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An Unplanned Initiation Introduction - Just after posting my first story here, I happened to read 'Loss of Control' by Julie O, and that got me thinking of how I might take one part of that story and expand upon it. The lead character there gets transported across an international border, but that action is just briefly mentioned. I thought about how that moment might be interesting if there were a little more detail (well actually a lot!), so I wrote a similar story based around that - thank you, Julie. Here, our hero(ine) starts just a year or two older, so (s)he winds up as a little older at the end, and the other characters here while somewhat similar to the characters in the original story are also a little kinder in a way. I think kindness if applied correctly can really be effective with the right people and my heroine is one of those people. Different circumstances require different techniques, but the end result is still the same - a change of life. Oh, and I included a few Spanish words. I apologize if I am using them in the wrong sense - it's been awhile. Also, I am using the character, Hugo, very similar to Julie's story. (Perhaps, we can start a series of Uncle Hugo adventures - The Uncle Hugo Chronicles.) As the rising sun peeps in my window, I slowly wake to a new day at college, possibly an interesting one. Along with some friends, I have been accepted into a fraternity but only if we can get through their initiation. I really don't need something that could mess up my life right now, but I'll listen to my friends' pleadings, I guess. I wonder how this will affect my life here on campus. I hope for the better. After graduating from high school, I took a year off to work so I could earn enough money to get at least two of years of college in, besides taking part time jobs during the school year. My mother divorced my father after she caught him cheating and his life spiraled downward until he was shot and died in a botched holdup. My mother stumbled along as best she could, holding down a lousy job and being tired most the time. I have a younger sister who was the result of an unexpected pregnancy of my mother with a former boyfriend and he has been supporting her and my mother a little, but of course, not me, which I understand. So with little family money for school and being not smart enough or athletic enough for any kind of meaningful scholarship, I realized I would have to work for my schooling. I'm now attending one of the smaller state universities some distance away(where I just got in because my test scores were acceptable), and so I'm not planning on getting back home very often and in reality, I feel I've left home for good. My mother understands and while wishing she could do more (she gave me a few hundred dollars for spending money), is relieved that she doesn't have to support me anymore. I will say that we probably had some fights that I'm sure she is glad she'll never face again. At college, I got in with a decent bunch of guys and hang out when I can with them. During Greek rush week, several of them decided to look into the fraternities and urged me to join them, which I hesitantly did. And one fraternity does take an interest in us. We got through rush and were accepted into the fraternity with only the initiation/hazing to suffer through. I really am not that interested in it but my friends egg me on. "Come on, Nick, it'll be fun," says one of them. "I don't know, I've read all those stories about how guys die from drinking too much and all." One of my friends responds, "I've talked to the head brothers there and they say all that's way in the past and this fraternity never went into it that much either and has never been in trouble. Very little alcohol is consumed and mostly it's just having the pledges doing something embarrassing." "Yeah, like I really want to do that," I roll my eyes in mock irritation. "Come on, it'll be fun and once we're in, there'll be lots of things to do." "You guys know I don't have time for a lot." "We know, Nick, but it'll be okay, when you do have time, there'll always be something fun going on, and we can hang out together." "Okay, I guess." "Great, thanks, Nick, now we can tell the pledge committee that we're ready for whatever." "Yeah, whatever; I wonder." It turns out that 'whatever' is that old college standby, getting dressed up in drag as girls and being put on revue somewhere. It's just an evening of embarrassment and the other guys think it will be a hoot and convince me to go along. Well, actually, I don't tell them, but it won't take much convincing as I'm a sometimes closet cross-dresser, though I haven't had much time in college or a good location to do it. I do enjoy dressing, and sometimes fantasize a little, but the feelings tend to come and go, and I do it when I can. Since nobody knows, I'll just have to bear down and accept what happens, and complain a little here and there and not show too much enthusiasm, I guess. I'm not that big of a guy, nor tall, just a little short and lightly built, maybe 5'8" or so. I do look sort of young and really easily fit in with the class that is technically behind mine when I started college, especially with my birthday being late in the year. Being slight and youngish looking and obviously not muscular, I held my in own in high school by just staying out of the way, keeping quiet, hanging around with friends. I withstood some taunts, nothing serious, mostly learning to just be patient and don't do anything to antagonize the bullies. It usually works. I dated some in high school, but never steady or anything as both the girls and I somehow just knew it was for fun times with others and nothing involved. While I was working I did get a little serious with one young woman, but it didn't last, especially when she realized how virginal I was (sad to say). But they all said I was a really nice guy and often, cute and caring and they would always remain friends. And actually, some of them did which was okay, I guess. The fraternity is throwing a party and we are to attend in costume and there are five of us. We are to go over to this sorority house where the young women who are in on the hazing are waiting for us (it turns out some of them are seeing some of the fraternity brothers and they had made the original suggestion and backed it up by offering to do the makeovers). We get there and they have five sets of clothes for us to wear. They are sort of the obvious - nurse, flight attendant, two Disney heroines and school girl. By luck of the draw (or maybe sizes of the outfits!) I get the schoolgirl costume which is the little red plaid skirt, the white stockings with garters almost to my thighs, maryjane shoes, a cut away blouse and tight blazer and bra and panties. There are two girls assigned to make me over, and they, of course, get carried away, beyond what the others do. One of the girls assigned says, once we're in the room, "Oh, good, we get a cute guy to do. This is gonna be a lot of fun, and I think we should really make you look good." "Uh, don't go overboard on my account," I say, but secretly hope they will do pretty good. It is a trick to want something, hoping it will turn out great, but outwardly trying to be bored or a little put out by it, but I manage. I do put up a little complaint over the underwear, but I meekly acquiesce to their determination, and enthusiasm. When finished, I actually look reasonably feminine with polished press- on nails, my face completely made up with eye liner, mascara, eye shadow, eyebrow pencil, blush, lip gloss, false eyelashes, a wig, perfume, panties, a bra with quite realistic breasts that only by looking carefully can one see the seam lines. My male genitalia are pushed back up into me with surgical tape keeping things together down there, and what little body hair I had, has