Human livestock.

I tried my best to remain professional as the passengers started to figure out what was about to happen. We were headed directly into Asia. Several of the passengers were white. A few others mixed in, too, but the point was that they weren't Asian. They all handled it a little differently.

Some stared quietly ahead, gripping something tightly. Some acted out, forcing me to intervene and try to calm them. Jenny had no luck calming anyone, but for some reason, being told by a white girl that everything was going to be okay seemed to carry some weight. I had no idea if it really would be okay, but I couldn't let them cause trouble. I had a job to do.

Ten minutes before touch-down, the TRAP touched us. I felt it in my soul as I became less than I was. I gasped and covered my mouth with a hand. When it happened I was bent at the waist, talking to a middle-aged black woman. I saw her change the same moment I felt it myself. There was nothing to mark the change; she was an anxious and concerned woman one moment and a noisy thing irritating me in the next.

I stood up, suddenly uninterested in her problems or her emotional distress. As long as she stayed in her seat, I didn't care about her at all. It was a surreal feeling. I turned, surveying the cabin. All the Chinese passengers were still people. I still cared about their comfort, their dignity. No one else on the plane mattered to me.

I felt a hand on my ass and turned, my mind floating in a fog of shock.

A Chinese man twice my age was feeling me up without a care in the world, grasping and fondling my thick backside. I worked out, did squats. It showed. It made sense he'd be curious. I swallowed, feeling none of the usual fire I'd have had for someone who'd touched me without an invitation. I felt like I had no right to defend my body from him, except that he would make my uniform dirty. That thought led to another and I spoke; I was calmer than expected thanks to the shock. "Excuse me, sir. Please refrain from molesting airline property while I am on duty."

He sniffed dismissively but he did remove his hand. The name tag on my chest suddenly became the single most valuable thing in the world to me. I didn't know if I could truly be considered airline property, but if he respected that line, I was going to hide behind it. That and anything else that might protect me.

I fled to the back of the plane for landing while Jenny, now Jinjing, insisting I use her proper name now that we were in Asia, just stared at me, lost in thought.

We landed. Company policy required all passengers to de-plane in a timely manner. We had to summon security from the airport to forcibly remove a few of the more stubborn whites. Some of them were bleeding as they were dragged out. I took my position quietly at the rear of the plane and offered a smile and a small bow of my head to all the Asian passengers. I was curiously unconcerned with the anger, fear, and despair I heard from several minority passengers as they were **** out of the plane and into the uncaring world.

"Have a pleasant day." I said, smiling to a Chinese woman who somehow managed to look down her nose at me despite being much shorter than I. She'd been very friendly the entire flight. A male Chinese member of the flight crew was striking a white man who wouldn't let go of his chair and was holding up the disembarking passengers. "We apologize for this inconvenience."

When the plane was empty of passengers, I sank into a seat, suddenly feeling the emotional weight of everything happening to me. I wept, crying uncontrollably for several minutes until Jinjing snapped at me to get off my fat white ass and help clean the plane.

I returned to my work, and after thirty minutes the entire flight crew was ready to exit the plane. I grabbed my little suitcase with trembling hands and turned to Jinjing. "Can I go with you?"