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HIGH STAKES By Ken Meredith John Groom had it all. He was 35 years old, rich, single, and handsome. He owned numerous mansions, cars, boats, toys, and even a private plane. John groom had made his fortune by working 14-hour days, seven days a week. When he had graduated from MIT at the top of his class, Groom received many offers from the top technological firms in the country. He turned them all down, because he knew the real money was in owning his own firm. He created one of the first search engines on the rapidly growing Internet in the early 1990's. His Eureka! Search engine quickly garnered millions in ad revenue. He made an astounding profit because his only real overhead was the cost of the servers. Groom was not shortsighted, though, and realized that he needed to invest wisely. He knew even though the tech market was booming, the bottom would soon drop out. He was widely ridiculed when he sold such a lucrative venture such as Eureka to another company. He sold it for a cool billion dollars when he was 31 years old. The same people who had derided him earlier for selling off when the market was so high called him a genius when the tech stocks collapsed. For seven years of his life, John Groom had exhausted himself by working harder than any human should. It was time to play, and play he did. All his life, John Groom had been very competitive. He played football in the fall, basketball in the winter, and baseball in the spring. He was all state in all three. If he ever lost a game, he would brood for days after. If a teammate had ever screwed up and cost them the game, God help them, because Groom would savagely rip into them in the locker room. He stopped playing team sports for that very reason. He still loved competing, but preferred individual sports such as golf and tennis. In college he discovered the joys of gambling. One weekend, he and his friends drove down to Atlantic City. His friends would go eat or go to the shows. John only left the tables to go to the restroom. In the three days, he never ate or slept. He started off with $500 that his father had given him ostensibly for textbooks. When he left the casino on Sunday night, he had beaten the casino for almost $10,000 playing blackjack and craps. He was hooked. From then on, John Groom needed the action. He started betting on basketball games with a bookie. Not that he had a strong opinion on the Elon-Wofford game. He couldn't even tell you one player or even a coach on the teams. He just was starving for the action. After college, his gambling slowed considerably. It wasn't that Groom still did not need to get his gambling fix, but he just didn't have the time anymore. After selling his company, he had lots of free time on his hand and more money than he could spend in 10 lifetimes. He moved to Las Vegas and bought a house right on a golf course about 10 minutes from the Strip. Groom and his vast sums of money would have been welcomed gladly at any hotel, but he preferred to play at the Tropical Paradise. The Tropical Paradise was one of the hottest casinos in Vegas. It was frequented by a wide variety of young and hip personalities, including actors, actresses, athletes, musicians, and models. Paul Sanders, who also put three of the most popular nightclubs in the city in his hotel, owned it. The Tropical Paradise was one of the few privately owned casinos in Vegas. Most of the other corporate owned casinos did not want the action of the high rollers. They did not want to take the chance that they would get beat. Sanders was different though. He would take any bet for any amount of money, thus he attracted a lot of the top high rollers or whales as they were known in Vegas slang. Every year he would take $1,000,000 wagers on the Super Bowl. He would even allow people to bet up to $100,000 on one roll of the dice or one hand of blackjack. Sanders would occasionally get beat, but he knew that in the long run, his clients would eventually lose it all back. Sanders and Groom became pretty good friends because they were basically both the same type of person. One day Paul Sanders came up with an idea to keep his biggest players in action. He wanted a winner-take-all poker tournament. The tournament would be invitation only, and each entrant would pony up a $10,000,000 entry fee. He would only invite his 20 best players. Now even for the richest gambler, $200,000,000 would certainly get their attention. Sanders and his assistants met to decide who would get the coveted invitations. John Groom was the first name on the list. Toji Tanaka was a businessman from Japan, who mostly played Baccarat. He had never played poker before, but readily accepted the invitation, anyway. Sheik Abdul al Rahman was from Saudi Arabia, and like Tanaka was a poker novice. William Thomas was an oilman from Texas, and had played in several professional poker tournaments. Lord Nigel Graham was a member of the British royal family. Han Wu was a businessman from China. Vladimir Nikolav was from Moscow, and no one knew what he did for a living, but he was reputed to be a member of the Russian mafia. Jan Van der Meer was a diamond trader from South Africa. Gordon Jones was a professional gambler from Toronto. Juan Ortega officially sold furniture from his store in Mexico City, but strangely the "furniture business" was doing pretty well for him. Enough so that he went to Vegas once a month to legally launder millions of dollars a month in the casinos. Tony Finelli was a trial lawyer from New York who made millions from tort cases against pharmaceutical companies. Blaine Dixon was a movie producer from Hollywood. Daniel Weston was from Kentucky and preferred to be called Colonel. His father had died years ago and left him millions. Patrick Sullivan was from Boston, and was the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. Joe Warchowski was from Chicago, and was a professional poker player. He had finished second in last year's World Series of Poker. He was considered to be the prohibitive favorite. Alexander Brady was the owner of the Las Vegas Snake Eyes basketball team. Peter Dupree was from Miami, and usually bet only sporting events and horse racing. Andre Clement was from France, and usually bet at the casinos in Monte Carlo, but would come to Vegas occasionally. Ted Henderson owned one of the largest mining operations in the world and lived in Denver. The final seat at the table belonged to one Marissa Williams. Marissa was the object of most of the interest, not only because she was the only woman in the tournament, but also because no one seemed to know anything about her. Even Sanders, the casino owner, knew almost nothing about her. He just knew that she started coming in about a year ago. She was usually pretty quiet and would only say one or two words. She would always tip the dealers well, and would sip Diet Coke all night. All of the other players in the tournament had tried to hit on her at one time or another, each getting gently rebuffed. Although no one knew exactly how old she was, Marissa appeared to be in her early to mid 30's. She was always immaculately dressed in designer clothes that perfectly accentuated her wonderful curves. Her light blonde hair was coiffed beautifully. She never wore too much make-up or flashy jewelry. Because she was so mysterious, Marissa Williams was considered to be the x-factor. Every one of the other contestants in the tournament tried to find out all they could about her. They didn't find much. John Groom was very much attracted to Marissa, and had tried to talk with her numerous times when they were playing blackjack and craps. She would barely acknowledge him, because they were both thoroughly engrossed in the game. He noticed that she was almost as competitive as he was if that were possible. He could see the utter rage flicker in her beautiful blue eyes whenever she lost a hand. For her part, Marissa was attracted to John also, but cared more about the action of the game instead of her lust for John. She had noticed his perfectly chiseled features, and his competitive nature. John and Marissa knew that eventually they would end up together, but for now they had more important things to worry about. Things like $200,000,000 came immediately to mind. The tournament was scheduled for the weekend of July Fourth. The players arrived in Vegas to sweltering temperatures of 105. They hurried to the limos that Sanders had ordered the drivers to run the air conditioning at full blast so that his guests could escape the blistering inferno that is the desert. Each limo was fully stocked with bottles of Cristal Champagne and caviar. The tournament was to be held in the convention center of the hotel, so that the general public could watch. Sanders had put a line up in the Sports book, so that people could bet on the winner. Each one of the competitors had placed a sizable wager on themselves. Tanaka, Rahman, Graham, and Clement, were considered long shots and were listed at 100/1 odds. As expected, Warchowski was listed as a 9/5 favorite. Jones and Thomas were listed at 3/1 and were the second choices. Groom was next at 5/1. No one knew if Marissa had even played poker before, and she was thus listed as a relative long shot at 25/1. The rest of the field had odds ranging from 10/1 for Dupree to 75/1 for Wu and Van der Meer. The game would be no limit Texas Hold 'em. Texas Hold 'em is a variation of poker where each player is given two cards dealt face down. You try to make the best poker hand with your two cards and five community cards that everyone uses. The first three community cards are called the flop and are dealt face up. Next one card is dealt face up and called the turn or Fourth Street. One final card is dealt face up and is called the River. On the day of the tournament, all the players gathered in a private lounge where food and drinks were served. The players made small talk, while they ate lobster and steak and drank various beverages. Most were drinking alcoholic beverages, except for Rahman, Groom, and Marissa. Rahman did not because of his religious beliefs; John and Marissa did not because they never drank when they gambled because they wanted to stay sharp. Paul Sanders came into the room to applause from his guests. He cleared his throat and spoke, "Hello, I thank you so much for being my guests this weekend. I will keep my remarks brief, as I am pretty sure you all want to start playing poker as soon as possible." This was greeted by a cheer from the players. Paul continued, "Anyway, I would like to propose a toast. Here's to good fortune and even better cards for all of you. Have fun and later I will give one