been creamed and/or shaved off. I have very mixed feelings as I really look good, but this has been a little more than I expected. The girls really get into it, saying that winter is coming and nobody will notice the things done and by spring, things will have returned to normal. I can only hope. I have a very light beard to begin with and soft features which when highlighted make me look a year or two younger than my years. I have some Mediterranean background and am just a little darker complexioned but with brown hair. They put a black wig on me (taping it down) and with the makeup, I now look a little like a Hispanic Catholic school girl. "You know, actually you are just too cute! We're going to have to come up with a good name for you. Something a little Hispanic." "Uh, thanks a lot. I happen to like my own name." They completely ignore me as one says, "I know. Carmella, Carmella Sanchez. Yes, I think that's quite appropriate." The other chimes in, "Yes, it is. I like that. Ok, that's final; you're Carmella Sanchez for tonight." "Great. I can see that I'll never live that down. Besides, you've got me looking too good! Are you two going to stay around and protect me from guys who don't know what's going on? I'm gonna need it, looking like this." "Oh, come on, it'll be really fun. The party's just at the frat house and when it's over you can go back to your old drab self. Let loose and go with it, Carmella. Show the other guys that not only are you not embarrassed but that you're having more fun than they are." "I don't know about that." "You'll have a great time, just relax and have a fun time," they both smile at me obviously trying to encourage me. I suppose I can play along a little. "I guess," and I smile a little. "That's more like it. Ok, let's join the others and see how you all look." We go to the living room and with everything done to me, I'm the last to arrive and the other girls applaud the efforts of the two who worked on me, telling them they did a fantastic job. The other guys are a little in awe at how I now look. I find out then that both girls have had cosmetic experience and are considered the best girls for makeup advice and help in the sorority, maybe on campus. Just my luck. But secretly, I'm loving every minute of it. I've dressed myself numerous times but I have never ever gone this far or looked this good! And not only that, but I have a justifiable reason to be like this. How good can it get? We pile into cars and go over to the frat house just before the party starts. We are to leave most of our things at the sorority house and will come back later and the girls will help us get back together. We only take one ID each and are given purses or very small shoulder bags to hold any cash or other items - which include some cosmetics, because the girls say we will have to do at least one fix up during the party. The girls enter with us and get the pledge committee and say they will introduce the 'girls' one at a time. The first four are introduced and while they look reasonable, and one or two look pretty good, a close inspection will suggest they may be or are guys. But the pledge committee is impressed as from a distance the four do look somewhat passable. "Ok, that's four, where's the fifth? Um, what's his name, Nick?" The committee guys look around, glancing through the girls standing in a little group with me right among them - we're acting all, not right here! - and barely looking at me any more than the others, and they start saying, "Ok, did he run off somewhere? If he cut out, he's failed the initiation." The girls say, "Oh, he's here in the house, and he hasn't failed by a mile." "Where is he, then?" they demand, still not recognizing that I'm in with the other girls. And I'm really loving it. "Just look around, and it isn't Nick tonight, it's Carmella." Finally, one of the guys looks at all of us a long time, and finally says, "Uh,is that him, or, uh, her, or, uh, Carmella?" And he points at me, "You?" As I show mock surprise with a 'who me?' look, after a second, he says, "I'm not sure, but I don't think I've seen you before, and I would definitely remember if I had." All the girls start laughing and push me out. "Are you sure you're Nick?" I smile and bat my eyes, "Uh huh. What's the matter, guys, like, can't you even tell one of your pledges?" The two girls who worked on me, like that I'm getting into it. The brother in charge says, "Wow, that is unbelievable. I never would have guessed." He looks around at the others, "Ok, guys, I think Nick, I mean Carmella here is definitely the best looking one tonight. You all agree?" They do and one of them pulls out a little princess tiara and places it on my head, "The winner of the best looking pledge is, Nick, no, um, Carmella. And the prize is your first half year dues are paid." Wow! Now I am thrilled about that! And I give a big smile. This may work out after all. And everyone cheers and makes loud comments on how good I look, and maybe they should find a guy for me, and I blush a little, with the girls saying, "Oh, look, Carmella's blushing. Isn't that adorable." I finally say in a girly way, "Well, like I have to really share this crown with, like, the two girls who did just an absolutely fab job on me." And I get them to come out and take a bow to more cheers. That endears me to them and a little to the guys. One of them wants to take our picture, but I say, "No way," and they don't. "Ok, time to party. Now you five will have to stay dressed until 1AM, and then we'll welcome you in as fully fledged members. Ok?" We all agree, and the party starts. I'm beginning to think that this really isn't that bad. Some other pledges from another frat are invited and are encouraged to mix with us 'girls'. A few catch on that maybe one or two are guys in drag, but they have to follow through for their initiation. They're the lucky ones, the next year the two frats have agreed to reverse the rolls for the new pledges. However, none catch on that I'm a guy in dress. They all think I'm some hot looking girl probably from one of the sororities, and definitely a first year student, and a few try to pick me up. I have mixed feelings about that, though with a little alcohol, I am feeling better. "So, Carmella, that's a pretty name. Are you free later? Would you like to go out to a real party?" And, "Could I have your number. I'd really like to get to know you better. Would you like to go out with me next week?" And a few just push a piece of paper into my hand, "My number, give me a call." Some less polite than others. I reply to all of them telling them they are very sweet but I'm taken (which they suspected and fully believe) and I'm just doing this for the sorority. They're mostly disappointed. About midnight, the party is actually winding down and some of the pledge committee guys say, "Hey, let's go to that roadhouse out on the highway." I try to beg off, but they say it'll be interesting to see how strangers look at us, so we five should really come along. I'm not particularly pleased by that, but I agree because my two closest friends are going (I think they're trying to get in good with the brothers), and I figure, ok, safety in numbers. Two of the other pledges beg off and are told to stay in costume until 1AM. The committee guys say to me and the other two that we can come out at 1AM and take off our dresses, maybe even a little before, because we're going along. None of us is thinking that how can we if we're in some bar, but it sounds good right now. We get there just a little after 12, and there are 9 of us, we three 'girls' and four guys and two of their girlfriends. We get a table near the back where the bigger ones are and are just having a decent time. The place still has a few customers and they glance at us and get back to their own business. The guys get a beer and my two 'girl' friends do also, but