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"A living Doll" I walked out of the racetrack towards my car in a cold sweat. Another afternoon betting on the horses was gone, along with 30 grand! I usually managed to break even, but even when I lost big I somehow always managed to make it back. But not today. I found my car and started driving back to my one room apartment then began thinking of how I got myself into this colossal jam! My cold sweat migrated into a knot in my stomach, "How could I have been so stupid?" I thought to myself. 30 grand! It had started with a few bets and a few bookies but I'd never had such a run of lousy luck. I wanted to make a fresh start, to pay everyone off and maybe even give up gambling but I needed one more payday. I figured if I could pull it off, I could get square with everyone. But I knew my luck had just run out. I was already on the hook to several tough no nonsense bookies and the only reason I was still walking around was because I'd never let any of them down before. I always made the payback. Even with my good reputation, my time was running out and I knew it. I was a writer but hadn't sold a book in a couple of years and my bank account showed it. So I decided to take one more chance. The 30 grand I needed would be hard to scrape together, but I figured one good break and I'd be in the clear with money to spare. But being in debt to every bookie around I found there was only one place to go to raise that kind of money and that was Lorraine Sweetwater. So I drove over to her club. Lorraine was in her early fifties and still an attractive woman but the word was out that if you borrowed money from her you'd better make sure you could pay it back, with interest or the only place you'd be safe would be on another planet! I got out of the car and hesitated but knew if I didn't take the chance there would be a dozen other bookies out looking for me. Since most of them knew my habits I would be easy to find. It was early afternoon and apart from the regular patrons parked there, the parking lot was nearly empty as I went inside. "Candies'" was the name of the place and it was an upscale gentleman's club. It was the best in town by what I had heard and Lorraine owned three others in this city alone. I took a seat at the bar, ordered a drink then asked the bartender if I could see the boss. He looked me over, nodded, then left to make a phone call. I waited nervously then finally a large man in a suit came to the bar. "Come with me," he said and he then led me away through the club upstairs to the main office. I should have left then and there. I should have left town and laid low for a while. Then I could start over but I continued following the large man. We walked past the dancing stage, past the champagne rooms where the more adventurous dancers made extra money giving special lap dances to the patrons. Then we went through a locked door and proceeded upstairs. I didn't know that much about Lorraine but I'd met her once or twice. She even mentioned she liked my books. Her pleasant appearance and demeanor made her look like a young grandmother type, someone who spent all her time knitting and making cookies but I knew better. So did everyone else who knew her or did business with her. She was powerful, connected as they say and she made Tony Soprano look like a paperboy. She'd been married to a local prominent lawyer, but after being unfortunately widowed, she took her inheritance and started out on her own as a hairdresser mostly for mob wives. That way she managed to learn the business from the inside. Then when she figured she had learned enough, she decided one day to leave the beauty business and sold out to a big chain. She then started a gentlemen's club and soon after that another and another. To get quick cash she started lending money on the side to guys like me. The clubs soon became a hit and with her "loan" business going too the money was rolling in. She then quietly started a string of legendary brothels across the country. She had the prettiest girls and catered to rich businessmen, executive types, and men of power who could afford her sky high prices to get the best and, what they wanted! She took good care of her male clients and they returned the favor so that after a few years Lorraine Sweetwater was untouchable. By the time we reached the upstairs suites I was beginning to sweat. I needed 30 grand, that's thirty thousand dollars! I've heard of bookies handing out some pretty bad beatings or killing guys outright but Lorraine was far more careful. If someone stiffed her on a bet or a bar tab they soon paid up. But if someone owed her more than that, the price went up. It chilled me to think of the stories I'd heard about other guys who just disappeared never to be found again. I wanted to leave but now it was too late as the large man opened the main office door and ushered me inside. The room looked like a movie set boudoir with definitely no masculine traces in sight. The big suited man who escorted me into the