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(This story is intended for adults and is not permitted to be reprinted in any format without permission of the author) The Dare It had all started out as a dare; a playful and extreme dare that my wife had proposed. We recently arrived on vacation in a beautiful Central American country, Costa Rico. Our hotel was in the southern- most part of the town of Jaco nestled among the tropical jungle and fronted by a gorgeous stretch of black sand beach. That evening, around 10 PM on a dark and humid Friday night, we found ourselves walking up the tiny main street. At the north end of the street was this exotic club called the Beagle Bar. The primary function of this bar was to enable rich American, as well as other foreign men, opportunities to find local wives or exotic prostitutes. Outside the bar were a fair number of girls of the evening, many surgically altered in ways that made them more like caricatures of women; like human Barbie dolls with a dark, sad, and erotic side to them. As we walked further up the street, we passed by the transsexual prostitutes who were even more incredibly altered into even more extreme feminine caricatures than their female born counterparts with their impossibly massive implants, bright makeup and way high teased hair. Being a long time open and out crossdresser, my wife, Jill, was very much aware of my unfulfilled crossdressing fantasy to spend a few nights actually working as a female prostitute. And, as we walked by a transsexual working girl approximately my age, my wife mentioned that I would look just as good as she did. "You know, there might be an opportunity for you here, Jenni. Here we are in a foreign country where no one could possibly know it was you prostituting yourself. Maybe this might be the place to live out this particular fantasy of yours. I know I would find it fascinating to see you so glammed out, being picked up by a client and knowing that you were going to service him. Honey, I dare you to do it." I had gone out in public many times as your average MILF and passed successfully well. Never had I ventured out dressed as a prostitute except on one Halloween ages ago. To actually go out and perform as a prostitute was now a possibility and this once in a lifetime opportunity was something that I felt like I couldn't pass up on. "Okay, let's make it happen tomorrow night." Since I didn't bring any of my female clothing with me on this trip, Jill and I spent the whole afternoon Saturday shopping and getting me ready for my debut that night as a working girl. We found a clothing store that catered to working girls and/or women who wanted to look like them. By having a handful of TS prostitutes in their tiny town, the sales girls seemed use to males trying on and purchasing such skanky female clothing. I was used to clothing from Nordstroms and other high end department stores but now I was shopping for miniskirts which could double as belts as well as sparkly tops which could only be the costume of a girl living on the darker side of things erotic. Standing in a matching hot pink micro mini skirt and skimpy top with 40 DD breast forms filling me out magnificently, my wife and I decided we had found just the right outfit. Next, we found a pair of four inch platform sandals which seemed to go with the coastal flavor of the area along with cheap bracelets and large hoop earrings. The sales girls smiled and giggled as they watched me expertly walk in my high platforms to the makeup area. I sat in the cheap plastic chair. My wife, who's Spanish, is a whole lot better than mine, asked the salesgirl to makeup my face as garish and enticing as the girls working out on the street. Over the course of an hour, my androgynous face was transformed into something seen only in cheap porn magazines. My eyes were massively widened by thick eyeliner, long false eyelashes and smoky eye shadows. My brows were plucked away and were now totally nonexistent. After that, she expertly penciled in thin high feminine arches. My foundation was noticeably thicker than usual and my blush was as pink as my new outfit. Like the Latina girls I saw working out in the street, my lip line was darkly accented. The outlines were then filled in with a deep pink lipstick followed by three coats of shiny sticky glittery lip gloss. Looking at my reflection in the counter mirror I couldn't help but be mesmerized by such an incredible transformation. While the salesgirl was making up my face, my wife applied polish to my toenails in a shade that matched my lip gloss. Then she attached one and a half inch artificial nails and gave them two coats each of the same pretty nail polish. A very trashy and yet awesome wig of brunette hair with blonde highlights was fastened to my head. Bobbie pins would hold it firmly in place. As the salesgirl rhythmically teased and brushed my wig out, my wife stared at me with a look that was both wicked and filled with amazement. "Honey, you look incredible as well as a bit trashy. Hell, you look way trashy. I can hardly believe it is you. Only someone looking extremely close at your Adam's apple would think you might possibly be male. Also, the way you are made up, you don't look like an American anymore, though you don't look quite native either. You look very exotic. I think that will be a plus when the Johns are picking out the girls they want." As the salesgirl sprayed me with way too much cheap perfume my wife smiled. "Out of all the girls that we saw last night you look as pretty as the prettiest among them. Too bad you don't have massive implants like they do. But your tight top does suggest you do have massive breasts underneath." After looking at myself in a full length mirror approvingly I walk daintily on my platforms to the inside edge of the door. I could feel that I was a bit frightened to actually go out and live out this fantasy. After paying the salesgirls Jill walked up to me and handed me a tiny mauve colored clutch purse. "I've removed your male passport but it contains all the makeup you will need to repair your lips after giving many yummy blowjobs, Jazmin." "Jazmin? But, my girl name is Jenni." "Your smart independent girl-next-door name is Jenni but looking like you do now, as a cheap pretty whore from Costa Rico, I think you need a new name that matches what you are now, Jazmin. Now get out that door, Jazmin and earn your evening wages." I recover quickly from my almost-stumble after my wife gently but purposefully pushed me out the store door. Looking back, Jill was smiling devilishly and I also could hear the sales girls giggling as they wave their goodbyes to me. "Es muy bonita, chica," I hear one of the salesgirls say. "I will be watching close enough to you as you entice the men on the other side of the street, Jazmin." As I walk the street of this third world town I start to feel my new role sink in and like it, relishing the freedom in knowing that I would never be discovered so far from home and enjoying one of my wildest fantasies coming true. She could clearly see my ever growing confidence in my new role as I alter my gait to match those of the other working girls. Seeing my new hooker's walk, Jill wolf-whistles at me. The reflections in the store front windows acknowledge my new look and I was pleased to be so pretty as well as so trashy. From their cars, the men have already started to call out to me in the many languages of the tourists as well as the Spanish of the locals. Walking past the other girls I could see their territorial stares as they check out the new girl and silently inform me that I need to find another part of the street to sell myself. Over a bridge that covered a small creek leading out to the ocean I find a place that I can park myself. Occasionally, I walk to the edge of the curb using small feminine steps to give the passer-bys a better look at me as they