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The man could have sworn that the people in the mall were staring at him but he knew from experience it was his imagination working overtime. He knew he'd lost the cops when he fled the city. He doubted they'd even realize he was the one that took that stolen car he'd ditched in the parking garage as he'd made sure to wipe it clean of any fingerprints or any thing else that might have given him away. Feeling paranoid was normal for people in his profession and he'd always felt that it was another weapon to keep him safe from his enemies. Of course paranoia wasn't his only defense. He wasn't as strong as he was in his youth but his 6'2" frame bulged with muscles from his long time obsession with weightlifting and scared most people off. As was his habit whenever he thought he might be in danger, his right hand brushed against the 9mm strapped to the left side of his coat to make sure it was still there. It would take care of anyone stupid enough to come at him that he couldn't handle with his fists. He had been on the run for two weeks and felt tired but knew he had little choice to keep moving. The police had enough information to put him away for life and he knew his most recent act would keep them searching for him long after they normally would have given up. Of course there was the option of turning on the organization for a lighter sentence but that would only lead to a short stay in prison before someone on the inside got to him. Everyone knew the consequences of being a rat. His only hope was to find a new identity. He'd overheard a few of his girls raving about a Jersey plastic surgeon that had a small shop in this mall. This mall seemed to be an odd place for a plastic surgeon and the sign on the door didn't lessen his confusion. 'Lilith's' 'Making Dreams come true' As he crossed the threshold, a bell rang and a woman appeared at the counter. "Can I help you?" "Um ... I don't know. I was told this place could umm... help a person change their features? You know like a plastic surgeon?" The woman smiled. "We aren't anything like that but we do have lots of items to help a person reinvent themselves." The man looked around the room. Women's dresses, shoes, and a makeup counter lined one wall and a men's section was further down. "This is a clothing store?" "Of a sort. I like to think we make dreams come true." The man cursed in silence. He should have known better than to trust anything those idiot women said. He felt his rage build and clenched his fists wishing he was back in New York so could show those bitches what happened to people that lied to him. He glanced at the wall of women's clothing and shook his head. That wasn't going to work. He started to walk out. The woman's words stopped him. "We do carry an assortment of wigs and similar items. Would you need anything like that?" The man thought about it for a moment and looked in the mirror. A large bald man in his forties stared back. His ever-present scar ran just under his right cheek. "Well ... I'd love to have hair again." He patted his head. "When I was younger I let my hair grow past my shoulders but genetics took that from me." "I have a wig that would reverse that. Are you interested?" The man thought to himself... A wig? He'd never thought of ever getting a toupee as it would have shown weakness but now a wig would definitely help keep the cops off his back. "Yeah, that might work. Do you have anything that would look good on me?" "I ensure you all my items are guaranteed to satisfy and I'm sure we can find something you'd like." The woman returned a few minutes later with a few wigs and lined them up in front of him. The hair on each seemed especially long and the colors ranged from platinum blonde to brunette to auburn to fire red. "None of these match my current hair color and besides don't you think I'm too old to have hair that long? I think I'd look pretty stupid in one of these." "I disagree. While most of my supply is for women, I think we can make a few of these work. I can cut the hair to anything you want but there's only one way to find out and that is to make a choice. I promise you won't be disappointed." The man considered this for a moment, "What the hell. It couldn't hurt to try one." He surprised himself by pointing to the blonde wig. "A fantastic choice. Let me fit it for you." She place the wig on his head and for the first time in over a decade he felt the weight of hair on his shoulders. He looked in the mirror and was happy to see that his reflection didn't look too stupid. In fact, he thought it looked pretty good and as an added benefit, the hair covered the scar on his right cheek. "Wow. This wig is amazing. I almost don't recognize myself." "I thought you might like it. We only sell the best." The man said, "It's almost a shame to the cut this. I've always like long hair." He reached into his pocket to retrieve his wallet that contained a wad of bills. He couldn't use his credit cards for obvious reasons and hoped he had enough money. "How much?" "Before you pay me, why don't you give it a test run and walk around the mall so you are sure it is something you want." "You'd let me do that?" "I trust you." "... but I could just leave without paying." "You wouldn't do that. You give me the feeling that you are a man of your word." The man nodded as this woman didn't know the truth in her statement. His honor was the most important thing in his life. Without it, men in his profession were nothing more than common criminals. The woman waved as he walked out of