Thailand Sissy

I really just wanted a vacation away from my ex wife that I was divorcing, from my dead end job, and my annoying ass boss. This trip was supposed to be fun. Site seeing across Thailand, their rich, beautiful locations and religious temples.

The beautiful scenery I had seen after I got off the flight and rode to my resort had vanished into these deep woods. The road is gravel but now it’s completely covered dirt. We could all feel the bumps after every wheel hit a hole.

I found myself on the end of a bus, heading to a place where I have absolutely no idea where we are going. I'm the only white guy on this old yellow school bus with over fifteen Asians looking men.

Three Thai men holding weapons. They’re filled to the brim with knives, pistols, and automatic rifles.

“Hey!! Hey! I’m not supposed to be here!” I hollered out to the men in camouflage gear. “I’m not part of your country. I’m visiting!” I repeated my case.

One of the Thai men walked to me. “H̄ub pā knạng!!” The man shouted. My face puffed up from his hit. He landed all of his impact. A bruise is surely gonna pop up from this.

I look at the other men ahead of me on the bus. Their faces are confused as well.

They gotta know the language

Rubbing my face with his markings. I thought to myself how I ended up in this predicament.