oogle all the girls, making their decisions of which ones to purchase for a while. Within mere minutes, a car stops in front of me. I look over at my wife and she shoos me to continue, giving me permission to make this happen. So I walk over to my potential client in a manner that lets him know I am for sale. I bend at my waist and place my face through the open window on the passenger's side of his car. Leaning on my arms along door I smile sweetly with my pretty painted mouth, my butt high in the air swaying like a dog just a little bit in heat. He is talking to me in a language I don't understand. Perhaps it is Austrian or German. I smile wider and knowingly as he shows me $10,000 colones, the local currency, which translates to almost twenty American dollars. As he teases me with the money he makes an "O" shape with his mouth while pointing to his crotch so I'll figure out what he desires. I wink. He opens the car door. I look, once again, at my wife as she sees me about to slide my cute micro skirted tushie into his car. She looks like she can hardly believe her eyes but with a wink, lets me know to continue. I scoot into his car and bring my legs in together as he drives off to the side of the little bridge. This way we can be alone to do our transaction. He wants me to waste no time, so I continue to smile sweetly as I unfasten his belt and unzip his trousers. I expertly begin to repeatedly stroke his shaft. Grabbing the back of my head he pushes me down to meet his already growing member. I tuck my hair behind my left ear as I lower my face to greet him. Staying at the top of the crown I playfully suck making sure I let him feel my luscious lips massage that yummy place right where the crown of his cock meets the shaft. But he soon wants me to take him deeper into my throat. So I enjoy letting him push my head further down so I can totally engulf the length of his hardness. Knowing that I shouldn't waste time as I pretend I will have many other customers to serve throughout the night, I start to also tease his balls with my nails. Though my cock was well gaffed to protect me from anyone determining my true sex I still found myself feeling my own excitement as I was forced to suck this stranger's cock in my hooker mouth. In his strong foreign accent I could tell he was calling me all sorts of names which only added to my enthusiasm. I loved the forcefulness that he was using, holding my head in place as I gave him the most perfect blowjob. He was expanding quickly in my hungry mouth and I knew it would just be seconds before he exploded his cream. "Oh yes, Baby, Baby, babe," he moaned as he squirted his salty cum down my throat. I was in heaven and I sucked him dry. After I was done I sat up, smiled at him and then touched his cheek in what I imagined was a rare tender moment for a streetwalker. I took the 10,000 colones and grinned to myself, delighted that I just got paid less than twenty dollars for giving a blowjob to a stranger. I felt slutty and powerful at the same time. Once I shut his car door and walked back my street perch, I blew my client a kiss as he took off in his car further up the north side of town. Smiling at my wife I let her see me place my earnings into my clutch purse. I then licked my lips savoring his taste that still lingered in my mouth. Jill quickly ran over to me and kissed me deeply on my lips so I could share his taste with her. "On my God, honey, that was so hot," squealed my wife as she held me tightly in her embraced. "You are such a whore," she giggled. "I loved it!" It was thrilling to be kissing her dressed like I was, out in public for all to see, while she looked casual and respectable. Clearly the honks from the cars passing by indicated that the drivers were also enjoying this public display of "girl-on-girl" action. "We have to so get back to our hotel. I am so hot from watching you do this, honey." Hand in hand, we started to walk back to our car to head to our hotel when suddenly a large Cadillac SUV cut us off. A cacophony of female voices started yelling at me in Spanish. Five hookers that I had passed earlier on the street surrounded us and were screaming at me so fast that I couldn't make out a word that they were saying. My wife who speaks and understands Spanish much better than I was starting to look very concerned. "It seems they are upset that you are working their section of the street. They want to beat you up." "I'm scared." "Me too, Honey!" At this point, the back door of the SUV opened and out stepped a very forbidding and questionable-looking character even though he was well dressed and was wearing fine jewelry. As he came closer to us the hookers moved away. Calmly, he started to talk directly at me with a strange combo of menace and confidence. I didn't understand a word he said but looking towards my wife I could tell that she was quickly sizing up what was happening. "He is their pimp, Hector Guteriez, and the owner of the Beagle Bar. He said that you are operating on his street without his permission and that you now owe him a percentage of your earnings. No girl can act as an independent contractor on his street. I'll try to explain to him this was just a harmless game we were playing." I watched with a strange combination of fear and pride as my wife tried to express to this scary man what was going on. Though I could hardly follow what she was saying I could only imagine that she was trying to convey that we were not moving in on his territory, we were just a harmless married couple playing a kinky fantasy out. He would occasionally look at me scanning me from head to toe as she spoke. But, if I was looking for answers in his glances I certainly could not find any. Finally, after a nerve-racking ten minutes he stopping talking and my wife came back to me and pulled me a few feet away from the pimp and his girls so we could have the tiniest piece of privacy. My wife looked at me trying to figure out a sane way to share what was spoken. "Well the good news is that he is not going to harm us or let his girls beat you up. However, the bad news is that he is clearly an opportunist and sees in this situation a way to benefit from our circumstances. He didn't initially realize that you were not a genetic woman when he first saw you. And, he is impressed with how fetching you are. He said that we can leave unharmed only if you and I work for him for a full week. I told him that I was an accountant back in the states and that I would help him with his books. Apparently, his current accountant is untrustworthy and he thinks he has stolen a great deal of money from him." I knew that, unfortunately, this was the better part of what we would have to do and that what was to be in store for me would prove to be a lot more difficult to manage than numbers. "Honey, I don't really want to say this but he demands that for a week you have to be one of his girls. If you can bring in $500.00 a night for a full week he will let us go. I will be allowed to go home to our hotel room each night after a day's worth of bookkeeping but you will have to stay with one of his other girls. This way he knows that we won't try to escape. I know you have wanted this as a fantasy but I also know this is way more extreme than we had ever wanted to take this. But, I don't see a way out of this. He really seems like an intimidating and menacing man to me." I was shocked. I wasn't sure what to say or do but only knew I wanted to have this be over with as quickly as possible. "I don't see any other way out, either. I'll do it and hopefully we'll be let go at the end of the week. But, I don't know if even then we can trust him." Like frightened children we slowly walked back to this pimp, hand in hand, until we stood directly before him." My wife explained in her well executed Spanish that we agreed to his terms and then he smiled. Surprisingly, in perfect English, he told