office and the two others already in the room looked out of place. Lorraine was already there as well, pouring herself a drink at the bar. "Care for a drink Mr. Randall?" she asked. I shook my head no then watched as she minced to her large, white French provincial desk. She was an attractive woman with the perfect hairstyle and makeup. Her shapely legs perched on stiletto heels as she minced across the room, her bust swaying under her expensive suit, her tight skirt zipping against it's nylon lining, her slip and her nylon hose. She took her seat, I heard her cross her legs with a silken swish then could smell her perfume as she looked me over. "So Mr. Randall," she said. "I'm waiting for your latest novel to hit the bookstores." "I...I'm sorry but I've had a bit of writer's block. I haven't done a thing for over a year and haven't had a book deal in a couple years now.' She continued to study me then asked, "so, you're here to borrow money, name your figure." I studied her, amazed she was so blunt. So, I followed her lead and said, "I need thirty-thousand." She didn't even blink but she leaned back in her chair to think. "I understand you are into every bookie in town, and a couple of them are already looking for you. That makes you a bad risk. I would hate to loan you money then see you have an accident or something. It would be bad for business." She continued to size me up as I told her the score. I knew the horses and had an inside lead with a couple of jockeys and some owners at a few of the tracks. I sometimes made a few bucks writing editorials about a few of the bigger races during the year so I felt I had an edge. I was going to take the 30 grand, hit a race that paid 5 to 1 or better then clean up. That would give me $150,000 dollars to cover all my debts and still leave me another five grand. Lorraine motioned to one of her men who left the room then returned moments later with a briefcase that he handed to me. I opened it to see it was loaded with stacks of hundred dollar bills. There was an even 30 thousand dollars! "You have one week to repay me 60 thousand dollars. You need two weeks? It's 120 thousand. You say you might win 150 thousand? It better not take any longer than the two weeks then dearie," she said with a cold tone in her voice. I told her I didn't plan on getting slightly killed in this transaction. She laughed, "Oh, I know you Mr. Randall. How could I kill you when I so much enjoy reading your books? Besides before it came to that I'm sure we could work something out and you could work it off." She finished as I got out of my chair. I asked her if I had to sign anything and she only giggled "don't you worry Mr. Randall, if you don't pay off, we know where to find you!" I thanked her, virtually guaranteed her a quick payback with interest then left the club to make plans for the next day at the track. I was getting car sick now and even with the windows down and the cool evening air blowing across me it didn't help. I stopped off at a local tavern near my apartment for a few drinks, then bought a pint and walked back to my room for the night. One week went by, then another passed. I now owed Lorraine Sweetwater 120 grand. Another week and it would be over a quarter-million! I stopped into my neighborhood tavern to drown my worries once again and was just starting my second drink when the man in the suit from the club entered, and he had a friend! They looked out of place but you could tell these guys meant business. As the bartender approached to take their order they waved him away and then took their positions on each side of me. "Hi guys!" I said with a frog in my throat. "Guess you're looking for me? Can I buy you guys a drink?" I tried to smile but I began to shake. "You owe Mrs. Sweetwater 120 grand pal," The first man said. I felt the blood drain from my face then remembered the stories and what I'd seen other bookies and wise-guys do to guys that stiffed them. I thought I'd get a real beating then end up in a ditch somewhere or even in the ocean. Either way I knew I was dead now. I waited for the first punch when the man who had escorted me to the club office spoke again. "Guess you lost that money or you would have paid it back already huh?" I didn't have an excuse but asked for more time to think and maybe work out another plan. They mentioned that my chance to win 150 thousand would never cover a 240 grand debt but amazingly, they kept their cool. The first large man in the suit then straightened my shirt collar and tie, feigned dusting me off then patted me on the cheek. "You got just one more week Mr. Randall," he said with authority. Then they both simply turned and left the building! I blew a sigh and with shaking hands downed the remainder of my drink. The bartender came over and cautioned that I should leave town because I was the first guy to ever owe that much to Mrs. Sweetwater without taking a beating. He said he was even more amazed than I was but then another week passed. It was early in the morning when I heard the crash as the same