the store. ***** The man relaxed as he walked from shop to shop. For the first time in a long time he felt invisible and though he got a few curious glances he knew they couldn't recognize him. He shook his head. It felt great to feel the weight of hair swish around on his neck again. He couldn't help himself and took a quick look at his reflection in the store window. The scar on his cheek was now easy to see and his fear of discovery returned in a flash. He knew there was a BOLO out on him and his scar was certain to be listed as a distinguishing feature. He didn't think they'd be actively looking in this part of New Jersey but then again his story had made the news. He returned to the shop. "I love the wig and the long hair but I have a problem and thought you might be able to help." The man knew by instinct that he could trust this woman. His instincts were what made him successful in business and decided to take a chance. "I got this scar in my youth and I've always been selfconscious about it. Do you have some makeup that would be able to cover it?" The woman gave him a thoughtful look but annoyed him when she changed the subject. "Are you happy with your hair?" "Yes." "I bet you'd wish you'd never lost your hair even if it you had to make a few sacrifices to make it happen." "Of course. What bald man wouldn't?" The woman smiled. "I'll be right back." As she walked away a wave of nausea hit and he doubled over as his blonde hair cascaded around his head to the floor. He was still feeling bad when the woman returned with a case and opened it to reveal an assortment of different cremes and ointments. She asked, "Are you ok?" "I'm fine, I'm just a little tired." He stretched his 6'0" frame as the woman point him to sit at the makeup counter. Once he sat, she put an apron over him to cover his clothes then pulled his hair away from his face with a clip. He shouted when he thought she pulled hard enough to pull the hair from his scalp. "Sorry. I just want to make sure to keep your hair away from the chemicals. They can be quite harsh to hair and clothing." The sound of applying chemicals to his scar sounded dangerous but he didn't say a word until she began to rub some it all over. "What are you doing? I thought you were fixing my scar?" "This is a strong exfoliate and we need both sides need to be even. It will take years off your features. Are you sure you do want me to change the look of your face?" Did he hear her right? Was she saying that she could actually change the look of his face? That would definitely throw off the cops. "You can do that?" The woman smiled. "It's amazing what modern technology can. Shall I proceed?" He nodded but shouted a few seconds later his entire face felt like it was burning. "OK... dammit that hurts!" "It only lasts a while. I'm sure it hurt worse when you were cut." The man laughed at her words despite the pain as they were certainly true. A few neighborhood toughs thought they'd put him in his place as they thought he'd rose too fast through the ranks. First they beat him senseless, then they cut his face but he showed them a few weeks later who was boss. The police still had their disappearance listed under 'unsolved cases' though he doubted they looked too hard. The burning sensation stopped after about five minutes. "Is it done? How does my scar look?" "It's all gone." The man couldn't believe it and had to see for himself. He'd considered having it fixed in the past but felt his scar was a warning to all that had thoughts about double crossing him. Now that the scar was likely to get him arrested or worse it made sense to get rid of it. The woman turned the chair so he could get a good look. He almost didn't recognize the face looking back. His perpetual 5 o'clock shadow was missing and his face looked different with no sign of the scar. He smiled at the woman. "That's amazing. How did you do that?" "The chemicals works a little like Botox and smoothes wrinkles, scars and a few other things. Do you like it?" "I love it." The man couldn't take his eyes off his face and shook his head. The curls in his hair wrapped around him and bounced in response. He was glad he'd decided to dye his long hair blonde. Life as a blonde was definitely much better than life as a brunette as the cops were looking for a brunette. And after all, didn't the old saying say that blondes had more fun. "How much do I owe you?" "You like it?" "I love it. Will the scar come back? Is this change permanent?" The woman laughed. "I assume you'd prefer it that way." The man laughed then nodded and the nausea returned. ***** Everything in the man's life was perfect before his girlfriend turned on him. He cursed himself for letting her get too close but his job could get lonely and he needed companionship from time to time. This girl was just another of his whores who got the mistaken idea that she was special. When she caught him one night with one of his other girls she freaked out but not in a normal way. Most women would scream or do something stupid like smash his car windows but this bitch went to the cops and told them the details of his operation. If there was one thing he couldn't stand it was a rat and while it probably wasn't the smartest decision to kill her, he smiled at the memory of watching her take her last breath. He said to no one in particular, "Fucking bitch!" He breathed a sigh of relief when a few people in the mall looked in his direction at his outburst but none of them seemed especially interested. At least the women who had told him about this place weren't as stupid as he initially thought. The woman at Lilith's was better than a plastic surgeon. He passed a sign that caught his eye. 