her she could now return to our hotel room and was to meet him at the bar at 12 noon the next day. As for me, he told me that I had to start getting to work right away. Making sure that his new girl was good I was ordered to blow him right there. I got down on my knees while watching my wife scoot quickly back to our car. In my mind, the only way to get through this week was to become what he wanted me to be, make him happy so that he'd release us. I unbuckled his belt to liberate him from his pants. He was already quite large when I pulled him out. Closing my eyes I bowed my head down towards the head of his cock, but, he grabbed my head forcing me to open my eyes and look up at him. "No, chica, I like my girls to look up at me when they are sucking my cock. So much better for me. Now make me happier than I've ever been before. Mmm, yes, you T-girls are always better cocksuckers than my genetic girls. Yes, very nice, Jazmin." In less than an hour, I went from playing out a fantasy to having to live it out. I wanted to make sure he wouldn't harm me or my wife so I allowed myself to enjoy sucking on him and actually found it made things better. I wanted to please my pimp. I wanted it to be the perfect blowjob for him. And from his moans I could imagine that if it wasn't the best he'd ever had, it was certainly up there. He ordered me to caress his balls and at what moments to apply pressure to his shaft. "You really are a very good cocksucker, Jazmin. And ordinarily I would allow this BJ to go on for much longer as I am enjoying you, your talented mouth and your predicament so much. However, you are now one of my whores and you have to know how to please a man quickly so you can get out there again and again to make me more money. Understand what I am saying?" I looked up at him and said yes with my eyes. "Good girl. So now you have to really start to enjoy it even more and make me feel like I am the only man for you just as you will have to do for every man you service. Make me cum...NOW!" I got so into making him cum by pumping him more and sucking him deeper but also by enjoying it more. "Yes, baby. This is why you will make me more money than my other girls. You actually enjoy having a cock in your mouth. You really are quite the whore." When he called me that I got even more determined to make him cum and he was so close now to doing just that. But, just at that point when he was about to cum he jerked my face away from him so he could shower my face and hair with his essence. And, I loved it. With each spray of his warm spunk I found myself more excited and actually feeling hotter. Soon I was covered all over my face marked as his. "Now with your finger gather as much of it as you can and feed it to yourself. Yes, very nice." I made my left index finger into a popsicle of yummy cum and sucked on it until it was all gone never once taking my eyes off of his. "Jazmin, you are a natural at this. Now say thank you to me and call me, Daddy." With actual genuine thankfulness I said, "Thank you, Daddy. I hope I made you very happy." "You will make me even happier when you start to make me some money. Now go with Tara and do what she tells you to. And, also remember, you never want to make me cross. Understand, chica?" 'Yes, Daddy, I do." "Good. Now go make Daddy a lot of money." Tara aggressively grabbed me by my arm and pulled me along the street until we stopped at the edge of a dark deserted park. She pushed me up the sidewalk and told me to start strutting my stuff. I looked back at her with her threatening stare and turned on my feet to start my new profession for real. Tara told me she would be back in about an hour and took off back towards the shops of the south side of the street. Across the street from me I had a good view of a dozen other working girls. I also had a sense that I was as pretty as most of them. I am not exactly sure why I wasn't more frightened than I should have been, but, there was something concrete about our situation that I needed to accept if I wanted us to get out of it unharmed. In the meantime, it seemed that I should just enjoy it as much as I could. After all, this was really just an extension of my fantasy except I wasn't as in control as I would have preferred. I could either make this situation truly awful or I could roll with it the best I could. I decided to make the best of it. And with that thought, I opened up my clutch purse, pulled out my lip gloss and coated my lips with the china pink glittery lip gloss. Then I opened up my compact so I could check my reflection. I was still amazed at how luscious and whorish I could look at the same time. Quite a change from my well groomed looks back in the States. I fluffed up my hair a bit more, tucked my clutch purse under my arm and then moved closer to the street to entice potential clients. I loved strutting like the hooker I was, swinging my stiff right arm with my right hand parallel to the ground in a classic streetwalker movement. I was thrilled to watch men cruising in their cars eyeing the merchandise on the street as well as being aware of other cars filled with respectable families looking at me with their judgmental stares. I felt a small rush of shame mingled with a sense of daring doing something so taboo. But, when a man drove by that was clearly looking for a fun time I would refocus, look at him wantonly and lick my lips for him. I felt so hot. I felt so desired by all the men and in no time at all it became clear I was a bit more popular than many of the other girls. Maybe it was because I was new but I was hoping it was because they thought I was prettier than the others. By the time Tara had returned with a paper bag, filled with who knows what I had already had five clients earning almost $100.00. Tara demanded the money I had made and put it in her purse. Once again, she grabbed my arm aggressively and forced me off the sidewalk and into the dark secluded park. "Take off your gaff and bend over the bench, Jazmin." I bent over the bench looking backwards at Tara as she pulled a small tube out of the paper bag. "You'll never make your minimum of $500.00 a night that you have to give Hector with blowjobs alone." My mouth went into a surprised "O" as I could feel Tara greasing up my bottom hole with KY jelly. She was certainly applying it in a manner that was a lot less gruff than I expected that she would have. Perhaps she actually had some empathy for me and my situation after all. In fact, she was actually making it pleasurable. I smiled and issued a soft coo as she made sure I was thoroughly lubricated back there. "This is good that you like things inside you down here, Jazmin, as this will make you a much better moneymaker. Stand up and put this on." I turned to her and took the sanitary napkin from her. "Line your gaff with it so you don't stain it and your skirt, Jazmin." Once everything was in place, we walked slowly through the park back towards the side walk. We started making small talk. "You and your wife certainly got yourself into quite the predicament, Jazmin. Hector is not the kindest man on this planet that is for sure. He is interested only in money and his own pleasure. We girls are not the highest priority on his list." Underneath all the garish makeup I could tell that Tara was a beautiful girl of about 35 and had the natural Latin beauty that many Costa Rican girls possessed. I was also aware that I needed an ally and another person I could talk to while I was employed by Hector and her kind vulnerability to me now made it seem like it this might be possible with her. "Thank you for talking to me, Tara. It helps." "You're welcome, Jazmin. All us girls know what it is like to be under the thumb of a man like Hector. Though there are often petty jealousies among us there is also camaraderie as well." "I was fearful that I wouldn't be able to speak to anyone because everyone was