of you $200,000,000." The glasses clinked together and the players went to their assigned tables. It was time to play some poker. All of the players were introduced with all kinds of smoke and lasers. The crowd cheered, not necessarily because they knew the players. The crowd was in awe of the $200,000,000 left in a safe with a glass door guarded by two armed security guards. The players went to their assigned seats. There were two tables with 10 seats at each table. Groom, Tanaka, Van der Meer, Thomas, Dixon, Clement, Finelli, Wu, Nikolav, and Graham were seated at table one. Williams, Warchowski, Rahman, Weston, Ortega, Jones, Brady, Sullivan, Dupree, and Henderson were seated at table two. The dealers at the casino had almost got into fistfights just for the fight to get the coveted spots that were only open to a few of them. They knew that these players were some of the most generous around, and that the tokes were sure to be very lucrative. The dealers dealt the first hand. Not a lot happened at first as the players were playing very conservatively, because none of them wanted to blow their shot at winning by playing recklessly. Groom looked down at his cards and saw the six and eight of spades. Normally, he would have taken a chance because he had a straight and a flush draw, but he folded. At his table only Dixon and Finelli stayed in. Dixon had a pair of sevens, and Finelli had Ace King off suite or big slick as it is known in poker parlance. The flop came Ace King Queen. Finelli trapped Dixon perfectly by slow playing his hand. Dixon called the small bet that Finelli played. Fourth Street was a four no help to either player, so they both called. The River was dealt and it was a seven. Finelli's plan to bet big on the river had backfired in a most spectacular way. Dixon bet a million dollars. Finelli foolishly thought that a straight was the only thing that could beat him, as a flush was not possible, and raised two million. He had forgotten that trips would beat his two pair also. Dixon called immediately. Finelli's face went white as Dixon showed him the two sevens. Finelli would never be a factor in the tournament again as he started playing recklessly in order to play catch up, or playing on tilt. The next hand he went all in with a pair of deuces, and was called by Van der Meer who won with a pair of sixes. Surprisingly, Tanaka and Rahman were not he first people eliminated as most people thought they would be. They did not last long though, as they both tried to bluff and were called. After the first hour of the tournament, three had been eliminated. They were considered long shots anyway, and it was no surprise that they were eliminated. Van der Meer, because of his defeat of Finelli, had the early chip lead, but was not expected to seriously contend for the title. For his part, John Groom had started playing a little less tightly. He was slowly building up chips, as he knew this was a marathon not a sprint. He glanced over a Marissa at the other table and saw her chip stack was roughly the same as his. Some players had yet to play a hand. These players were waiting for the one monster hand so they could bet it all. This was a miscalculation in judgment on their part. If they did not play any hands, when they did bet no one would call because they would know they had an almost unbeatable hand. However, some players were playing every hand. In poker, this is not a good strategy either. If you bluff every time eventually you will get called, and caught with your hand in the cookie jar as it were. The most successful poker players reach a happy medium. Groom, Williams, Jones, Thomas, Warchowski, and Weston understood this. The rest of the players were just taking up space. The next casualty was a surprise. Thomas had drawn two aces, clubs and hearts. He bet three million. Everyone wisely folded except for Nikolav, who had King Queen suited in spades. The flop came nine of spades, ace of diamonds, and ten of spades. Thomas went all in. Nikolav did not know what to do. He had a possible straight flush draw, but would be out of the tournament if he lost. He called figuring even a straight or a flush would win the hand. It was a risk certainly, but he figured he might as well go for it. Fourth Street came 3 of diamonds, no help to either player. You could cut the tension with a knife, as the dealer waited a few seconds before turning over the river. The crowd gasped as they saw the Jack of Spades. Nikolav had won with a straight flush to the King! Thomas was flabbergasted and almost fainted from the shock. Nikolav took his vodka glass and downed it with one shot. "Yeb Vas!" he shouted using the Russian words for Fuck You. "That's how you play poker in Mother Russia! Go back to Texas, you Yankee cocksucker." Thomas had to be restrained from coming across the table and attacking Nikolav. "Fuck you, you commie bastard! In Texas, you'd be my bitch, Russkie." Sanders' security force quickly escorted Thomas out of the room. He sternly warned the rest of the players that any further altercations would result in disqualification from the tournament. The players calmed down, and resumed playing. In the next few hours, Van der Meer, Wu, Clement, Ortega, Dixon, and Graham were eliminated summarily. The remaining players were given two hours to break for lunch or whatever they wanted to do. Most