I and the other girls get some wine. The server who is an older Hispanic woman checks IDs very quickly with us 'girls' quickly showing ours but trying to cover our pictures and quickly flashing them. Since the guys and other girls are of age, and the waitress is on their side, after seeing several, she doesn't check thoroughly and shrugs and doesn't say anything, although she seems suspicious as she eyes each of us. We don't know that she makes a phone call after she puts our order in for an entirely different reason. It's sort of a fun time, and we're all laughing and joking with one another. At about 12:30, we hear motorcycles roar up and about 10 Latino gang members come sauntering into the place. We hadn't noticed but the bar/roadhouse has completely cleared out and we are the only ones still there. As we look around the room, we also realize that the wait staff has completely disappeared, too. We quickly decide to get going and throw more than enough money on the table, but they come over to us and say in a very menacing way, "What's the hurry, amigos. No need to rush out so fast." And they look lustfully at us girls. The leader looks very carefully at the five of us, actually lingering on me a little longer which makes me very uncomfortable. He says, "All of you, put your cell phones on this table. Now!" And the ones that have one, do so. Then looking at the guys, says, "Now, I think they can go. But," pointing to us five girls, he says, "you stay." He looks at the four guys, "You four, go to your car, get in it and stay there until 1. Your friends will join you and bring the phones; then you all can go. Emilio, you go with them. Keep them company." "Aw." "Ok, Hector will come out in 15 minutes and take your place. "Gracious." He looks at the guys, "Ok, you go now and there won't be any trouble. Unless you think you can take us." He stares down all four guys. "No? Bueno, smart guys. Now, we have a little party, good times, a little fun. Si?" he says looking at us girls. The four guys are escorted out. There's no way they can do anything. They hope nothing bad will happen. I notice that the lights on the outdoor signs for the roadhouse have been turned off. To passersby, the place appears closed. "So, time for party." One of the real girls says, "No way am I partying with you. I'm leaving." She turns to go and he grabs her and slaps her across the face, "You're not going anywhere, puta. Benito, Rodrigo, show her a good time." And he practically throws her into the waiting arms of two of the more surly gang members. They take her around a corner and into the Men's restroom. She is shaking and in tears. He looks at the other four of us who are now terrified to death, "You do as we say, and there will be no more violence. We just want a good time. You give us a good time, and everybody happy. ??comprendes?!" We nod, and he doles us out one 'girl' for each of two guys. Two members take the other real girl into the other restroom. The other two 'girls' are taken to opposite far sides of the room. At this end it's just me and him. "Ah, just the two of us, now," he says with a smile. "My name is Paco. And yours?" "Carmella," I say after a bit, quietly, looking down and glancing at him a little, and still absolutely scared. "Carmella, Carmella. I like that. I think you're a very pretty mariposita. You know that?" I look sort of questioningly at him not knowing the word. He walks around me, touching me lightly and I jump, looking me over very carefully. He is just over 6' tall and very muscular. I feel rather small and frail compared to him. He then comes up behind me and slips his left arm around me and grasping my right arm below the shoulder, holds me tight just below my breasts. He is very strong and I am fully in his grasp. With his right arm he reaches around and immediately slips his hand under my skirt and fondles where my genitals were. I start to gasp, and he says close to an ear, "Shhh, my pretty one, just be quiet." And I close my mouth. "Umm, you smell good," he says as he feels me up to his satisfaction and it surprises me that it feels slightly erotic, even though I'm still totally terrified. I do gasp a little and close my eyes and slightly sink back into his arms. He also puts his hand in my blouse and blazer and feels the false breasts. He chuckles a little and then forcibly turns me around to face him, holding me tightly with my arms pinned to my side. "Si, mariposita. A queer. But the prettiest of the lot, afeminada. Not like the other two, maricons. Faggots to you. Or the two putas, bitches. That one will be a little roughed up, not bad, but nobody talks back to Paco. Now come here to Paco." I am scared to death. "You're a very pretty mariposita. I think there's a future for you." He takes me in his arms and kisses me. My arms are above his and he kisses me for a long time and my arms fall to his shoulders. His arms are now all over me, with one hand cupping my ass and pulling it tight to him. I can feel the growing lump under his jeans. It is a very sensual kiss and after a moment, I can't help but relax as it feels a little sexy - with the drinks at the frat house and the wine here having also affected me. "Ah, see? You are a mariposita! Now, we don't have much time." He pushes me to my knees, saying very brusquely, "You will satisfy me and Emilio when he comes back in. Then, I'll see how that other puta responds." He puts his hands on my shoulders to hold me there and says forcefully but with some restraint, "Now, my pretty mariposita, undo my pants and pull them down and I have something waiting for you." I know what's going to happen, I'm going to give this guy a blow job and there is nothing I can do. He is bigger than I am and all 10 of them are far more muscular than any of the guys. I sigh and take down his pants and there is his penis, getting quite big. "Ah, there it is, all for you, my pretty Carmella. Take it like the puta you want to be, and make me feel good." I look at it for a moment, not wanting to do it, and Paco quickly brings his hand to slap me, "Take it, puta, or you will be hurt." Flinching back, and resigned to what is to happen, I take a breath, and begin by rubbing it with my fingers and nails and squeezing it and massaging it and his balls. I then lift it up and give it some kisses and slowly take it into my mouth. I am still scared and I hope he was truthful about 1AM and this night will be over soon. He takes my head in his hands and begins setting up a methodical rhythm shoving his cock deep into my mouth and pulling it almost out. After a moment or two, I can feel him get tense and he shoves it deep and I can feel his cum fill the back of my mouth. I have given a man head. "Ay, that was maravillosa, my pretty mariposita. I do think there is a future for you. Emilio will be here in a moment. Show him a good time, too. He and the others think you're a real senorita. It will be best for you if you don't show him otherwise." I'm a little confused by what he's saying, but I can see a little to the sides and the other two 'girls' are also on their knees giving head. Their backs are to me so they can't see me or each other, but I can see them. I'm guessing Paco wants it that way. I can't see the two real girls, but I hear some gasps and muffled cries and I can imagine what's happening to them. In a moment, he has come out, and Emilio has returned and he says to Emilio, "I have got her all ready for you, now enjoy yourself, but remember no physical. ??me entiendes?!" "Si, Paco." But he's looking at me with a leer. Paco goes off to the other girl, taking Hector's place. "Ah, my little puta, all ready for me, aren't you?" "Yes," I sigh and I give him a blow job, sucking him off like I did to Paco. A few more moments and I'm sure we will be out of here. He is much rougher with me than Paco, very demanding. I find that I'm wishing it were Paco again and