment. Then they bent me over a smaller bowl, one of them stood behind me, tied a leather strap to her waist from which a phallus made of leather came out and sodomized me at the same time that she grabbed my tits and began to milk my nipples until milk began to come out of them. God, what pain, what a cow-like sensation came to my mind and what an anal orgasm I had in a moment. He thrust so hard and pulled on my nipples so furiously that my ass was torn apart and my nipples stretched more than two fingers, it was torture and a pleasure at the same time.

When they saw that no more milk was coming out of my tits, he pulled his phallus out of my ass, they sat me up, took the bowl with the milk, poured it into the already mixed ointment and continued stirring. While they continued with the mixture, some of them accompanied me to my hut, laid me on my side and carefully applied a herbal balm to my nipples, covering the areolas and part of the breasts. They also introduced a lot of balm into the asshole, the feeling of relief was such that in the position I was in I fell asleep.

It was the fourth day of the ritual when I was awakened by a commotion outside the hut, I sat up and to my surprise I saw that my nipples no longer hurt but were still a little longer than normal, the anal pain had diminished considerably and I hardly felt any pain.
I went outside and saw two new girls who were surrounded by the others, who accompanied them to the warrior chief’s hut, immediately after they also accompanied me to the same hut and there they introduced us. One was a “real” warrior, the other looked like them, her features were not African and she introduced herself as Giselle, she was German and four years ago she became one of the warriors, her real skin was not as white as mine, but she once was. Who would have thought, since now her skin was a reddish black like that of the warriors of the tribe. Her head was completely shaved and her skin was as silky as everyone else’s. Laughing, she told me that she found the tribe by chance and that whenever she can, she comes to take a “color bath.”

We brought her up to date on how the ritual was going and that today it was time for me to take the “color bath.” That was when the chief took me by the hand and put me in front of a full-length mirror. What a different person I saw in front of me than I remembered. I began to look at myself from all sides, to touch my head, to see my breasts up close, the nipples in the state they were, her pink areolas, my very soft pubis, the buttocks of my ass in perfect shape, the green of my eyes without eyebrows looked more intense and again my shaved head. She did not stop looking at me and touching me over and over again. The others did nothing but laugh.

After a long time of not taking their eyes off me and listening to Giselle as she had gotten used to living completely bald and without hair on her entire body, they came to get me to continue with the ritual.

That day it was time for the cubicle again. Thinking about how I had seen myself in front of the mirror, I didn’t realize that I was in there until I was sweating more than the other times. When they took me out, my body was red, I looked like a shrimp from the heat I had been through, they took me to a larger hut where they were all standing in a circle, they placed me in the center and applied a dark ochre-colored watery cream all over my body, then taking the ground red powder from one of the bowls, they began to throw it over me until I was completely covered from head to toe.

Then two of the warriors with some kind of brushes made of goat hair, one from the front and the other from behind, began to shake off all the excess dust from my body, starting from the head and going down to the feet. They focused on my nipples and areolas, the labia majora of my vagina and between my buttocks. During the procedure, I had a thousand and one sensations of pleasure mixed with endless tickling. Once they finished, they applied a golden ochre liquid balm and let it dry. They brushed my entire body again and we left the hut.

The sun was already setting when I first saw the color my body now had. With the last rays of the day’s sun, my skin tone was a light, golden, shiny chocolate. It was amazing. I almost confused myself with them when I sat down to eat dinner.

After participating in the tribal dances and chatting for a while with Giselle, I retired exhausted to my hut. There were still a few days of ritual left. When I entered it, the first thing I noticed was the mirror they had placed. I approached and inspected the transformation I had undergone in four days. The skin, despite the powder and creams applied, was as soft as silk. My green eyes looked ravishing, the areolas were a little darker than the rest of the body, as were the nipples and they were already their normal size. I opened my vagina and with surprise and admiration I found that the labia majora were a golden chocolate color. The technique applied worked and there is almost nothing left of that white woman with red hair from a month ago.