two large men tore into my apartment. The door was ripped from the hinges as they barged inside. They allowed me to get my coat but promptly dragged me outside just in my pyjamas and bedroom slippers. Just 30 minutes later I was once again sitting in Lorraine Sweetwater's office. It was early but as usual she still looked great. She came in once again sat down while one of the men served her morning coffee and the morning paper. She glanced at the headlines then put the paper aside. "Do you realize that you now owe me 240 thousand dollars Mr. Randall?" She asked. I told her I was well aware of that then asked how bad the beating would be. She giggled and said, "I don't allow any roughing up in my office." "The alley then?" I continued. I couldn't pay her back and I knew it was over. Then she added, "You wouldn't be much of a match for my body guards here, you're so small and slight that maybe you never should have been born a man at all." She finished with a giggle. "If you were to let that bright blonde hair grow for a while and with a little work you could maybe pass for a little ?Barbie Doll. Couldn't he boys?" She giggled once again then as the men chuckled in sympathy. She then added, "No Mr. Randall, I would never have you beaten, I wouldn't want to harm my merchandise!" ?Merchandise?' I thought so I figured that we might work something out. "Mrs. Sweetwater, you mentioned about maybe me working off my tab. I could go to work right away and get back onto those detective and adventure stories you like so much. If I get published you can have all the money too!" I felt confident I'd struck a deal. After all, at this point in time I thought I had a chance because I was still alive! She poured me a cup of coffee then got up from her desk. "Relax Mr. Randall," she said as she handed me the cup of coffee and then began massaging my shoulders, "you're too tense. Have a nice cup of my imported coffee and we'll talk about it for a while." With that she went back behind her desk then motioned for her bodyguards to leave the room. I began to relax then sipped the coffee. I went through several story ideas offering to get started on a custom made one just for her. She seemed impressed and told me to continue. I took another sip of the coffee and began to feel even more relaxed. Then I took another sip which nearly finished the cup. Within seconds I could hardly move! The room seemed to fade in and out and sounds seemed to echo. The little cup fell from my hand and dangled from my finger hooked around the handle for a moment before finally dropping to the floor, spilling the last few drops. I watched as Lorraine got up from her desk and came over to me. I fell out of the chair and onto the floor looking up dazed and groggy unable to move. Lorraine then looked down on me smiling, "yes, just like a ?Barbie Doll!" As she reached for the phone I blacked out! I awoke in a hospital room. I tried to move but was strapped down to the bed. I looked out the window and saw that it must have been early in the afternoon and that it was snowing! Now snow isn't anything unusual, but the day I'd gone to see Lorraine it was the middle of June! Not only that, you don't normally see snow in the tropical climes of the palm tree laden sun belt! I struggled again but it was no use, I couldn't move. I felt a bit of pain in my chest and groin area then noticed my chest was bandaged. I tried to lean up to look myself over but was too weak. I lay there for another hour trying to think of a way to free myself when a nurse entered the room. She went about her business looking me over, checking my records then gave me some water and a pill that made me drowsy once again. I fell back asleep and had several strange, almost surreal dreams. I would awaken sometimes in pain and sometimes not but I was always strapped down to the bed whenever I came to. Then one morning two nurses came and released me from the straps. "We need to get you up for your walk this morning sweetie," one of them said as they helped me sit up. Then after a catheter was removed and my IV taken out, one of the nurses put pink slippers with little satin bows on my feet. Then the other one put me in a pink silk robe and buttoned it up. Then as my head began to clear I realized that they had me in a woman's nightgown! Too tired to fight or to even speak I went on a walk up the hallway with them. I could feel how weak my legs were, but mostly was curious about the pressure and weight on my chest! It moved and jiggled as I walked while my crotch felt different, somehow tighter! I was tired once we got back to my room and they wanted me to try using the restroom. Helping me into the bathroom one of the nurses lifted my nightgown and robe then took down a pair of pink panties that I was wearing. She told me to sit and as I looked down but I couldn't see my male equipment! I began to wobble with fright! "Just take your time dearie, you'll get used to sitting down in no time," the nurse smiled as she helped me to sit down. Then I noticed that my chest was