not him. But, I finally finish with him and he pulls up his pants, satisfied, "Muchas gracious, puta. That was a good one. Perhaps I might see you again and you can suck me off some more." He smirks at me. To my slight relief, Paco comes over and helps me up. I see that he has released the others one at a time, to go out to the car. This has not been a good night but it looks like it will soon be over. It looks like I may be the last to be let go. I am to be disappointed. He stops the one girl that he slapped, giving her the cell phones, as she is next to last to be let go, "You tell your friends that I'm keeping this one, Carmella, for security for awhile longer. Don't call the cops, and I'll vouch for her safety, and get her where she belongs after I know there will be no problem. I won't let anyone touch her. You understand? And I'd better see that car leave within seconds of you getting in, or there will be serious trouble for all of you." The girl is in tears and looks at me woefully saying, "I'm sorry. Good luck. Call us when you can." I nod with a sickly smile, and she leaves. It's now me and ten latino gang members. I hear the car pull away. I can only imagine what's going on in the car. No doubt they all thought that us three guys had been mistaken for girls by the gang members and other than the one real girl being hit and treated roughly, none of them (or me) were fucked although they felt her up rather roughly besides having her give two blow jobs like we all had done. But none of the four say anything about the blow jobs, they just say to others that they were kissed and fondled. None, especially the two guys, wants to admit sucking off the cocks of two latinos. And they wonder what will happen if the gang finds out I'm a guy masquerading as a girl. Little do they know. Paco looks at the other gang members, "I'm taking this one to Uncle Hugo. You all go back to the house; I'll catch up with you." They all get knowing smiles on their faces and nod to each other. They understand what's going to happen, although none of them has any idea where Paco will actually take me, they have heard the stories. I vainly look back and forth trying to understand what they mean. "Are you going to let me go?" I ask Paco fearfully. "I want you to meet someone - a good friend and very powerful and important person. And I think he would like to meet you." "Then will you let me go?" "Then, we'll see. But no matter what, you will not be hurt, as long as you do as I say. Do you understand?" "Yes," I sigh and look down. This will be a long night. He grabs something from his belt and puts it in front of me. It looks like sunglasses. "You don't need to know where we are going and I can't take any chances. Put this on." I dumbly put it on and when on, I can't see anything as it is darkened and fits tight against my face. He then hooks a thin strap to the frames behind my head and it can't fall off. I am now for intents and purposes, blind, but no one would know. "We go now. Here, I'll help you." He takes my hand and leads me outside with his other hand on my ass directing me. I hear the other motorcycles revving up and starting to move out. He leads me over the pavement and stops me and then says, "Just relax and I'll put you on the seat." He lifts me from behind as if I weigh practically nothing and sets me on the seat with my legs on either side. My skirt is short enough that there is no problem. He helps my feet find the foot rests and places a helmet on my head. He gets on and then takes my arms and brings them around him. "Hold on to me, and you won't fall off or have any problems." I tighten my grip around him but he takes out some kind of restraint and ties my wrists so that I can only hug him, "I don't want you letting go and falling off. That would be very bad. And anyway, I like having you close to me. Maybe you'll start to like it too." We travel for some distance, I have no idea where or which direction or even where we might be. We started in southern California between Los Angeles and San Diego, but I have no idea where we are except we're probably not near the ocean. I am extremely scared but there is nothing I can do. For some reason, holding Paco tightly like I am, I do feel a little safer. He seems to be treating me somewhat decently. He could have tossed me to the other gang members, but it's just us two. And I can certainly feel how strong he is. When he first held me in the roadhouse and then when he lifted me onto the cycle, he was gentle with me, a lot more than I expected, especially compared to Emilio. I do not understand it at the moment, but I have now completely disappeared. When I don't return the next day, the others eventually call the police and try to explain what happened. They check out the bar but the people there are very close mouthed and say we appeared to all leave together and they have no idea what's going on. They deny the existence of any motorcycle gang of latinos. They can point to a sign showing that the closing time is 12:30 (it had been changed the following morning) and that all had left. Except one girl had been seen talking to some latino at closing and they seemed pretty friendly. They give a close description of me as the girl. It is now two contradictory stories and the one the fraternity is telling is sort of strange with a sort of guy in drag and a good looking one at that and especially why did it take so long to report. The two 'girls' and the two natural girls are very hesitant to tell what really went on, and the police mistake that for the students hiding something. But no body turns up and eventually it goes to a missing persons file. My fraternity brothers assume the worst and believe I was found out and killed and my body dumped where it will never be found. This actually will be not be far from the truth, I won't be found. My mother is informed and saddened but she still has her life and her daughter's. Eventually a small insurance policy that was in effect pays off upon my eventual official 'death' and she is still sad, but it comes in quite handy to help pay for my sister's schooling. My mother feels at least something good came of my disappearance and believed death. My two friends don't join the fraternity because they don't want to be reminded of that night, and they drift apart. The two other girls are very upset and take some time to get over it but are thankful they weren't raped. Forcibly giving blow jobs is degrading but they can live with it. The fraternity changes its hazing. After some time perhaps a half hour or more, we stop and Paco is talking to one or more people in Mexican/Spanish and I have no idea what is being said. "Ah, Paco, Se?or Escobar said to be expecting you." "Si." "Who is that pretty senorita you have with you?" "A business transaction for Uncle Hugo." "Bueno. Ella es muy bonita. He will no doubt take her, but if he turns her down, please remember us. We are poorly paid help but we still have our needs." He laughs, "I will." "Gracious. You are to go to the secondary house. Get some sleep," they laugh and continue, "if you can. He will be here late tomorrow. Turn her over to Juanita at 11 tomorrow morning." "Si." We start up again but go slowly. After a moment or two, we stop and Paco undoes my wrist cord. "You do not move until I tell you to, nor say a word. Understand?" "Yes," I whisper and nod. He gets off and parks the cycle and goes away for a few moments somewhere and then returns and looks at me for a moment, thinking about things, as I sit there quietly, waiting for him to return. He takes a breath finally and says, "Ok, you're with me." I jump a little because I didn't know he had come back. He removes the helmet, lifts me off the cycle, gently again, which I appreciate, and escorts me again holding my left hand and directing me with his right hand on my ass, apparently into some kind of building. "We