I kept touching myself, I couldn’t believe how beautiful I looked tanned and completely bald, I kept stroking my head and neck, admiring my killer eyes, without stopping to look at myself in the mirror, I lowered the nanos to my breasts and rubbed them repeatedly, I pinched the nipples until they hurt, I ran my hands over my belly and caressed my ass, I sucked the fingers of my hand and gently introduced a couple of fingers in her hole and began to move them inside until they hurt me and I felt pleasure, I was already wet when with the other hand I caressed my pussy, I rubbed it hard and with quick movements, I introduced two fingers, three, four, the movements became faster and faster, the vaginal fluids ran down my thighs and suddenly an orgasm followed by multiple spasms left me exhausted and lying on the floor. When I could, I got up, cleaned myself with the balsamic creams and went to bed.

The fifth day was more or less the same as the fourth, the only difference was that when I came out of the wooden cubicle all sweaty and they took me to the big hut, instead of covering me with the dark ochre powder, they smeared my whole body with the result of the mixture of the ground red powder, butter, herbs and the milk taken from my breasts. For this, two warriors took care of smearing me from the waist up. They started with the head, they did it thoroughly, the face, ears, nose, mouth and head, they went down the neck, until they reached the breasts, paying special attention to the nipples and areolas and they finished at the height of the waist.

Then it was the turn of the other two warriors, they started where the others had finished, they leaned me forward and very delicately began to smear my ass, separating my buttocks and avoiding filling my hole, they raised me up and continued along the back of my legs. They continued with my feet, legs up to the vagina, they made me separate my legs and while one opened my vagina, the other very carefully impregnated my labia majora, then all the pubis from the outside until reaching my waist. Once again I thought I would die of sexual pleasure. What hands and fingers they had.

They left me the remaining bowl telling me that from the next day onwards, I had to smear it myself and that I had to go naked so that the sun would do the rest.

The other two days that followed were different from those of the ritual up to now. I would get up, smear my whole body, spending more time on my sensual shaved head, my increasingly firm breasts, my harder ass and my erotic and lustful pussy. It was curious how silky my skin became. I would leave the hut and all day long they would teach me how to make balms, creams, mix red or golden ochre with butter and herbs and other cosmetic ointments for grooming, body hygiene and healing.

Walking naked those two days bore fruit, my skin had taken on a shiny reddish bronze colour, my areolas and nipples were much darker than my skin, bordering on a strong brown, even my lips had the colour of milk chocolate. When I was with them, the difference between us could no longer be seen.

So the day of the final ritual and the oath to the tribe’s secret arrived. For this, all the warriors had to dress up in the best fabrics, accessories and make-up. I put on the clothes I had made for the occasion, which consisted of a tanned brown cowhide skirt that barely covered my private parts, some hoop bracelets that I put on covering almost all of my forearms, others that covered my ankles, and a wide necklace of various colors, leaving my firm breasts and my nipples exposed. They came in to put makeup on me and with a very fine brush, they painted elegant eyebrows in black, the line of my eyes in the Egyptian style and my lips that enhanced their fleshiness even more. They also marked the circumference of my areolas with little dots and I waited for them to come and get me.

During the waiting time I went to the mirror and I couldn’t stop looking at myself. I looked pretty, pretty and sexy, the makeup suited me and the shaved head made me more sensual and morbid. Instinctively my hands began to caress her head, it was soft, smooth, silky, I never imagined she would be so pretty without hair, the reddish tan helped her look even more attractive. I was beginning to have a sexual fantasy when suddenly a noise behind me brought me back to reality.

They were two warriors dressed and made up like me, they were armed with spears, but with the peculiarity that in their nipples they had small diamonds embedded, one had yellow ones, the other orange ones. This made their beautiful breasts stand out even more. They accompanied me to the outside where the whole tribe was waiting for me in the central part of the village. They were all standing in a semicircle, armed with spears except for the chief. We walked towards them and then I noticed that all of them had diamonds fixed on their nipples as decoration, each one of a different color. Only the chief of the tribe had diamonds attached to her nipples, and other much smaller ones surrounded her areolas.

I continued walking until I was in front of her. She raised her hands and placed them on my head. As she lowered them to rest them on my breasts, she asked me.