initially shouting at me in Spanish and my ability to speak Spanish is limited at best. Your English is excellent, Tara." "Why are you so surprised that I speak excellent English? Costa Rica has a great education system. We don't have a military so instead the government spends much of that money in areas of education and health care. There is a 98% literacy rate in this country and even us "skanky" whores all had a great education as kids. We've been speaking English since we were five years old. And most of our customers are American." "I didn't mean to offend you at all, Tara. I guess this whole situation has me not knowing what to say." "Oh don't worry, Jazmin. I tend to be a bit defensive sometimes if I think anyone might feel that they are better than me. I think all us working girls have that streak in us. It comes from what we do. Now this side of the park is where the men pick up the tranny girls and fuck them. You can make at least $50 for each trick and sometimes as much as $100. Here are some condoms, as well, Jazmin. Never let any man do you without one. Besides it being unsafe, Hector hates to pay for any of us girls to go to the health clinic or take have to take time off our jobs." Taking the condoms and placing them into my purse made real what was now expected of me. Tara must have seen my nervousness and placed her hand softly over mine. "Don't worry, Jazmin. You'll be okay and hopefully this will all be over soon enough." She grinned, "But I also think you like this too a bit. I will ask Crystal to watch over you. She is a tranny that has worked for Hector even before she transitioned, back when she was twenty. And I too, will try to watch out for you as well as you will be sleeping at my apartment. I hope you will watch my back also, Jazmin?" "Of course, Tara, thank you for being so sweet." "You are welcome, chica. Now go make that sweet near-girl bottom of yours a treat for all those horny paying men. I bet you'll make close to a $1,000 tonight, girl." I made more than a thousand dollars that night. My bottom was the money maker that Tara thought it would be. I lost count of how many men took me from behind as they fucked me quickly and aggressively. I enjoyed the thrill of being taken and the power of taking their money for being a sexual nest for their hard cocks. But, by the end of my shift, my bottom was very sore as well. Back at Tara's apartment she filled her tub with Epson salts and warm comforting water to ease my first evening as a prostitute. In this dark candle-lit bathroom of a hooker I just met and was quickly considering my friend and ally I reviewed this unbelievable turn of events. It was surreal. I wondered and worried about Jill and was glad she did not have to sell her body like I was doing. Like many GG women she often found my crossdressing fantasies to be a bit unrealistic and occasionally simplistic when it came to feminine roles and stereotypes. But, with understanding, she always supported me. I soaped up my legs and started to shave them smooth. As I was rinsing off my legs Tara walked into the bathroom unapologetically and sat down by the edge of the tub. Her makeup had been washed off and she looked fresh-faced; even wholesome looking with her pure dark unblemished complexion. I too, had cleaned off the makeup from my face. Tara reached down to touch my face. "You have no facial hair, Jazmin. I can see how with just a little bit of makeup you look like a real girl." "I had laser procedures to have it all removed. It helps me occasionally live like the girl that I am by enabling me to pass easier." "You are also prettier than almost all the other transsexuals and crossdressers that work for Hector. Do you love your wife?" "Yes, I do. More than anything. Do you think Hector will harm her?" "Hector is so paranoid that everyone is stealing from him. I don't think he would harm her if she really is a good bookkeeper. But, I do believe if your wife finds out that his current accountant has been stealing from him, Hector wouldn't hesitate to do him real harm." "Here let me dry you off, Jazmin, and then I'll show you where you can sleep. Tara dried me off in a very sisterly manner. Then she walked me to the couch where I was to sleep. Our closeness made me fell the urge to tell her something. "Tara, my real name when I am not a hooker is Jenni. Would you please call me that when we are not working?" "Then Jenni it is, girlfriend. You know, Tara is not my real name either. None of us girls use our real names when we work. My real name is Amira. I too, would like you to call me that when we are not working. Now go to sleep, Jenni, for tomorrow will be another busy day for you." I was awoken out of a very sound sleep by Amira gently nudging me. Jenni, it is almost two in the afternoon. Time to get dressed, do a little shopping, and then get ready for work. I got up and fixed my own hair into a cute style and then put on a little bit of makeup and borrowed a modest dress from Amira. We spent the rest of the afternoon going to a local open air restaurant and had some casado which is a "typical" Costa Rican meal composed of beans, rice, salad, a fried egg and mahi mahi fish. We also got some groceries and then went back to the clothing store that Jill and I had visited just yesterday to get me a new tight red micro-minidress and matching heels. By 6:00 PM, we were back at Amira's tiny apartment dressing and making ourselves up for the evening. My makeup for this evening was darker with more reds than pinks, making me less girlie looking and more womanly. Amira put her hair up into a very cute ponytail that hung to the side of her head and had heels as high as mine were. She made me twirl around for her to se if anything needed changing but said I looked like I had been a whore all my life. "Well time to go to work, Jazmin. But we'll have to stop off at the Beagle Bar first. Hector pays us all on Sunday. I know you just started working last night but I hope he'll pay you a little bit and then you can pay me back for the dress, purse and heels I bought you today." Tara and I walked to the Beagle Bar receiving cat calls, whistles and propositions but turned them all down so we could get there by 7:00PM when Hector pays his girls. Tara says that if a girl is late Hector may not pay her at all. A muscle bond security guard with a rifle let us in through the back door. Most of the chairs were still placed upside down on top of the tables as the bar wouldn't be open for another two hours. A group of twenty five working girls were queued up before two open tables. At one table sat Hector doling out colones to the girls and at the other table working hard on his accounting books was Jill, focused deeply on her task at hand. As I got closer to Hector's table he looked up at me with that menacing smile of his. "I was right about you, chica. You did very well last night. You made me over $1,000. "Thank you, Daddy." Hearing my voice, Jill looked up from her piles of papers. We exchanged glances that silently asked the other if they were okay. Jill's expression told me that she hadn't been hurt but that she was not very happy about her situation. Noticing that we were making eye contact, Hector turned to Jill and said, "Your husband is already one of my highest earners for a street girl. Maybe he should rethink his career choices, no? Maybe he could find that this is the life for him. He is already prettier than most of my girls. As helpful as you have already been on discovering many inconsistencies on my accounting books I think your husband may prove even more helpful to me as one of my girls. I mean look how pretty she is." Turning back towards me he threw me a few colorful bills. "Here is your share from last night, Jazmin." Hector handed me the equivalent of $110 in the local currency. The money I received was only about one tenth of what I earned for him servicing so many guys. That