can remove these now," he says when we stop. He takes off the glasses and I can see again. I'm in some kind of home or house or something. It's a very lavishly furnished living room with a huge entertainment center. I can see a kitchen through one doorway, a dining room through another, and what could be a bedroom through another. I look at Paco as he says, "Nice place. We can get very comfy here." "Will you let me go soon?" He quickly brings up a hand to slap me like he almost did earlier and with the girl back at the roadhouse, as I flinch back, but he stops just short. "I cannot hit you, at least not now, after you were so good to me and Emilio. But stop asking that stupid question. Everything is being taken care of, and we will worry about it much later today. That gentleman I want you to meet won't be here until later in the afternoon, so just get used to us being together until then. And stop asking about being let go, or I will get upset with you and you won't like that at all. Ok, my cute mariposita?" I look down and whisper, "Yes." What is going to happen to me? He smiles and lifting my chin with his hand says, "We have a nice long time to be together, so let's enjoy the night. You just relax and let me handle everything and we can both be happy. Understand?" "Yes," I sigh. He turns around and locks the door using a key that he puts on a chain around his neck. "Nobody will disturb us, and nobody will leave here without my permission." With that he crosses over to me and takes me in his arms. I know fighting will get me nowhere, and I resign myself to what may happen. I certainly don't want to be physically assaulted and he seems to want to try romance. Perhaps, I can try to keep it simple, and not let it get out of hand. "And now for some pleasure. We shall enjoy each other quite well tonight." He kisses me and I do not push him away or try to turn away. And as he goes at it, I do start to respond a little. I have rationalized that if I do what he wants and keep him happy maybe he will release me sooner. I'd rather have him tire of me from too much rather than be mad for not enough closeness. And maybe he just wants to play macho male for himself and this Uncle Hugo. I suppose I can go along with it. We embrace for a long time with his hands all over me. He then picks me up with his right arm under my thighs and left under my right shoulder and brings me to a couch where we sit with me in his lap, and we continue our embraces. He runs his hands all over my body and I do likewise. He quietly says sweet things to me, obviously trying to get me relaxed, but I'm still too nervous and worried to answer back. I just leave it with 'uh huhs'. I try not to look at him, but when I do, it sometimes crosses my mind that he is rather handsome, in that latin lover sort of way. When I was made up, my balls were pushed up into that cavity above, followed by my male penis and the loose skin was brought around it and taped and shaved. I still have an opening there and with some effort can relieve myself. Now with Paco holding me and me more or less in his lap, his right hand has been free to explore my body. Back at the roadhouse, he had just fingered the opening and it gave me a sensation that was actually sort of sensual if I hadn't been so gripped by fear. Now he has brought his hand inside my panties and is again fingering the opening and now that I am a little more relaxed it is more sensual and more erotic. He works around the opening and then slips his finger in and finds the very sensitive tip of my old male appendage and begins rubbing it. He does this between kisses and I jump a little each time, but he is quite firm. I find it quite arousing and I start writhing in response, breathing rapidly and moaning slightly when he's not kissing me. And seeing my response, he gets into it more and I start responding vocally. "Oh, oh, oh, no, oh, uh, oh, st, st, oh, oh, stop, please!" I can barely hold on as he gets more intense. I bring up my left hand to try to stop him and he swiftly brings his right hand out and takes both my hands and puts them above my head and holds them together at the wrists with his left. I am now pinned down. He returns his right hand to the massaging of my made over clitoris. I don't know if I will be able to withstand the feelings. He says, "Carmella, my sweet mariposita, just relax, take deep breaths, let Paco take care of everything. You have such a nice little clit. Almost like a real girl. And you look and act like a real girl and talk and smell like one, I'm going to treat you like I would any girl. So, just enjoy." And he starts again and I try to just relax because I can do nothing else. He holds my wrists tightly and his hand at my crotch is easily holding me down. I am pinned by his strength and can do nothing. I take deep breaths and just not try to do anything, just drift. And this time, it becomes so much more erotic, as I seem to be hypnotized by the actions. He smiles for a second and says, "Mariposita, you do like this, you have cum just a little bit. Buena, buena." With that he goes at it even more involved and it gets extremely erotic and uncomfortable at the same time, with me moaning, and all sorts of erotic thoughts going through my mind, and all of a sudden, there's a release, and I cry, "Oh!" And I tremble all over. He got me to climax. He smiles a broad smile, "There we go, just as a woman should. I knew I could get you off. You are becoming the good puta! Now, see? I am the good lover. I make sure my woman is satisfied and then it is time for me." I am just a heap in his arms trying to understand what has happened, still shaking a little with a little moaning. He gets up with me in his arms and walks us into the bedroom, leaving on only a small light in the adjoining bathroom. He drops me on the bed and quickly and easily rolls me over onto my stomach. I am too dazed to pay much attention. He tucks my knees under me, raising my ass up and then pulling my panties down and dropping his pants, takes a tube of some kind of gel, and coats his manhood. "This may hurt for a moment, but once in, you will want it always. That's the way it is with all my putas." He takes my hips in his strong hands and begins entering my anus. He slowly works it in and in a few minutes has completely penetrated me. I clutch at the bed, but he is holding my hips tightly enough that I am unable to move much. I am being fucked by a man, and I am dressed, and looking, and acting like a woman. He takes his time and enjoys his being in me. Eventually he pumps his manhood in and out and then explodes inside of me. I have been taken. I just moan and jerk around a little. I can do no more. He finishes up and withdraws, cleaning himself off. He then puts me back together a little, removing my shoes and, turning off the light, climbs into bed holding me. In not that long a time, because it has been such an exhausting day and night, and I am totally spent, mostly emotionally and mentally, I drift into an uneasy sleep in his arms. In the morning, I slowly awake to being cradled in his left arm and shoulder with my right hand and arm across his chest. As I wake I remember yesterday and last night, getting dressed, the party, winning the tiara, dancing with the pledges from another frat, going to the roadhouse, Paco entering and having me give him and Emilio head, riding with him here, kissing and him taking me anally. He notices I am awake and says, "Buena dia. Hola guapa k tal? As you would say, good morning, hi beautiful, what's up?" I just look up at him and give a slight smile. What is happening to me? "Hello." I think back to last night and I can still feel Paco being in me. I should be very sad or mad or something, but I find that difficult. I'm not happy about it, but somewhere in my mind, I'm wondering about how it may feel if he were to do it again. I can't believe it. "I'm going