– Do you want to be part of the tribe?
– Yes, I answered.
– Do you want to be a warrior?
– Yes.
– Will you keep the tribe’s secret?
– Yes.
– If you break your promise, pain will be the punishment before your death.

He turned to his right where there was a wooden pedestal, on which rested a clay paten with two light green diamonds attached to a pin about two centimeters long. Without saying anything else, he took my chest with one hand squeezed my right breast and when the nipple stood out between his almost closed hand, with the other hand he took the first of the diamonds, placed the tip of the pin on the nipple and slowly stuck it in until the diamond touched the tip of the nipple. I held my breath and without closing my eyes I endured the pain without a cry or a grimace. I was barely able to bear this torture when he squeezed my left breast, took the other diamond and performed the same operation. The pain was so intense that I almost fainted. Then he spoke again to say:

-Your silence in the face of pain and torture shows that the secret of the tribe is safe with you.

They brought me a spear and approaching me he said, “You are now a warrior, you are now one of us,” then he gave me a soft kiss on the lips while biting them until a trickle of blood came out of them. One by one they gave me a soft kiss on the lips, with which the touch of the diamonds on my nipples against theirs inflicted even more pain on me.

Giselle was the last in line, she looked me up and down, showed me her diamonds stuck in her nipples, they were light blue, and she gently and delicately touched mine. I could not hide a grimace of pain, while she commented that they also hurt her and that the green color I was wearing had been chosen to match my green eyes. She kissed me softly on the lips and gave me a small wooden chest to keep the diamonds in. Then we met up with the other warriors to celebrate my admission to the tribe, it was a night to explain curiosities, experiences, little secrets, until tired and exhausted I retired to my hut.

I left the spear leaning against the wall, went over to the mirror, put the small wooden box on the floor, focused my gaze on my diamond-studded nipples, caressed my breasts and my nipples gave a small spasm that hurt me, I knelt down, put my left hand under my left breast and very carefully with my right hand, I began to pull the diamond from the nipple until the whole needle came out of it. I felt a pleasant relief, I placed it in the small box. Then I did the same with the other breast, I put my left hand under it and with my right hand I slowly pulled out the diamond stuck in the nipple. I placed it next to the other in the box, closed it and left it on the floor.

My nipples were swollen, I caressed my breasts, with a finger of each hand I made circles on those areolas that were now quite dark and that just a few days ago were a deep pink color. I inspected my nipples closely and seeing no trace of blood, I smeared them with the healing balm, leaving them completely covered in the green concoction. I touched my lower lip, the bitch had given me a good bite, it was swollen and I gave up on removing the makeup that was on it for the moment. I did apply a watery cream on my eyes and eyebrows, to remove the makeup that was on them. I lay down, closed my eyes and the tension of the last few days began to disappear.

I opened my eyes, it must have been very late since the sunlight was entering the hut, I was so relaxed that I had slept a lot and well. My nipples were no longer swollen but they still hurt, I get up, remove the balm applied to my nipples and begin to smear my entire body with the mixture of reddish powder, butter and herbs. Standing in front of the mirror, I can’t stop looking at myself and inspecting every inch of my skin. In the end I take one of the cloths, I put it on (I still think that the skirts are so short that it is hardly worth wearing them) I go out and join the tasks that some of them are doing.

Days go by and I am no longer in such a hurry to leave. One day, with Giselle and two other warriors, we go in search of the Jeep that I left abandoned, for this we go with the vehicle that she came with and we bring it to the camp. Those who understand mechanics tune it up. Days continue to pass and now I do inform the boss that my three-month visa in the country has almost expired and it is time to return home.

It was time to leave, doubts and nerves began to settle in my head, Giselle explained personal experiences to me and acted as my therapist, but I was afraid of how the people who know me will react when they see me and how I will react in front of them. I was there, racking my brains, when several warriors came in with two large trunks, leaving one on each side of the mirror.

I opened the first one and it was all information, documents and folders full of compilations, data and notes about the Tribe. I looked inside for a while and then slammed it shut. It was staying there, it no longer made sense, nor did I want to, reveal the existence of the Tribe.