of them ate a quick lunch, and then went up their suites with their wives or girlfriends for a lovemaking session. John and Marissa had no significant others so they were invited to eat lunch with Sanders in his private dining room located by his office on the top floor of the hotel. The view from Sanders office was spectacular as you could see the glimmering lights of the beautiful Las Vegas Strip. John and Marissa made small talk as they fell deeper and deeper in love with each other, or at least lust. They excused themselves from Sander's office after lunch and were passionately kissing each other on the way to Groom's suite. They practically ripped each other's clothes off as they slammed the door behind them. John admired her taut body as he looked at her beautiful black lace bra and panties, but he did not admire too long. He deftly unhooked her bra strap with one finger, unleashing her perfect 34C breasts. His eight-inch member was straining against his silk boxer shorts, and was already leaking precum. Groom laid her gently on the bed and began kissing her from her lips and down her neck to her breasts where he stopped to gently suck on each nipple until they were nice and hard. Marissa moaned in pleasure as he moved his lips and tongue down her abdomen and down to her trimmed bush. He moved her panties to the side with his teeth and began to eat her already wet pussy. Marissa had never felt this good before. She didn't want him to stop but knew she needed his dick in her pretty soon. Her eyes were rolling back in head as she had the first of many mind-blowing orgasms. Her voice bare above a whisper, she moaned, "Oh God! Please Fuck Me Now! Oh my fucking God! Fuck me now!" Groom readily complied and ripped off his boxers and inserted his erect cock into her gushing slit. He began pistoning in and out of her, moaning gutturally. After about 10 more minutes, he was just about ready to come, but not before Marissa had her second orgasm. He finally came in a torrent of cum that drenched her pussy even more. They collapsed in each other's arms as he pulled out. They embraced secure in the knowledge that they had just had the best sex either one of them had ever had. After a few minutes of cuddling, Marissa got up to get in the shower. He watched her leave and admired her wonderful ass as it jiggled slightly. He got up and walked behind her to join her in the shower. She knelt down and proceeded to give him the best blowjob he had ever received. She easily deep throated his member and took his load in her mouth after a few minutes. She swallowed every drop of it. They wanted to stay there in the hotel room all day, but knew they would forfeit their spots in the tournament if they were late coming back from lunch. Marissa started to get dressed, but she said quietly, "You know as well I do that this poker game is going to come down to the two of us. Now, I just want you to know that despite my personal feelings toward you, that if that happens, I will not hesitate to kick your ass and take the money." John laughed heartily, and responded, "Honey, I wouldn't expect or want anything else from you. Just remember, it is just business when I win this. I will still love you tonight, darling." She glared at him, and icily spoke, "You seem awfully confident and smug. How about we raise the stakes just between the two of us?" He replied, "Raise the stakes? We are already playing for $200,000,000. The stakes can't get much higher than that." She laughed, "Now, come on, silly. You and I both have more money than we could ever spend. What I am talking about is control." John was puzzled and looked at her strangely, "Control? I do not understand? What are you talking about?" "You know damn well what I am talking about. I mean complete control of your life. If I win then you agree to become my total slave. You sign over all of your possessions to me, and you agree to do anything I tell you without question. If you should some how win then I become your slave." John was shocked, "You can't possibly be serious! That is insane!" She calmly spoke, "I am deadly serious. You and I are both alike. We are very competitive, hate to lose, and want - no make that need to be in control of our lives. Above all we love to gamble. Now, gambling mere money doesn't really excite us any more because, as I said earlier we have way too much money. What I am proposing is the ultimate gamble. Your whole life on one turn of the cards. Now are you game or are just a little bitch. Maybe you should wear these black panties, Missy." Groom bristled at the taunting, and responded, "You're on, bitch, and when I win I have a little French Maid's outfit that I think would be perfect on you. I have a really big mansion that needs cleaning all the time." She laughed, "Strangely enough, I was just about to say the same thing to you. Good luck, you're gonna need it!" She then turned and walked out of the room, her stiletto heels clicking on the marble floor. John smiled as he got up and followed her out the door. The game was really going to get interesting now and he couldn't wait to start playing. The ten remaining players were seated at one table. Nikolav had the chip lead by virtue of eliminating Thomas. Nikolav had spent his break time doing shots of vodka and lines of cocaine and was visibly intoxicated. He started doing stupid