to miss you. But it is a big day ahead for you. Uncle Hugo will be here and you will have to be made ready." I sigh, stopping my thoughts about last night and now wondering what will happen and then say, "May I ask a question, Paco?" "You may, but I may not answer. It is my choice. Go ahead." "Who is Uncle Hugo? Is he your uncle?" "Ah, a good question. Uncle Hugo is Hugo Escobar, a very powerful and influential man in Mexico. Everybody there knows Se?or Escobar. He has many contacts and many enterprises. I owe my life to him. He rescued me when I was younger and foolish. Got me started the right way. I would do anything for him. For me and those he likes, he is an uncle. And introducing you to him is a little giving back. I think he will like you very much. But that is all I can allow you to ask and to know. You will meet him soon enough and find out for yourself" "Oh. Ok, thank you." I lay there thinking about all that has happened and what might happen. He is holding me but not tightly. If I were to get up suddenly he would not force me to stay in bed. He smiles, though, realizing that I have completely yielded to him and now completely accept that I am totally under his control, "You're welcome. Now, I need you one more time this morning. And right now would be fine. You were so good last evening at the roadhouse. I need you to be good to me again like that." He wants me to give him another blow job. I sigh and resign myself again. There is nothing else I can do. I look up at him and sigh and say, "Yes." And as I crawl under the covers he says, "That's my good little puta. You are doing well." I suck him off again and he really enjoys it and for some reason that makes me feel good. He says, "You are such a good little puta, you know exactly where you belong. You will make many men very happy." I hear part of it and, think, I desperately hope not. I want this to be over, although for some reason, being here with Paco is not as bad as I feared. Thinking back to falling asleep and then waking in his arms, makes me feel sort of good. Why is that? When we are finished he says, "Soon another friend will be here, Juanita. She will make you ready for Uncle Hugo. I will be around until then, but I will be elsewhere in the area. I shall see you once more today, and then I shall leave. I want you to know that I have greatly enjoyed our time together and you have been the perfect companion, everything I could have wanted. I will tell this to Uncle Hugo and I'm sure he will consider it all as he thinks about you. Be very nice to him and he will be very nice to you." "Oh, one more thing. Do not go out of this building without someone with you. Anyone caught walking around the grounds that isn't to be there, is to be shot on sight. There are guard dogs also patrolling and the walls are 10 feet high. You are here until Uncle Hugo decides." There is a knock on the door and it is Juanita. Paco says to the door, "Una momento." And he takes me in his arms and we embrace in a very sensual kiss, which I return easily to his delight. He pulls back and says, "Carmella, I must ask this question. Please answer honestly. It is very important. Am I the first man you slept with, the first that took you, the first you satisfied?" I look at him directly into his eyes without flinching or blinking and say, "Yes." He smiles at me and gives me another very sexy kiss, "You have done wonderful, my beautiful mariposita. Fantastico." "Thank you, Paco, and you have been kinder and more gentle to me than I feared. I appreciate that." I can see that he is taken aback by that a little, but he doesn't say anything, except to look at me very intently. After a moment there is a knock again, and Paco looks at me almost lovingly and with one final kiss, says, "Adios, my gorgeous mariposita. Te quiero" He goes to the door, opens it and it is a middle-aged Latina. He smiles at me and says to her in Spanish, "She is yours." "Si, Uncle Hugo will be here at six. I am to have her ready." Still smiling at me, he nods his head, and leaves. Juanita locks the door behind her and turns to me and says in English, "Buena Dias, senorita. I am here to get you ready. You shall do as I say, with no questions. It shall take awhile but you will be ready. Se?or Escobar will be here at six and you are to have dinner with him. I think maybe he will have another guest, and perhaps Paco, but I'm not sure. That is all you need to know." I sigh and realize I have another long day ahead of me. She comes over and sizes me up, looking at my physique, determining what I have and don't have. We spend the next several hours with me taking a shower and then a soaking bath with oils, making sure all my body hair is removed and my face is smooth. She works on my hair, giving me some kind of weave. I will not need the wig any more as I am given quite long hair. She dyes my hair a dark black. Like the day before, I am made up to look like a Catholic school girl, about age 15 or 16. She does a much better job and with it being my now actual hair, she has more to work with. She puts my hair in long pigtails with a red bowed ribbon at each knot. She gives me very slightly styled bangs coming down to just barely above my eyes. I am wearing a red plaid top cut very tight with a low cut v-neck and with my midriff showing with long sleeves and white ruffles at the wrists. I have a very short black satiny ruffled skirt, white thigh-hi stockings with red bowed garters, and at least 3" heeled MaryJanes. She removes the nail press-ons and replaces them with gelled nails on which she puts a reddish polish. I have on a bright reddish lipgloss, and darkened eyebrows and eyeliner just a little too dark, along with black mascara extending my eyelashes. She is impressed with how my genitals have been re-arranged and refixes the tape and everything making it look a little more natural. She is able to gently pad out my breasts, pushing around what I do have to give me quite noticeable cleavage and attaching flesh looking silicone pads to fill me out, giving me noticeable but not overly busty breasts. She finishes it with hoop pierced earrings, two rings, a charm bracelet and a cross pendant necklace. Where before I looked like a college aged girl trying to look like a sexy teen, when finished I now look like a slightly oversexed teen ager who still retains a very na?ve and innocent look at the same time. She then takes me to dinner with Uncle Hugo at the main house which is very elegant looking and well appointed with expensive furnishings. Uncle Hugo enters with Paco, and he is an imposing late middle-aged man, possibly 6'3", appearing even stronger than Paco, and while not fat in the least, very large, barrel chested, broad shoulders, noticeably graying at the temples. I can see that he is a man others look up to. Even in my heels, he seems to tower over me. He and Paco come over to me and Paco introduces us. Uncle Hugo takes my hand and kisses the back of it. He acts very kindly and smiles a lot and I feel I should do the same. He asks me about Paco and I smile and answer very positively while looking and smiling at Paco and he looks at me with a similar smile. Paco is then paid off ($5000 which he actually feels a little uncomfortable about but which he will keep as well as give a payment to that waitress, who passed along the names on our ID's and what each was wearing) and he leaves smiling at me as he goes, and includes a nod and a wink. I smile forlornly at him as I think I will probably never see him again. We sit down to dinner, it is just Hugo and myself. He tells me that while he likes the name Carmella, he thinks Isobel would be much better. He gently suggests that I should accept that name for the rest of the evening, and I do. I am now Isobel. I hope with him saying that he wants that name just for the evening that he will not need it for me from then on and that means