In the other one, there was a bit of clothing, dresses, two or three pairs of pants, a shirt, several t-shirts, some boots, socks, underwear, a toiletry bag, a makeup kit and a few other things of personal interest. I started to sort through my clothes and chose a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, socks and boots for the car ride. I decided not to bring underwear, I had gotten used to not wearing them. I closed the trunk and put the clothes on top ready to put them on, then two of the warriors came in with a box each, they left them on the floor and said goodbye, I opened the first one and smiled, then the other and the smile was wider, the boxes contained a ball and a phallus of enormous size. I took them and put them inside the trunk that I had to take with me. I also put a jar of the mixture that I used to spread on my body.

One by one, all the warriors came to say goodbye. Giselle gave me her address in Germany so I could come and see her in a few months. The last one was the chief warrior. She was carrying a long box with a message: “I bring you a memory from the past that you might need to get through airport controls.” She left.
My curiosity made me open the box quickly. I was so surprised that I started to cry. Inside that box was my hair, all my beautiful red hair. They had washed it, it was clean, silky, soft, and they had made a wig out of it. I took it, went to the mirror, and put it on. It was as if it hadn’t been cut, but it didn’t look so good with my skin color. I took it off, put it inside its box, and it was inside the trunk to take with me.

I didn’t want to delay my departure any longer, I took off my skirt, put on my shorts, put on my t-shirt, socks, put on my boots and went to look for the Jeep. I arrived in front of the hut, went in to look for the trunk, loaded it into the vehicle and headed for Windhoek, the capital of Namibia. There were many thoughts in my head, as the hours passed by driving, I realized that not wearing underwear was torture, my pants kept rubbing my vagina and wreaking havoc, my nipples were sore from rubbing against my t-shirt so much, and the air caressing my shaved head was a joy. I stopped at the first gas station I found and the toilet was my sexual escape for the day. As soon as I closed the door, pulled down my pants and touched my pussy, a lot of vaginal fluid came out in a stream.

I cleaned myself as best I could and went out to get a soft drink and something sweet at the cafeteria. The waitress who served me, after serving me, commented that she liked my look, that I had a nice tan and my eyes looked very enhanced without eyebrows. I blushed and then realized that I hadn’t put on makeup. I paid and when I got out I noticed that everyone was looking at me, I got into the Jeep, sighed and kept driving, it was more than twelve hours of driving and I still had ten to go. It was getting dark when I arrived in front of the hotel in the capital where I stayed for a few days, before starting this unimaginable adventure. As soon as I got out of the car, a bellboy approached me, looked at me strangely, and I told him to lower the trunk of the Jeep.
Once inside, I went to the reception where the receptionist attended to me and kindly asked me:

-Do you want a room, Miss…

-Yes, thank you. I answered and gave him my passport.

He took it, looked at the photo, looked at me, repeated the operation and with surprise replied:

-Oh! Miss Snow, sorry, I didn’t recognize you. The same room as last time?

-Yes, thank you. I nodded tiredly.

-Allow me to congratulate you on your appearance. I see you are enjoying our country. Have a good stay.

Buttons. Miss Snow’ trunk.

Once in the room, the first thing I did was go to the bathroom and start filling the bathtub, I urgently needed a good bath. The bathtub was huge and when I submerged myself in it, an infinite relief and relaxation invaded my entire body. I don’t know how long I was submerged in that water that tasted like heaven to me, it was a pleasure I needed to have. I took a sponge and soap and began to scrub all over my body. That ochreous bronze color, with reddish and golden tones of my skin, did not go away. The pigmentation applied was a reality, it was permanent, I even saw my areolas and nipples getting darker, I looked down, opened my pussy and yes, my labia majora were also still the same color as the rest of my body.

I was still rubbing with the sponge when an idea occurred to me, but it would have to wait until the next day, today I was very tired. I got out of the bathtub extremely relaxed, I dried myself with the towel and looked to see if I had soiled it and no, the color was definitely stable. I went to the bedroom, picked up the phone and called the airport. After speaking with the agency and booking a plane ticket, they told me that I didn’t have a flight for three days, “perfect” I exclaimed, I lay down on the bed completely naked and fell into a very deep sleep.

