I lost the will to move, feeling as if I were aging rapidly. My body weakened to the point where I couldn't understand it anymore. At that time, an acquaintance told me about a woman with similar symptoms who was cured by qigong. I asked where it was done and decided to give it a try. Unable to move, I took a taxi, and the driver asked, "Are you okay? You look like you're in pain." Arriving at the building, I went down the stairs to the basement, where a qigong practitioner, whom I had an appointment with, greeted me. I entered the door, sat in a chair, and although I felt nothing, I was told electromagnetic waves were flowing. Without explaining my symptoms, I let the practitioner assess my body. Despite hospitals and MRIs not understanding, and herbal medicine not curing me, I wondered if this would work. After about 15 minutes of sitting, being touched on my head, arms, and legs, I felt my body warming up. Next, I stood between two rubber bands set up behind the chair for qigong. The bands were about a meter long, tied to sturdy iron pillars, and about 15 centimeters thick. Surprised by the request to undress and stand, I complied. The lower band was at waist height, tightening like a belt when I leaned against it. The other band was at back height, and I was told to spread my arms, fixing my wrists. Standing in a long girdle and underwear, the practitioner moved the rubber belt from behind, causing vibrations. I exhaled forcefully, but my breathing was shallow, and I couldn't exhale well. The practitioner advised not to force it and to do what I could. My hair, uncut for a year, hung down to my waist, mixed with gray, and was stroked, feeling energy. It was strange; my spine, at only 37 kilograms, felt energized when stroked by the practitioner. Standing with my waist and arms fixed to the taut rubber belt, I was touched on the chest, feeling energy, and my lower body was stroked, which seemed to bring relief. The practitioner mentioned negative energy and suggested detoxification, asking if I could come several times. Feeling slightly better after one session, I decided to continue. The qigong fee was 4,000 yen, which seemed cheap, but the taxi cost 10,000 yen round trip. After two or three visits, my body changed as if by magic. On qigong nights, I could sleep, and the next day, I could sit in a chair for about two hours without getting tired. On the fourth visit, the practitioner said something strange about dyeing my gray hair, dressing more femininely, and bringing out my charm. I dyed my hair black myself, wore heavier makeup and perfume, and went in lingerie. I, who had been weak and lethargic, began to change. Sitting in the electromagnetic chair, touched from head to neck, I felt the negative energy leaving. Standing, with my waist and arms fixed, I was touched from behind, receiving energy and detoxification. The practitioner complimented me, saying I had become a very attractive woman, with beautiful black hair, a pleasant scent, and a glossy black slip and pantyhose that felt good to the touch, making me very feminine and attractive. That day, the rubber belt was pulled back so much that my upper body bent backward, and when suddenly released, I felt my body propelled forward by the rebound. I could breathe deeply, exhaling with a voice. The practitioner, as usual, touched my chest, but when my bra was grasped, I felt a different sensation. Even when my slip-covered thighs were stroked, I felt it. My legs were spread while fixed, and the practitioner put their face and mouth on my slip-covered crotch, calling it detoxification. Even with just bones and skin, when my pantyhose-covered crotch was touched, I felt it. The see-through bikini under the pantyhose was visible, but it was okay. After detoxification, I received energy, feeling warmth as my pantyhose-covered crotch was rubbed. The practitioner suggested moving my fixed waist back and forth with force. I disturbed my black slip, moving my slip-covered crotch back and forth near the practitioner's face, feeling quite erotic but relieved. When my slip-covered crotch touched the practitioner's face, they held my buttocks with their hands, performing qigong on my lower body from front to back. My pantyhose-covered legs felt good, and being stroked in my slip felt good, and even when my bra was played with, I felt it. When I consciously received it as a woman in underwear, it felt very good and pleasurable. The next day, I felt amazing, my body felt light. It was as if negative energy and toxins had been removed, and energy had been given. On the next visit, it was amazing, my body in underwear fixed to the rubber belt. The practitioner put their hand inside my pantyhose, and inside my bikini, feeling good, getting wet. Fixed and standing, I was attacked without resistance. My nipples were exposed from my slip bra and sucked, feeling it, my crotch felt good, even standing. My menopausal body, just bones and skin, felt strange. Even fixed and standing, I wanted to be done, wanting my underwear pulled down. The practitioner noticed, pulling down my pantyhose and bikini from behind, pulling the waist rubber belt strongly backward. What was that? The slip hem from below, standing, was impossible, but it was on my crotch. Something thick was pressing into my crotch, and when the rubber belt was suddenly released, it came out with a sound from my crotch. I squirted, it was amazing. I rent out the second and third floors of my house, earning about 600,000 yen a month, and I go by taxi every week. My body is healing, and conversely, my body is craving. Squirting so much that love juice splatters feels irresistible, it had been about ten years, and it feels good. Even so, the practitioner healed my weakened skeleton-like body, making me feel as a woman, even in my crotch, and making me crave. The practitioner is amazing. Recently, even when my pantyhose and bikini are pulled down and fixed, I can climax while tapping my heels on the floor. The practitioner seems to like my face at the moment of climax, and I shake my long, dyed black hair, making a harsh, painful, lewd face, and they seem to like my groans, so I let them out. They also seem to like seeing my crotch at the moment of climax, so I tell them I'm climaxing, even though it's embarrassing while standing. Saying my love juice is leaking and dripping excites them. Initially, I seemed like a weakened, gray-haired old woman, even to the neighbors. But now, neighbors say I look 15 years younger with black hair. My skeleton-like body hasn't changed, but wearing lingerie makes me feel a bit feminine, and even my flat chest can be disguised with a bra. The transparent bikini worn on my flat, protruding pelvic bones and pubic bone is skeleton-like but erotic.

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