he will let me go. I do hope so. He asks me about myself and we chat for awhile. He again asks what Paco did to me and what any of the others did. He wants to know my sexual history, and to determine if Paco was being honest with him. I tell him about the two blow jobs, Paco taking me anally and me giving Paco another blow job this morning. He asks if I was forced, and I admit only the two first blow jobs, and only because I was scared. Paco did not overtly threaten violence and he only slapped the one girl that talked back to him. Hugo understands that and inwardly feels Paco handled himself quite well. He did what needed to be done quickly and efficiently with little fuss. We all acquiesced after that show of determination and force. He knows that it is important to establish domination immediately and with minimal force. People will quickly submit easily if done correctly. With the other two times, I did not put up any opposition to letting Paco take me in my ass the first, and when he asked for the last blow job, I did not hesitate. Hugo determines that Paco was totally honest which makes Hugo very happy. He sees a bright future for Paco. And he watches me very carefully as I talk about Paco. He also wants to know my sexual history before these two days and I tell him. The one time with a girl all the way, but I didn't know very much and it was difficult, and one or two other times, just a lot of intimacy but no sex. I also tell him about my family and life and he seems happy with that after expressing condolences on how bad my father was. He then asks if I have any questions. "Excuse me for asking, Se?or Escobar, but what is it that you do? Paco said you are a very powerful man. Are you in the government?" He laughs, and says, "A powerful man, that is interesting. No I don't think of it as powerful, just well known and respected. I shall tell you, Isobel, because I like you. But, please call me Uncle Hugo from now on, all right?" "Oh, ok...um, Uncle Hugo." "Good, good, I am in many business, but not government. My talents lie elsewhere. Mostly I am in the entertainment business. I try to make people happy. Like I'm trying to do with you. I want you and everyone to be happy if I can do so." He looks directly at me, "Are you happy right now?" I think for a moment, I haven't been harmed in any way, they are being nice to me, I guess if I'm agreeable it might make him more agreeable too, "I guess so, you are very kind and considerate and this meal is quite good (I always did like Mexican food and this is really good!). I guess I'm a little happy right now. I would be happier, though, if I could leave here." He smiles that big smile at that and says, "I'm glad you're at least a little happy. Perhaps we can work on making you even happier by having you leave here later tonight." I smile and say, "Oh, I'd like that a lot." I'm thrilled that he appears to be saying that he will allow me to go. He smiles at that and continues, "Anyway, mostly my business is making my customers feel good. I have a number of employees working for me, and they are happy too, I'm pleased to say. One of my businesses involves interviewing young girls like yourself. I have found that there are places for girls like you in my business, they are actually in demand, more so than I can supply at times. If a girl passes the interview, I bring her into the business immediately and take her to one of my establishments in Mexico, often in Mexico City for the prettier ones, the ones who are special, but I have entertainment places around the country. Now, were you to accompany me, it will definitely be Mexico City." I smile at what I think is a compliment, "Do the girls come from here? This country?" "Well, yes, America is perhaps the best place to get my employees. They work out so much better than girls from other places." "Do they willingly come with you?" I wonder if he is in the brothel business. He might be. "Sometimes, but I have found that often they want to come, but without fully realizing it themselves; or there are problems getting them out, the correct paperwork, severing ties, other complications and so forth. In many of those cases, if everything else seems appropriate, I may smuggle them across the border. They do become quite happy and eventually no one on this side pays any more attention." "Oh, isn't that dangerous? I would think it very difficult to smuggle people especially with all the border police that have been hired." He laughs a little and says, "There are many ways to get people across the border without the authorities knowing it. Mostly I try to do it right under their noses. I make it look like I'm doing the Americans a favor and they are so pleased with me that I can do practically anything and there are no problems. For instance, young girls are quite easy. I enter this country bringing along an older woman in my employ and pick up a young girl that has been delivered to a place like this, and with the correct paperwork they become the woman's daughter and I am just a doting uncle. When we cross the border back to Mexico, it appears that we spent the day on a shopping trip for the young girl and are now returning to our home, and I make it look like we've had a very successful and enjoyable shopping trip. The authorities love that we spend money here and especially that we aren't staying but returning to the other side. They fall all over themselves helping us cross the border. On the other side, a few well placed payments and there is no problem re-entering Mexico. Once across, all trace of the girl is completely gone. And if I think the girl may give some momentary problem, pangs of temporary doubt, I have her take a sedative, and she becomes all relaxed and very compliant." "Oh, you make it sound so easy," I say, thinking I surely would never ever consider taking any kind of sedative. "It is easy if you understand what people think they want to believe. And then learn how to give it to them in such a way that you make them believe they are benefiting when you actually benefit from it. Sometimes, though, it takes a little more persuasion or encouragement." He pauses and looks at me very pleasantly, "So, did you enjoy dinner?" "Oh, yes, thank you." "Good. Could you do me a favor perhaps and maybe use some of our words? Like instead of thank you, gracious. Or if you really want to say thanks, then muchas gracious." "Ok, um, si, I can do that. Muchas gracious." "Buena, buena. Very good, Isobel. I do like you," he chuckles a little at my attempts. I smile as he continues, "And has everyone here treated you decently?" I think back on Paco and Juanita and can only answer, "Yes, um, si, they have. But, I hope this will not offend you," even though he has seemed to say it, I want to make sure, "is there any way you might find it in your heart to let me leave here?" He smiles a broad smile and again chuckles a little, "I like your sincerity and honesty, Isobel. That is part of why I like you a lot. I have decided that you may leave here quite soon, as a matter of fact. However, to make it quite pleasant, I'm sure for both us, would you like to of your own free will, come with me to my place in Mexico. I'm sure I can find a perfect venue for someone of your talents and charms. You would honor me by saying yes." "Se?or Escobar..." "Uh, uh... Uncle Hugo, no Tio Hugo, por favor, please." I smile at him because his smile is so infectious, "Tio Hugo, that is a very nice offer, but I just can't see me accepting it. I don't mean to impose or sound ungrateful, but I think my place is here." He looks at me a little funny, but smiles and says, "I like people who are honest and forthright. Si, here. I understand. Very well, we shall leave this place within the hour. Perhaps, in that time I can encourage you to change your mind." I smile and say, "Perhaps, but I doubt it." "Oh, I can be very persuasive if I try, but