huge! As my head cleared I realized that something was very, very wrong! Once I was done they put me back into bed, strapped me back in then made a couple notes to my chart. They put another IV drip in then I watched one of the nurses inject the IV with a syringe. Moments later the room went dark! I woke up in another room, in what appeared to be another hospital as a nurse was changing my sheets. I was still strapped to the bed and this time there were bandages covering my head and face! I then noticed that my hair was quite long now, much longer! One eye was covered and the tightness in my chest was even greater now because my chest appeared much bigger than before. My hips appeared much wider and my waist much smaller and I was not only weak as tea, but thin as a rail! Before I was put out yet again, I noticed my lips hurt as well as my cheekbones. With all the bandages something must have happened to my face! Time passed and I don't know how many days, weeks, months or who knows had gone by! But I do know I was being worked on and I continued to change! Then finally, one day I awoke in a boudoir room that was even more opulent than Lorraine Sweetwater's office! I also realized that I wasn't tied to the bed and for some reason I awoke startled! I lay there waiting for the haze in my head to clear and tried to gather my thoughts. After about 30 minutes I was able to move on my own! I tugged the covers down with a swish feeling the coolness of the slippery satin sheets. I could smell the perfume in the air as I sat up and waited for at least a little strength to return. I could see I was in a pink chiffon nightgown and there was a matching robe laid across the foot of the bed along with a coordinated pair of stiletto heeled, pink Maribou pumps sitting neatly on the floor. I felt my chest through the pink nylon of the nightgown and the filmy nylon chiffon material covering that. I discovered that I had tits! Women's breasts stood out before me, they were warm to the touch! I noticed a large wall mirror on one of the walls over a very feminine vanity. I struggled to my feet but I didn't get far. I found that I couldn't put any weight on the heels of my feet! Then I realized that my feet were shaped like the high-heeled slippers at the foot of the bed. I put them on then holding the bed for support struggled to my feet. I managed to take a few steps in the heels, it was hard to balance but at least it didn't hurt now. I walked to the large mirror and turned on the vanity lights that circled it. I took one look then I teetered and fell off the heels and into a heap on the floor! My heart was pounding and I was horrified as I lay there trying to make sense of all this. But I had to look again. I struggled up and sat on the little padded vanity chair and looked into the mirror once again. I couldn't recognize myself! I looked like Pamela Anderson, then remembered Lorraine's last giggling words, "yes, just like a ?Barbie- Doll!" That was it! For some reason she'd arranged to take 10 years off my look so I appeared to be only in my middle 20's and was now a female! I pulled my nightgown up and over my head then let it fall to the floor. Then I studied the now hyper-feminine creature that stared back at me from the mirror! I gasped but only a high-pitched girlish chirp came from my throat! My eyes appeared larger, my nose smaller and my cheekbones were now much more prominent. My lips were larger too and more pouty, my Adam's apple had been worked on and my neck looked longer, and my hair! My bright blonde hair was now a long cascade of tresses and curls that ran most of the way down my back. I pulled it and it wasn't a wig. It was real! My tits looked like two bowling balls. The areola were huge, round and pink with large, jutting pink nipples. I felt their weight with my hands and they were massive. My waist was tiny! I was never a large man and used to have a 32-inch waist. Not any more it seemed! They must have operated on me because now, I could nearly get my hands around my waist which was lucky to measure 18 inches! I started to gasp for air and to panic. I wobbled on the heels and after moving the chair away stood up in front of the mirror. I was wearing pink satin thong panties! They were tight and clung to me. There was a little pink bow at the front but then I looked farther and noticed a womanly cleft! I pulled the thong down and saw I now had a trimmed, blonde vagina complete in every detail! I tried talking to myself but only heard the breathy, high pitched voice of a woman. They had even fixed that. I managed to move around searching the closets for my old clothes thinking they might be there but there wasn't a chance. Only women's clothes hung in the closets, and women's high-heeled shoes were evident. I looked out the window and noticed I was several floors up in a quiet district of some medium sized city. Then I noticed that the windows were over an inch thick and didn't open! I walked to the only door and found that it was securely locked. With nothing to do and not feeling