would only barely cover the cost for the clothes that Tara had just bought me. I could see it was hard for these women to get ahead financially. Turning directly towards my wife, though speaking to me, Hector said, "What do you say when your Daddy gives you money, chica?" My wife looked to me to see how I would answer. "Thank you, Daddy." "Now, curtsy and say thank you Daddy for the money, chica." I put my hands to the hem of my very short dress, crossed my ankles and then lowered myself into a cute little girl curtsy. "Thank you for your money, Daddy." "Now kiss your Daddy on the cheek for his gift to you." Clearly Hector was establishing the delineations of status here. And, doing it in front of my wife only heightened my humiliation and lowered status. "Chica, do not keep me waiting." I bent down to kiss Hector on his cheek. I didn't mind all the tricks I had to with all the strange men that picked me up and paid for me but I did mind kissing Hector. After kissing him, and turning to leave to quickly catch up with Tara, Hector slapped me on my bottom. I could feel my face redden even more. I rushed to the door to be by Tara and gave her all my money to pay for what she purchased earlier in the day. Outside of the bar's door, Jill caught up to Tara and me, followed by a large bodyguard of Hector's to make sure she didn't run off. "Jenni, I can't believed how much you just sucked up to Hector in there." Tara quickly responded in my defense, "Jill, I know you don't really know me but let me say this, Jenni really has very little choice in all this and neither do you. You have walked into a very dangerous situation. Hector is not the most stable guy. He can be very cruel. The best you can hope for is that after a week your situations won't be so amusing to him anymore and he'll let you both go. In the meantime, I suggest you be the best bookkeeper you can be for Hector or else you'll find yourself out here selling your ass as well. And, in the meantime, Jazmin here better be the best hooker she can be to keep herself, and you, from the nasty end of Hector's wrath. "You're right, Tara. I just got so upset seeing Jazmin have to kiss him. He makes me so angry. I'm sorry, Jazmin. I won't compromise your situation any more than it has to be. If it is any consolation, you really do look hot in that red dress." And with those words, Jill kissed me on my cheek like a woman would kiss another woman who was her friend and not her husband. Ironically, that actually made it easier to go out and be Jazmin. I assumed that Jill would know this and was trying to make things easier for me. Monday and Tuesday night were blessedly slow nights for us working girls. I made little money but only had to service just five men that evening. And even with that small number of men I still was one of the biggest earners that night. However, I barely made Hector $250 which was far from the necessary $500 a night he wanted from me. I remember Hector yelling at me in front of Jill back at the Beagle Bar that I'd better do better or our stay would be longer. He made me cry. Even though I had pulled in more money than most of the other girls, according to him, my earnings were still off. Plus, each night I was wearing a new outfit that Tara picked out for me and I owed her more than I was making. But, on Wednesday, things picked up as the tourist were once more cruising the streets. Tara said we had an opportunity to make some real money that night. There was to be a party for a bunch of Australian tourists who were down in Costa Rica on a company sponsored fishing tour and were looking for a bunch of party girls. About 1:00 AM Hector's bodyguard, Marcos pulled up in Hector's SUV in front of the street that Tara and I were working and told us to get into the back. There were two other girls in the SUV with us. I noticed was the only girl who was not genetically female. Tara told me we were being taken to one of the fancier hotels in town to party for these Australian tourists. Getting ready for this, all us girls started to touch up our makeup. I applied a few more coats of mascara to my already extended false eyelashes, reapplied blush and glossed up my full red lips. Tara and I both played with each other's hair to make each other look more fetching. Soon the car smelled like aude de cheap whore as we all applied more perfume to various erotic areas of our bodies. I'm not certain if Marcos enjoyed the girlie smell filling his car. I certainly looked hot tonight in a tight white minidress with cute little spaghetti straps and five inch white CFM heels. I was excited to work off the streets and actually be in a nice hotel. Ironically, when the SUV pulled up to the hotel it turned out to be the one that I was staying at with Jill before this whole adventure began. In fact, I passed my old room on the way to the "penthouse" suite. I imagined Jill sleeping soundly after working hard at Hector's books that day. And, I imagined none of the other respectable guests of the hotel had any idea of our seedier presence here this late in the evening. Marcos opened the penthouse door for us and we all sashayed in like pretty party favors to the drunken hollers of the ten men inside. The room smelled of expensive cigars and alcohol and a porn movie was playing on the large screen TV. We each flirted with our hosts wasting no time sitting in their laps, being slapped on our asses and kissing their middle-aged and older mouths. Someone turned on a stereo and Tara pulled me out to the center of the living room where we started dancing with each other. While we were dancing I noticed that the other three girls had already gone off to the bedrooms with three of the men leaving Tara and I to entertain the other seven men on our own. As we danced, Tara grabbed my face with her hands and started to kiss me passionately. This felt good and got an immediate response from the guys. One turned the music up louder and their cheers were more erotically descriptive. Tara and I held each other in a tight embrace as we kissed and then she let go so she could kiss me all over in front of the men. Through my fluttering eyelashes I could see the men taking themselves out of their pants and start to jerk off all around us. This made me hotter. Tara and I got down on our knees and proceeded to blow each man as their friends continued to jerk off until it was their turn. Each cock was yummier than the one before and I adore being the object of attention of these men. Then while I was lost in my yummy ministrations to a magnificent cock deep in my mouth I could feel hands on my ass pulling up my dress and pulling down my gaff. Learning that I had the wrong plumbing down there only seemed to heighten my penitrator, as penetrate me he did, without any hint of romance. With quick forceful thrusts he pounded me as I feasted on his friend in the front. I was in a very hot little heaven. With my own little weenie released I was free to feel the erotic scene I was embroiled within. Somewhere in my near orgasmic haze being intensely penetrated at both ends I became aware of people shouting outside the penthouse door along with loud knocking. Suddenly, the police entered the room and I here I was, sucking a man while being entered from behind. I looked up and behind the police were hotel guests trying hard to see what was going on in the suite. One of the guests looking was Jill. I could see Jill looking at me with her eyes wide open with so much surprise in them as she summed up all that was happening to me. With a loud schlurpy pop, my backend penetrator pulled out, though the man filling my mouth thrusted one last time to explode in my mouth in front of all to see. He held my head there even while the police were trying to disengage him from me. It was surreal and would have been almost comical if it weren't really happening to me. The police gathered up all us girls and shuttled