things and his chip lead vanished rather quickly. He went all in with a six five off suit. John called his bluff, and eliminated him with a pair of eights. Brady had never played one hand yet as he folded on every hand. He finally got a decent hand and went all in with pocket Kings. Unfortunately, for him Marissa had pocket Aces and called. Brady just shrugged his shoulders and shook Marissa's hand. The elite players started to pull away from the hangers on. Sullivan was forced to go all in when he didn't have enough chips to cover his ante. He had a 3-5 off suit and was killed by Warchowski's two pair, Jacks and eights. Dupree was next on the chopping block. He had Jack ten of clubs. Everyone folded except for Groom, who had Queen Jack of hearts. The flop came 7 of diamonds, 8 of hearts, and 9 of spades. Dupree had flopped a straight, and went all in. John took a chance and called. He was kind of worried when he saw the straight, but his worries quickly faded when the next card was a 10 of spades. Groom's straight to the queen had beaten Dupree's straight to the Jack. Dupree needed a queen on the river to halve the pot and stay alive. He did not get it as the two of diamonds came up. Marissa eliminated Henderson when he had pocket tens and he went all in. Marissa had king Queen off suit, and called. The flop came King, five, three. Henderson shook his head as Fourth Street was an eight. He needed a ten on the river to stay alive. Not only did he not get his ten, but the river was another King. Now the tournament was getting down to business, as the five favorites with the exception of Thomas were the only ones still alive. Of the five Colonel Weston was in the worst shape. He had only a few chips left. The other four were about even. It was still anybody's ballgame. Even the Colonel had a shot if he could win a few hands in a row. Unfortunately, he would have to go all in on pretty much every hand. He did win a couple of hands in a row before Jones put him out of his misery with a pair of nines to Weston's pair of sevens. At this point, Jones and Warchowski started getting into a duel on almost every hand. Marissa and John were content to let them duke it out. Much like a Monopoly game with only two players, neither Jones nor Warchowski were able to gain much of an advantage. Jones would win one hand, Then Warchowski. They continued trading money like this back and forth for several hands before they both got monster hands. Jones had a pair of Queens; Warchowski had a pair of Jacks. Marissa and John wisely stepped out of the way when both the other players went all in. Whoever won this hand would have a commanding chip lead over John and Marissa. The flop came eight, three, and two. No help to either player. The turn was another eight, so both players had two pairs. Warchowski and Jones held their breath as the dealer burned one of the cards before turning over the river card. Warchowski jumped up and down as he saw the Jack of clubs come out to complete his full boat. Jones sat in stunned silence for several moments before getting up to congratulate Warchowski. As the tournament was now down to the final three players, the players knew they would have to open up their games more and play hands they would not normally play. Warchowski, due to his overwhelming chip lead was considered to be in the best position to win. A streak of extraordinarily bad luck doomed his chances though. He lost to Marissa when he had an Ace high straight, but she had a flush. The next hand he got his Ace Queen flush but lost to John's Ace King flush. He started to get angry that he was losing to these amateurs and started playing on tilt. His chip supply quickly dwindled as he was unable to keep his anger and frustration in check. Warchowski had arrogantly thought that these rich players would be suckers and he would just waltz in here and take the $200,000,000. He was the only player to whom the $10,000,000 entry fee was a lot of money. He had used almost his entire bankroll to finance his entry. He had to win the money or otherwise he would be broke. He would not. He went all in with a pair of Kings. Both John and Marissa had pairs also. John had a pair of tens; Marissa had a pair of Jacks. A three-way pot with such high cards was exceedingly rare, and the crowd sat up in rapt attention. Warchowski cringed as the flop came Jack, ten, and four. He relaxed a little when the next card was a King. The crowd was simply amazed at the fact that all three players had three of a kind. Warchowski felt pretty confident that he would stay alive with a nearly unbeatable three Kings. All the color drained from his face though when the dealer turned over the last card. It was a ten. Marissa and Warchowski both had full houses, but they were beaten by John's four tens. Warchowski got up and trudged glumly out of the poker room. Just as Marissa had so accurately predicted, it was down to John and Marissa. Paul Sanders had the safe wheeled over to the table. He opened it and the money spilled onto the table. The crowd cheered wildly. For their parts, John and Marissa hardly noticed it. They were playing for something vastly more important than even $200,000,000. Like two heavyweight boxers they felt each other out for a few hands. John won a couple of hands, then Marissa returned the favor. The crowd grew a little restless as