very energetic I could only return to the bed. Thirty minutes later the door opened and a very attractive woman entered wheeling a cart containing food. I ate the meal as she explained what had happened. She welcomed me to the group and said that I had to be ready in the next four days and that she and several of the other girls were assigned to help me because they didn't want to anger Mrs. Sweetwater in any way. Then it all became clear. Three days passed and then the fourth day came. I was awakened at hearing the lock turn in my door and three girls entered. They began bathing and removing any body hair in the adjoining bath. When I was pink skinned, smooth, properly perfumed and powdered they went to work. New satin sheets were placed on the king-sized bed by the housemaid as I was dressed. My own nails were a long glamour length and were painted a bright pink as were my pedicured toenails. I was put into a demi-brassiere and matching thong panties, then laced into a matching pink corset. Sheer, pink seamed stockings were then hooked to the garters and I was fitted into high, pink stiletto platforms with 8 inch heels which were buckled securely into place. After slipping on a chiffon robe they fixed my long blonde hair and added a pink hair bow then took me back to bed. They then finished the room and gave me a drink of tea with a sedative pill to calm me. I didn't want any more drugs but the girls said it would be easier for my first time. I didn't understand but decided to take the pill. In minutes the calming, tranquilizer took over leaving me totally relaxed lying in bed like I was floating in space. The girls then dimmed the lights and left the room. I thought they had gotten me ready to go to sleep but then when I saw the bedroom door open once again and a man entered I knew something was wrong. He looked to be in his late fifties. He started undressing and I could tell that he had an expensive taste in clothes and I could tell he was rich. I could smell his expensive cologne as he hung his suit up and came to the bed. I tried to get up, to get away but found I couldn't. Then he came over and sat on the bed. He started looking me over, then I noticed his boxer shorts start to tent! "Yes, the ladies sure weren't lying about you my little dear," he said as he started fondling my nylon covered legs! "You are one sweet little bitch!" He leaned back and closed his eyes and drank in the smell of my perfume, he then removed his boxer shorts and got into my bed with me! He snuggled close, felt my hair, my globe-like breasts my tiny corseted waist then reached between my legs and started rubbing me. "Mmmmmmm, such a pretty lady, yes," he said as he then moved between my legs. I was nearly dizzy from the pill I'd taken but I then realized why. He took a condom from a tray at the head of the bed and then moved between my legs. I watched as he then opened the little foil container and rolled the condom down his now throbbing member! He spread my legs and I felt them swish on the satin sheets as he moved in then took each leg behind my knees! He put my legs over his shoulders and then taking his member in one hand steered himself against me. He rubbed the head of his member against my slit and I felt the pressure as he pushed. He was very excited as he worked against me, "ahhhh, yes, nice and tight. I never thought I would ever get the chance to fuck a real live Barbie Doll!" He leaned in and pressed harder. I could feel him stretching me so it began to hurt. "So nice and tight!" He said as he continued pushing. I felt myself stretch even further so the pain was increasing! Then he gave another push. I heard him groan as he forced the head of his penis into my vagina, I gasped in a girlish way which seemed to excite him no end. I writhed and saw stars from the nearly explosive pain of my being stretched out for the first time. Then he started humping me! I felt him sink deeper and deeper as he thrusted until he was all the way inside! I could feel him hunch over me, humping, his ball sack with dangling balls bouncing off my tiny, tight little bottom! "Oh, yeeeesssss," he groaned as he worked me. "My little fuck doll, mmmmmm yeeeesssssss, that's it baby, wiggle that pretty ass, take daddy all the way in, yeesssssssss!" He started thrusting faster, building up to a pitch. I tried to move but couldn't under his weight and with my legs spread. I tried to scream but only breathy, girlish gasps and moans emanated from me now, and that seemed to only excite him even more! He began working, kneading and squeezing my tits and nibbling and sucking at my nipples. He held me tight, smelt the perfume in my hair and then French kissed me! I could feel my lipstick smear! He then suddenly pulled out and rolled me over. After putting several satin pillows under me he started in doing me doggie style! He held my corseted waist tight as he took me from behind. Finally, he was nearing orgasm. I felt him shudder then moan as he speared me as deep as he could and held me tight. Then I felt him grow even bigger