your happiness is paramount right now." I'm glad that he has stayed so kind, and I feeling better that he will take me back to where I live. He sounds reasonable and maybe he just wanted to meet me from what Paco told him. I hope so. Uncle Hugo then asks, "Isobel, I will ask you for one last favor, before the evening is over, if you would be so kind. Could you find it within yourself to come over and perform on me as you did on Paco and Emilio? Do not answer right away, as this is your decision alone. I would only like you to do something you find agreeable. As I said, your happiness is important." I sigh and look at him and realize that he has been very kind to me, and it is apparent he will be letting me go, but he is probably a little disappointed that I will not be accompanying him to Mexico. I should do something to show that I don't want him disappointed, give him something for him giving me something. I agree, we should make others happy. I suppose I can do so with Tio Hugo and once finished, he will be satisfied that I returned his consideration of me and will feel better about letting me return. And it is only one more time, and no doubt the last. And it's not like I haven't done it before. Just imagine that I am Isobel for a few more hours, that's all I have to do. Yes, of course, just be Isobel until we part. He would like that, I'm sure. And I would guess Isobel would probably say yes. I smile at him and say, "Si, Tio Hugo, I will do as you ask and try to satisfy you. You have been kind to me; it is the least I could do. Hopefully you will enjoy it like I think Paco did." Uncle Hugo smiles that great big smile and says, "You have made your Tio Hugo a very happy man just by your understanding. Now, make me even happier, por favor." He pushes back his chair and I get up, walk over to him and kneel down in front of him. I have put myself subservient to his desires. He is in charge and will dictate what happens. It is as he hoped. I am now the obedient little puta to his needs. "Good girl, Isobel. Now take down my pants." I do so, pulling down his shorts and seeing his manhood right at my eyes. It is very big like he is. Bigger than Paco's. It will fill every inch of my mouth. I get a little wide-eyed at looking at it which amuses Uncle Hugo. I touch it with my fingers and slowly begin to work on it and his balls using my fingernails to stimulate them. It works, as his penis becomes even bigger and his balls move slightly in my hands. I reach down and kiss the head and taking it in my hand, bring it up so that I can kiss it easier and begin sliding it into my mouth. I can tell that Uncle Hugo is enjoying it. As I slip it into my waiting mouth, he grasps my head in his hands and I now feel how strong they are. He could crush my head and barely feel it. He begins setting up a rhythm for his thrusts. I can only yield to his strength and forcefulness. I am now taking his penis deeper than I took Paco's and it is almost gagging me as he fills up my mouth. I try my best to completely relax my muscles so that he can penetrate as deeply as he needs to go. After a few moments, his manhood gets a little firmer and he shoves it in as deep as it can go and releases his load. I fight through the gag reflex and take his load and swallow it. He holds me there as he continues to shoot more into my waiting mouth. Eventually he finishes and releases me and I am practically spent from his demands. He fixes himself up leaving me kneeling there in front of him and finally says, "Here let me help you back to your seat, Isobel." I take a breath and say, "Muchas gracious, Tio Hugo. I hope I did enough to satisfy you." "You were magnifico, Isobel. You do it so well. I am very happy with you and this interview as it were. Gracious, muchas gracious, thank you from the bottom of my heart." I smile at him saying, "You're welcome. I'm glad you had a good time." He then excuses himself for a short time to prepare for the trip, telling me to remain where I am. I get the feeling that he will be driving back to Mexico tonight and that he will take me with him when he goes, probably to where I live or at least near there and then go on. That makes perfect sense. I sit and wait patiently and after awhile he returns with a woman at his side. He comes up to me motioning for me to stand, and introduces us. "Isobel, this is my sister, Maria. Maria Ramirez. She will be coming with us. Maria, this is Isobel, who I told you about." She looks me over appreciatively and gives me a hug, "What a lovely young girl you are. Has Tio Hugo treated you decently?" and then very quickly, "Come here to your madre, my child." And she opens her arms. "Oh, si, Tio Hugo has been the perfect gentleman," I smile at them both, as it is so true. Her hug is actually quite comforting. It calls up a memory of when I was much younger and my mother used to hug me like that before things went bad. I missed it. "Good, good. I hope you don't mind me looking at you, but you are the image of my daughter whose name is also Isobel. Please forgive me on our ride, if I sometimes mistake you for her? You remind me so much of her." "No, that's ok, I guess. Though she is no doubt much prettier than I am." "Maybe, maybe not, you are very pretty, a very attractive senorita, just as attractive as my daughter is. Today is her birthday, her 16th as a matter of fact, and Tio Hugo and I have been shopping all day for presents, mostly very nice clothes. Do you like to go shopping?" "Sometimes, yes, I guess. And of course, more so, if it's for me," I giggle a little at that. "Si, I can understand that, that is exactly how my daughter is. How all young girls are. She is such a pretty girl, as you are." I blush a little at that, because she is being so nice to me, so pleasantly effusive. Uncle Hugo says to me, "Here is something for you to keep for awhile to remind you of this day. It is a Mexican visa with your name Isobel. I had it printed in the hope you would agree to come with me. I would like very much if you could hold on to it for just today, this evening, por favor, if you please." "Si, Tio Hugo, I can do that." He said just for today. That's good, because I would think it means I will not need it tomorrow. I take it and open it and it shows my picture, I wonder how he got it, and the name Isobel Ramirez. And that I'm sixteen because today is my birthday. That's sort of funny, just like Maria's daughter, name, age and birthday. I guess dressed like this I sort of do look like I'm sixteen. Uncle Hugo says, "Well, it's time we get in the car and begin our journey." Oh, thank goodness! I'm now very happy because I will finally be going back. I will miss this place and possibly Paco (that is interesting, I will miss Paco, I shouldn't really, but I somehow, deep down, I know I will), and these nice people, but I can't wait to get going. We go out to the car and Uncle Hugo says I am to ride in the back seat and he and Maria will ride up front. He opens the door, and I get in and there are boxes of clothes and items and they all look like they were just purchased, still in the bags, and from some of the more expensive stores. And they are wrapped in pretty colored bows. There is a very cute plush teddy bear and a soft looking pillow to one side. Uncle Hugo says, "Before we go and again while we are driving, you can look in those packages and presents and see if there is anything you may like for yourself. The clothes should all fit you and maybe you may like some of the other items. They are just gifts from us to you for coming here and letting me meet you and having dinner with me, and satisfying me. I want you only to think nice things about us." "Gracious, Tio Hugo" I say as I wonder what could be in them that I would like and how would they know my size. Maria adds, "I picked them out, based on how you were described." "Gracious, Maria." "Please call me, mi madr