us out to their squad cars. I walked by Jill who said she'd call Hector to get me out of jail. It wasn't until then that I realized that I was actually going to jail. I had thought that since prostitution was legal here I would just be let go. Jill said she overheard the hotel management being very angry as this was a respectable hotel and not one that overtly supported prostitution. It happened here but quietly. This party had gotten too out of hand and many of the guests apparently complained. On the way to the police station I asked Tara what was in store for us fearing that I would be thrown in with male prisoners. "Don't worry about that, Jazmin. Prostitution is legal here. And unless someone at the station wanted to be cruel to us we will not be put in cells. Who we have to worry about is Hector. He has probably already chewed out Marcos for letting the party get so out of hand in such a respectable hotel. But that is all Marcos will get, a little screaming and yelling. We girls, on the other hand, probably just lost Hector the revenue from tonight's party of which he probably was going to make over $10,000. Then adding on the cost to bail us out down at the police station will only fuel his anger. We will have to service all the cops to make our bail as little as possible." True to her word, Hector was extremely angry but did get us out of the police station. He put us right back on the streets at 3:00 AM in the morning to make up anything he could for lost wages. Tara and I didn't return to her apartment until 9:00AM where, without removing our makeup or clothes, dove straight into her inviting little twin bed hoping that nothing would wake us up. Yet, for the second time in less than a few hours, I was again hearing loud knocks at the door. I sleepily looked over to the clock at the side of Tara's bed and saw that it was only 11:00 AM. I had less than two hours of sleep. The door was thrown open by Marco. Tara sat up and yelled at him. "What do you want? Get out of here! Let us sleep you big dope!" Marcos pushed Tara out of her bed and grabbed me and quickly covered my mouth and nose with a white piece of cloth. Within seconds I was unconscious. My eyelids felt heavy. It would be an effort to even try to lift them so I just paid attention to the chaos of sounds around me. People were speaking in hushed Spanish and there were beeps and other odd technical sounds. The next thing I became aware of was the smell. It was antiseptical. The air had no traces of the outside presence of the ocean. It smelled cold and sterile. I ached all over. And, for a bit, I just drifted in and out of sleep. Finally, I was awake long enough to open my eyes to realize that I was in some sort of clinic. I initially thought that I must have been in some sort of car accident becoming acutely aware of bruises I felt on my face and neck as well as my chest. The light from the window on my left drew my gaze in that direction where I could see my left arm hooked up to an IV. While still gazing at the IV in my forearm, my right hand unconsciously started to explore the pain in my chest area. Once I got there, I realized that I was now in the possession of some very large implants. Looking down I could see that even though I was tightly wrapped in surgical dressings I now obviously had very large implants placed in me without my consent. Now as a longtime CD I had always been envious of women's breasts and wanted a pair of my own, but I always imagined it would be my wife and I who would decide if, and when, I were to get them. Our choice was taken away from us. I had such mixed feelings about this new change. By the afternoon I was feeling clear headed enough to sit up in my hospital bed and learned from the nurse just what was done to me. My nose was made a little smaller and was now covered with a splint. My Adam's apple had been shaved smooth which explained the soreness in my throat. I had been started on androgen-blockers and female hormones. And the most immediate dramatic change was I was now in possession of 40 DD implants. I was told that I would be staying at the clinic for another few days before being allowed to go back to "work." It was two days before I saw anyone I knew. Late in the afternoon, Amira came to visit me. Now that I was finally unteathered from my IV, Amira found me sitting on the clinic grounds watching the waves of the beach many yards away flow hypnotically unto the shore. She kissed me sweetly on my cheek. "How are you feeling, Jenni?" That was such a loaded question filled with a jumble of responses that wanted to come screaming out. "I feel like so much of my life is running away from me, Amira. I feel such a loss of control over the choices in my life. I feel so mixed. As a CD girl, I have always wanted breasts and female hormones, but I have wanted them on my own terms. But, there is also something nice about waking up and 'whoops' there they are. A decision has been made and on some level it is nice that it has been made. I now just have to accept these changes. However, I doubt I would every have gone for implants this massive." "They are going to be very big once released from your bandages, Jenni. You're one of Hector's girls and he likes his girls to be very well endowed on top. Speaking of this, I imagine you have already figured out that he was very angry about the bust at the hotel and how much money it lost for him? Well, he has decided that you will be working for him for an indefinite amount of time as one of his prized TS hookers in the bar. This means you will be safer inside than being on the streets but it also means you will be asked to waitress, do lap dances, strip, waitress and maybe even sold to some man who wants to buy you to be his wife." "Oh my God, Amira. Does Jill know what has happened to me? Is she okay?" "She is fine, Jenni. She knows what has happened to you and it was also she who convinced Hector to not have you castrated like he initially intended to. Luckily for you, Jill had found out that Hector's accountant had been stealing very large sums of money from him. This discovery has ingratiated Jill to Hector. He seems to respect her like he has no other woman before. This discovery of hers has granted her more freedom to come and go in the bar than before. She even now has her own small 9 x 9 foot accounting office there instead of working at a table in the bar. Though he flirts with her occasionally, for the most part he leaves her alone. Like I told you, he cares about money first. You will probably get to see her more once you have recovered and become one of Hector's inside girls." Once discharged, I spent the next three days under Amira's sweet care whenever she was not out working. My nose healed quickly and I only had the tiniest traces of dark circles under my eyes which were easily covered up with a little bit of consealer. My throat possessed a tiny scar that also was camouflaged easily with makeup. But nothing would camouflage my new breasts. They really were magnificent in a plastic hyper-feminized way. Though I had been wearing bras most of my life, never were they filled with anything but artificial breast forms. But, now here I was, with my own breasts, still very artificial but very much my own. It was now two weeks beyond the time that Jill and I were hoping to be released from our obligation to Hector. But now I found myself preparing for my first night back to work for him since my surgeries. Only this time, I would be one of the working girls inside the Beagle Bar. Tara had left me a waitress uniform to put on before I was to head over to the bar. Holding the skimpy uniform over my new curvaceous body I could hardly believe what I was going to have to wear. Sitting at Tara's vanity, I started to do my makeup wearing just matching pink panties and support under-wire bra, often staring unbelievably into the reflection of the mirror, as I