inside me and then as he let out a satisfied gasp I felt him twitch violently inside of me! Finally, he pulled out of me spent! I managed to roll onto my back once again and lay there waiting for the pain of my first fucking to subside. The man thanked me, kissed me deeply then told me I would be seeing him quite often when he was in town! I watched him get dressed once again and then after slipping on his suit coat and checking his look in the vanity mirror he left the room. Ten minutes later the girls were back changing the sheets and cleaning me up once again. In another 30 minutes I was as fresh and perfumed as I had been before and back in my bed. As the girls left I lay back, still under the influence of the tranquilizer and began drifting off to sleep. The door opened a while later but this time it was a lady who entered the room. She closed the door behind her then set her coat and purse on the vanity before coming to sit on the edge of the bed. I looked up to see it was Lorraine Sweetwater! "Well, well, well Mr. Randall! And how are we today?" "You'll never get away with this," I said in my girlish tone. Lorraine laughed. "Get away with it! But I already have sweetie, and you do look just like a Barbie Doll! And thanks to the services you just provided to that kind gentleman you just made me ten grand!" My eyes opened wider. "We're still working on your new name but I like ?Tiffany Amber' but some of the other girls and a few of our clients like the name ?Barbie Dahl!" I tried to act tough towards her but there was nothing left and my hard words only sounded like threats from a cupid-doll! She laughed further at my predicament. "You are my new project, my new idea sweetheart" she said as she beamed at me. "There's a lot of well heeled men in this country who can have anything they want. Some have peculiar tastes so you have just become the hottest transsexual prostitute in the business! I am going to move you around the country to each of my little resorts where all sorts of men are just waiting to spend an evening with you! You'll work 12 hours a day, 6 days a week seeing as many men as you can stand. And at $10,000 a pop, you'll have your bill paid back in almost no time at all! Then, you'll be free to go!" My mind reeled that I had been turned into some kind of freak fuck-doll to satisfy the perverted lust of wealthy gentlemen and was even more angry that Lorraine was now pimping me, making money off me! Then I began thinking. At $10,000 dollars working all day I could have my tab covered in maybe a week! Then I could get out of here! "That shouldn't take long," I said but she laughed once again. "Silly, you don't get to keep the whole $10,000! You're only allowed to keep half!" She giggled. I returned "Ok, then how about two weeks!" She giggled once again. "Wanna bet? Mr. Randall, I could never have killed you because you make me laugh!" Then she told me that I'd been in and out of hospitals for over three years and that the interest on my loan had been running all that time. It had been doubling every week since I borrowed the original 30 grand so that and the cost of my hospital care and procedures was also being billed to me meant that I must have owed her millions by now! I started sobbing like, well, a little girl! Lorraine dried my tears while she laughed. "Don't worry, you won't be harmed here, you are far too valuable for that. The girls will see to your needs as well as making sure you don't leave the establishment. You can even have the run of the place after a year or two. But you are so popular Mr. Randall that I doubt you will be spending much time downstairs on the couch or in the line up" she giggled. "Yes sir, my little ?queen bitch' you are going to take enough stiff penis to reach from here to the moon! I am going to make a lot of money with you. Yes, a lot of money!" So that was it. She promised to keep my vagina nice and tight. She would keep my looks pretty with plastic surgery as I aged, and that in 25 years or so when I didn't fit the part anymore I would be free to go. If my debt wasn't paid in full she figured with all the millions she would make off me the little 30 grand loan wouldn't matter. I watched tearfully as Mrs. Lorraine Sweetwater left the room and now fully realized why she was so powerful and rich. Then only moments later I heard the door open and another rich looking man entered the room and started to undress. 20 minutes later while I was being humped and fucked yet again with my nylon covered and high heeled legs in the air. Then I heard the moan, watched the eyes roll and felt the resultant twitch. Then again I felt the sperm running out of me and down my crack. After that the bed was changed once again, the room freshened and I was once again looked over by another three girls who were more than happy to help. After they left I waited once again and I thought about my gambling days. I tried to figure the odds I would last the 25 years and even though I used to be a good gambler I wouldn't have taken that bet in a million years!