they settled in for what they knew would be a long evening. John and Marissa had not even said a word to each other since they left John's hotel room several hours earlier. The crowd naturally assumed that the tension was so high because of the vast amount of money up for grabs. Of course, they had no idea of the passionate sexual relationship they had joined into earlier or of the side wager. After two hours of trading money, Paul Sanders suggested they both go all in for one hand. They both agreed, because otherwise they could be here for days. The crowd was deathly silent. Marissa's soft voice broke the eerie silence, "Well, this is it isn't it, John? Are you as nervous as I am? Hell, we shouldn't be. It is only our lives we are dealing with." John chuckled slightly, "Earlier, you told me Good Luck You're gonna need it. Well, I think we are both gonna need it." He got up and hugged her and also gave her a slight peck on the cheek. He returned to his seat and grunted, "Let's rock and roll!" To increase the tension both players agreed not to show their cards until the very end. John looked at his cards and had a nine of spades and an eight of spades. They were not the best cards but not the worst either. He looked at Marissa for any signs of a tell. He knew that this was ridiculous because she was always as cool as a cucumber whenever she gambled. Nor would she be able to tell if his cards were good or bad by looking at him. The flop came eight of diamonds, King of spades, and ten of spades. He had a pair of eights, and he had a flush draw as well. The turn was the Jack of spades. John had at least a flush, and was relieved. The river came Queen of spades. He couldn't believe it! He had a straight flush to the King. He was thinking to himself that he would not really go through on his bet to make her his slave. His goal was to live with this wonderful woman for the rest of his life. They would travel together and never spend a day apart. He was in love with this beautiful woman who was just like him in every way. And he had beaten her. No doubt she was a worthy adversary, which made it all the more sweeter. He smugly turned over his cards and showed her the Straight flush. The crowd howled in delight. Marissa took a deep breath and whispered, "Nice hand." She waited a few seconds before revealing her own cards. She smiled like the cat that ate the canary as she revealed a seven of diamonds and... The Ace of Spades! The crowd was too stunned to react for a few seconds. She had a Royal Flush. John felt like his bowels had turned to water and his knees were weak. The crowd was still cheering Marissa's accomplishment. John could not hear them. In his own mind he was hoping that Marissa felt the same way he did about their silly little wager. He hoped beyond hope that her words were said in the heat of passion and that she really did not mean it. Any chance of that happening quickly disappeared when she came over to me and said, "Come along now, Missy! We have to get you prepared to serve me, and make sure you don't have to worry your pretty little head about all that bothersome financial stuff anymore. Mommy is going to take real good care of you, Sweetie." John Groom collapsed into tears and said "Yes Mistress. I will do anything You ask." One Year later... John Groom did get to live his dream of being with Marissa for the rest of his life, just not in the way he expected. The day after the tournament, he went to his attorney and signed over everything he owned over to Marissa. His attorney looked at him like he was insane, and tried to stop him to no avail. The next step in his transformation was to burn all of his male clothes. Marissa then took him to a salon where he was given a full treatment. A perm, manicure, pedicure, permanent make-up and a complete waxing job. His toenails and fingernails were painted bright red. Marissa then took him all of the high-end clothing stores on the Vegas strip. She bought him lingerie, skirts, tops, blouses, dresses, perfumes, lotions, make-up, corsets, wigs, shoes, and everything else she needed to completely transform him into a little sissy bitch. At First, John did not take well to this and fought her every step of the way. Eventually though he realized that he loved Marissa more than anything in the world, and would do anything to stay with her. He began to gradually accept his emasculation and feminization. He gladly took the hormone pills and the shots that Marissa insisted he take. John began to notice changes to his body. First, he was more emotional. He noticed he would cry or get angry at the drop of a hat. Second he noticed his body was getting curvier like a woman's. His breasts were small and tender and were growing every week. His hips were wider and his butt was changing too. Most importantly he noticed his penis and testicles were getting smaller every day. Marissa one day decided that his testicles and penis were worthless and took him to a doctor in Sweden who removed them and fashioned a crude vagina out of them. For good measure, the doctor gave John a set of beautiful 38C tits. Shortly after the operation, Marissa had decided that John had earned his new name. A name that was befitting of the sissy he or rather she had become. John would henceforth be known as Acia Spade, in honor of the card that was responsible for her new life.