watched two massive breasts moving up in down to the rhythm of my breath. They were always there no matter what I did and I couldn't stop being very conscious of them. Even when I would prime my blush brush they couldn't help but jiggle. When I leaned closer to the mirror to apply my makeup the weight of my breasts seemed to pull me there faster. I stepped into my waitress uniform, pulled it up and then zipped it. My more than ample breasts pushed their way over the top of the pink spandex top of my short skirted uniform as if they were trying to escape. I tied my mauve colored waitress apron around my waste and then pined my nametag carefully to my top fearful that I'd puncture myself and find silicon leaking all over. My hair was long enough that I thought about soon having it colored and restyled but for now realized that my wig still served me well. Once I put it on I was no longer Jenni and was once again, Jazmin. I brushed my wig out and put on earrings and bracelets. Finally, I stood, one foot at a time, as I put on my four inch pink heels. I grabbed my purse and started on the short three block walk from Tara's apartment to the Beagle Bar twice as nervous as any girl would be on her first day of a new job. I knocked on the employee's entrance out back and was let in by Marco. "Ooh, baby, looking good, Jazmin." I blushed and thanked him for his objectifying comment. I saw Hector at the bar discussing supplies with the barmaid behind it so I went over to him. "Hello, Daddy." I knew he was probably smiling to himself at what he had done to me even before he turned around. And, when he did face me he looked at my breasts before looking up to my eyes. "Now, that is what a woman should look like, Jazmin, muy bonita. You are going to make me so much money. There are going to be so many men just craving to pay me big money to have their cocks between those perfect melons of yours. You are going to be worth the investment I have made into your body. You are now as pretty as my top two girls and they are biological women. What do you say to your Daddy?" Without hesitation I kissed him on his lips and then whispered, "Thank you, Daddy." "Now talk to Maria here and she'll tell you all about your waitressing and other duties." I was looking around for Jill. I knew that she was probably in one of the back rooms which was now her new accounting office. I absent mindedly listened to Maria tell me the ins and outs of my waitressing responsibilities. Once the bar was open I was quickly put to work serving the customers who had no problem manhandling me. My naturally sweet disposition seemed to endear me easily to them and I enjoyed being a waitress more than being a street hooker. However, just as Hector had said, the men started requesting me for hand and blow jobs as well as enjoying having their hardness between my new girls. But though the bar was smoky and away from the sweet sound of the waves hitting the shore I did feel safer inside the bar than working out on the streets. Additionally, I knew it was only a matter of time before I would be able to see Jill again. It was almost two weeks later when I finally got the opportunity to see Jill. While I was waitressing my shift on a Thursday night I was aware of an important meeting that Hector was conducting with other local "businessmen" in one of the larger back rooms. I was dispatched by Maria to go take the orders of the men in the back room. Walking into the room I saw Jill in a very smart woman's business suit along with Hector and four other businessmen. She had accounting ledgers placed in front of her. Knowing what was expected of me I said in my perky voice, "Hello gentlemen, madam, what can I get you tonight that would make your evening even better?" The men ordered hard liquor while Jill ordered just a Sprite without acknowledging me. I was heartbroken. On the way out of the room, Hector swatted my bottom boasting proudly to the other men that I was one of his best earners. I went back to the bar to retrieve their orders. As I turned around to head back, I almost collided into Jill, narrowly avoiding dropping my tray of drinks unto the floor. "Honey, I am so glad you are okay," she said with genuine concern in her voice and eyes. "I was so worried about you in the hospital all alone. He was going to have you castrated but I was able to stop him." "It's okay, Jill. I am okay, though I now have more cup size than I had ever hoped for," I smiled trying to make our situation lighter. "I can see that! They will always come into a room a lot earlier than you will." Jill smiled back along with her jokey reference to my new breasts also trying to lighten our load. "I told Hector that I needed to be excused from the meeting to go to the ladies room so I don't have too much time to talk. But, I need to tell you a few things and quickly get back. I found evidence that Hector's old accountant had stolen more than four million dollars from him over the course of five years. I don't know what has happened to him since I told Hector. No one has heard from him or knows where he is. Jenni, I don't know it for sure but maybe he was murdered. I am Hector's accountant now. I've have put in order a sensible accounting of all his 'enterprises.' He is such a criminal and now he is having this meeting where he is essentially pimping me out to be an accountant for those other criminals." "I can only imagine it is better than having him pimp you out as a working girl. I so don't want that to happen to you. It is not as horrible as I thought it was going to be but it is certainly not that playful adventure we thought it might be when you first dared me to do it." "I am so sorry that I ever made that dare." "You don't ever need to apologize, Jill. I wanted to do it and it was fun at the time. And, sometimes, it is even fun now. But, the worse part is that I can't be with you like before." "It breaks my heart in two as well, Jenni. So saying this is going to be real hard." I was fearful of what Jill might say. What she did say only confirmed my fears. "Hector has ordered me to never refer to you as my husband or girlfriend again. I am not allowed to call you Jenni in his presence. When you are around me I am to treat you like any of the other waitresses and prostitutes. You are not allowed to call me by my name again but must call me Miss Jill or Ma'am. Hector insists that it is best that you get used to being a hooker and waitress while I have to get used to being an accountant for a bunch of thugs." I started to cry but Jill quickly wiped my tears away. "Know that I love you, Jenni. I'll figure some way to get us out of this mess safely if I can. Look, I have to get back to the meeting." And with that, she turned on her heels and I felt my heart drop. I almost started to panic but realized that I wanted to survive this and Jill said that she'd look for an opportunity for us to escape. And with that sense of hope, I once again, found that part in me that could accept and even possibly enjoy my new lifestyle until we could find our escape and have our choices be our own again. In a room full of scantily dressed waitresses as well as naked strippers and callgirls, Jill certainly stood out among all the women whenever she was at the bar. She was the only woman there actually dressed fashionably as well as sensibly in her chic businesswoman outfits. Months had now passed since all this first started and the female hormones in me had certainly had their effect. I was quite an emotionally labile girl at times and was now physically soft in all the right places. My little weenie had shrunk so much that I hardly needed a gaff to keep anyone from knowing my true sex anymore. Time assisted Jill and I to accept our new roles and status with and around each other. There were times when Hector arranged legitimate dates for Jill to go on with some of his business partners. And, if ever Jill