I woke up and mentally remembered where I was, sleeping in a bed helped me rest and relax. I got up, looked at myself and thought that it was a pleasure to walk around naked with that mulatto body, I went to the bathroom, turned on the shower tap and went in. I felt the water falling on my completely shaved head was a pleasure. The water ran down my breasts to my feet, passing through my vagina. The jet of water hitting my nipples gave me a sadistic pleasure and feeling it running between my legs provoked me, so I started to touch myself until I got excited and ended up masturbating. My God, what total relaxation.

I was drying myself and still excited, I went to the trunk, opened the box with the ball, went back to the bathroom and in front of the mirror, I massaged my pussy and slowly I inserted it until it disappeared inside me. I moved my genitals until I checked that it was well placed. God, what a nuisance and what a satisfaction that gave.

I would have gladly gone out naked on the street, that was really freedom. I searched through the clothes I had and chose a strapless dress, when I put it on I noticed that it barely covered the areolas and marked the nipples like crazy, but at least it covered my sex. I went back to the bathroom and drew some very thin, arched eyebrows with the eyebrow pencil. I grabbed my bag, checked my wallet, and went shopping.
For hours, I wandered through the lively streets, savoring the vibrancy of Namibia’s culture. I purchased handcrafted jewelry, colorful textiles, and even some small artifacts that intrigued me as an anthropologist. It was a fulfilling experience to immerse myself in the local scene, blending into the crowd and embracing the environment around me.
When I returned to the hotel with my purchases, I asked for a meal to be sent to my room. The evening felt serene as I unpacked the treasures I had gathered and laid them out to admire. Afterward, I took a long, relaxing bath, allowing the water to soothe my body and mind. It was a moment to reflect on the days spent with the tribe and the profound transformation I had undergone.
Later, I called a colleague I trusted, someone who had always supported my work.
“Hello, Hans,” I said when he answered.
“Snow? Is that really you? I thought you were still in the field!”
“I’m back in town, Hans. Let’s meet tonight. I have so much to share with you.”
“Of course. Tell me the time and place.”
“Let’s say 9 PM at the hotel bar. Dress up, and keep an open mind. You’re in for a surprise.”
I ended the call with a smile, eager to reconnect with someone who could truly appreciate the significance of my journey.
The hours passed quickly, and at nine o’clock, I waited at the bar, my nerves tingling slightly. Hans arrived punctually, his surprise evident as he took in my transformed appearance.
“Snow? I can’t believe it’s you,” he said, his voice tinged with astonishment.
“It’s me, Hans,” I replied, laughing softly. “I told you it would be a surprise.”
We exchanged stories over dinner, and I recounted the challenges, discoveries, and personal growth I had experienced during my time with the tribe. He listened intently, his gaze unwavering, and for the first time in a long while, I felt seen—not as the person I was before, but as the one I had become.
As we finished our meal, the atmosphere shifted. There was an undeniable tension between us, a spark that neither of us could ignore. Back in my hotel room, that spark ignited. Hans was hesitant at first, his fingers brushing lightly against my bare scalp as if unsure whether this new version of me was real.
“You’re stunning,” he murmured, his voice low and reverent.
I smiled, taking his hand and placing it against my cheek. “I’m still me, Hans. Just… different.”
We came together naturally, our bodies exploring the unfamiliar but finding comfort in the closeness. His touch was gentle, yet possessive, as if he wanted to memorize every detail. I let myself go, surrendering to the moment and letting him take me as a woman, feeling more alive than I had in weeks.
Afterward, we lay side by side, the city lights filtering through the window. Hans traced small circles on my arm, his voice breaking the silence.
“Whatever you found out there, it changed you,” he said.
“It did,” I admitted. “And it made me gorgeous than ever.”
He smiled, his eyes filled with admiration. “I’m glad I got to see this version of you.”
The next morning, as sunlight streamed into the room, Hans kissed me goodbye, promising to keep in touch. I packed my belongings, feeling a deep sense of gratitude for the time we had shared.
At the airport, I reflected on the journey I had embarked on—how it had reshaped not just my body, but my identity. And boarding the plane, I said goodbye to Namibia, a country where I would soon return to find the lost tribe.

+37