and her dates were in the Beagle Bar, Hector always made sure that I was their waitress to reinforce my status as his whore and not Jill's husband anymore. As more months passed, Jill and I had even less opportunity to find even the shortest amount of time together. She was given a newer, much larger office above the bar and often was finished working long before the bar opened for business in the evening. Initially, the working girls were hostile and jealous of Jill because she had a different and more respectable job and role with Hector. However, after a very short time, all the girls could see that she was still under his thumb, just in a more publicly decent position. But she also help institute some changes at the bar and on the street for us girls which changed their feelings towards her. Hector went for some of the changes because it made the girls happier and therefore made his customers happier who, in turn, spent more money, which ended up in Hector's pockets. Each girl now had two days off a week. That was luxurious. The other thing that she did for the girls, which totally turned them around to regard her highly, is that she took what little money Hector gave us and invested it wisely so that those small amounts of money would become a fair amount of money. She also created a money account for any girl who was married off to someone she hardly knew for emergency funding, just in case she might ever need it. She did some of this without permission from Hector and we girls appreciated her risk. I remember one day when Amira told me that because of Jill's investments we were actually about to splurge ourselves and move into a larger apartment with a big enough bedroom where we could share a king size bed instead of her twin one. It made me proud of Jill for doing this, not only for me, but for all the girls. Amira and I became great friends and did look out for each other. She also consoled me when I heard that Jill was out on dates with some important good looking man. "I know this hurts you Jazmin. But I think it is best that you let her go and let her find any happiness that she can. And, in the meantime, we will not only persevere but we will even have some fun. Because of Jill, we now have enough money to treat ourselves to a spa day. And, I will set us up on dates tonight that won't be paying us for our company." So there were now occasional moments when I could escape the reality of being a whore and just be a regular girl like other girls. There were moments when I could go out on a real date without thinking I had to service a guy and just enjoy his company and his attention without having to wear anything more than a fresh coat of lip gloss and a modest outfit. Jill started to seriously date this one man who was a legitimate investment broker. Having made Hector a ton of money she was allowed time to do with as she would chose. I was so grateful that her life was turning around. On a day off, I went to a spa at one of the fancier hotels. I went to get a manicure and pedicure at this resort so much like the one that Jill and I stayed at when we first arrived in Costa Rica, fresh faced, like I could have been one of the tourists who stayed there. As I sleepily sat soaking my feet I became aware of another woman taking the seat next to mine. "Hello, Jazmin." I turned and saw Jill sticking her feet into the small foot spa. "Hello, Ms. Jill," I said. I had become so used to having to referring to her as that that it had become a natural habit. "Please call me Jill. Today we are just two regular girls at a spa having pedicures and manicures, Jazmin. This feels so good. My feet have wanted this pampering for over a week now." "Thank you for all the wonderful things you have done for us girls. All the girls think highly of you, Jill." "You're welcome, Jazmin. I know they hated me at first but I was determined to see if there was anything I could do to make their lives better and as fair as possibly in such a yucky situation. I made sure you and the other girls would finally have some money as opposed to having none or owing Hector money. I can see how hard you all work, especially you, Jazmin. You probably don't know this but you are Hector's second highest paid girl. You do so much in the service of others and always have a smile on your face. I often feel guilty as I actually now make a hefty salary while you still have to struggle time to time. And I also feel bad knowing that you are whoring while sometimes I am out on the town with my new boyfriend knowing that you also know this." She looked at me with such empathy in her eyes. I couldn't ever be angry with her. "It was hard at first but I now I've come to appreciate that I am no longer the person I was but try to appreciate the girl I am now. I have accepted who I am so much that I no longer call myself Jenni. I am now Jazmin. And, it is okay. I have gotten to finally be a girl, even though I am working in a profession that I really wish I could get out of. But, because of what you have done for all us girls my life isn't all that bad and occasionally it is pretty wonderful. I am just grateful that you are doing well and have found someone who treats you well. I hope that someday that could happen for me. But, I really do miss you and our time together, Jill." "You have no idea how much your words relieve some of the guilt I have been harboring, Jazmin. I..." Jill cut off her sentence as two women from the hotel staff walked into the spa room where our feet were soaking, to dry them and then paint our toenails. As the first coat of our polish was being applied, Jill leaned over to me and whispered into my ear, "There are going to be some big changes soon." Because of Jill's last words to me at the spa, I thought there would be some positive changes soon but things remained as they always were at the Beagle Bar. I continued to be used for the amazing sexual skills I had at pleasing men, in all sorts of manners. I also ended up more alone as Tara was purchased to be a wife for a German businessman. I felt like I had lost my dearest ally and friend every time I returned to our apartment alone. And, at work, Jill took to ordering me around if I was there anytime she was also at work, making me fetch her accounting books from her car or to wait on her and her boyfriend as a waitress if they came into the bar together. To deal with this, I lost myself in my work and made it my pleasure. If I was a good prostitute before, now I was determined to be the most passionate and amazing whore that Hector could have ever wanted. I became the most requested girl, often being booked as the solo girl for bukkake parties. Soon I was craving being covered in hot sticky cum by multiple men as I suck and serviced every single hard cock I could find. Even the most hardcore straight men would ask for my services over Hector's best genetically born girl. My reputation was growing. And, by now, with all the hormones, I was a totally passable girl with just this one and a half inch 'clitoris' and male testicles. My own hair was now blond with amazing pink and purple highlights. My mouth was the most succulent of all the girls and I relished my occupation. It seemed my enthusiasm now made me Hector's highest paid worker. Even with his taking the larger share, I was still making over $600.00 a night, while he was making at least $20,000 a week on me. Then the most shocking thing happened. "You have been bought, Jazmin." After servicing a group of men who were here on a company retreat from France I was brought into the Beagle Bar's back office still covered with their cum drying on my face and body and matted all over my hair. I was standing, vulnerably, in front of the table where Jill was sitting having just uttered the words I could hardly believe I had heard. Hector was leaning against the back wall smiling and enjoying hearing my wife tell me these words in tha