'Perfect Piercing' 'No appointment needed' The woman had mentioned this place as a possible destination and he wondered if she thought that maybe he was a crossdresser. He laughed at the absurdity of that idea but he had to admit that a part of him was secretly jealous of the guys on his crew that had pierced their ears. He thought it made them look tougher and most women really liked it but the old guard in the organization were traditionalists and he knew a person in his position had to present a certain image. Of course there was nothing to stop him now. The owner of 'Perfect Piercing' was efficient and pleasant enough and she was the one that gave him the idea for a way to perfect his disguise. "Honey you've got a cute face but that outfit is much too big and looks like something a man would wear. A girl like you could pull off something much cuter." He thought to himself, "A girl?" He started to explain but realized the woman was too stupid to understand that he wasn't a girl. He was just a 5'10" man with long blonde hair that had some Botox to make his face look younger. The woman was right about clothes. He'd almost fallen a few times in the mall as pants kept falling down even though he'd pulled his belt as tight as it would go. He knew he hadn't eaten much since he'd been on the run and he knew he'd certainly lost weight. In the past he would have had his tailor make alterations to his suit but that was impossible now. The man watched the woman work in silence and felt a small prick on both ears. That pain was minor to other pains he'd experienced in life and that's when he made the decision. He'd always done what was necessary to win and he didn't know why but he was sure the woman in the shop could help him perfect his idea. A satisfying heft dangled on his ear lobes as returned to her shop but she seemed not to notice. He asked, "I see you have a lot of different outfits and was wondering if you might have a dress that would fit me?" He smiled in satisfaction as the woman didn't hesitate at his odd request. "I'm sure I could find something to fit you but it can be difficult to fit into a woman's dress. Are you sure you want to fit into a woman's dress?" He smiled. The cops would never think to look for him dressed as a woman. "I'm sure." The woman smiled. "Take off your shoes and try these on." The man saw a pair of heels laying on the floor in front of him. That was taking it too far and he shook his head. "I don't think so." "Ah come on. If you are going to wear a dress you are going to need to wear heels too. Try these on while I go find a dress." The woman had a point. It looked impossible that his feet could even fit in the heels but somehow he was able to slide them inside. The woman returned just as he took his first step. She asked, "Do you like them?" "They feel weird." "Do you want to keep them?" "I don't know. I can barely stand in them." "It gets easier with practice. Do you want my help so you can walk like a woman in high heels?" A few weeks ago he might have killed the person that said something so outlandish but the memory of his face on the television every night changed everything. All the people he thought were his friends turned him away and he knew it was only a matter of time before the cops found him. If walking in heels could keep him safe then it was something he needed to do. "Yes, I do. I'd appreciate it if you could help." He lost his balance but the woman took his arm. His 5'8" form felt odd as he stood uncomfortably tall in the 3 inch heels. After another step he had to admit the woman was right. This wasn't so tough and each step seemed to get easier. In fact it didn't take long until he no longer needed her arm for assistance. After a few times around the store he was starting to feel like an old pro and even felt the sway on his backside just like he'd seen many of his girls do when trying to pick up a john. 'This disguise was turning out better than he'd hoped!' The woman asked, "Are you sure don't want the shoes? You seem to be a natural and I've found the perfect dress to go with them." The man thought about it for a moment then responded, "I've changed my mind. I'll take both. It's a girl's prerogative right?? They both chuckled at his joke but his stopped abruptly when his laughter turned into something that sounded like a high pitched giggle. A thought crossed his mind, 'Am I taking this took far?' It was fleeting as another wave of dizziness hit him and the woman steadied him as she handed him his new dress. ***** It felt odd to feel the rush of air as it hit his legs as he walked through the mall. The woman had found the perfect dress to fit his 5'6 inch frame. It was a little flashy but no cops would think it was him in this outfit. The woman was nice enough to hold his gun and wallet as there wasn't room in the form fitting dress for either item. It felt good to bask in the stares of the horny men and jealous woman as he circled the mall. He knew no one would recognize him but something felt off. He smiled as he saw another shop the woman had mentioned called 'Glitter and Polish'. That would perfect his disguise. He noticed a strong chemical smell in the air as he walked into the beauty salon and was directed to an open counter. The receptionist asked, ?How can we help you today?? The man hesitated then pushed past his fear. He wasn't the type to go half measures on anything. ?I was thinking about getting a makeover and maybe get my nails done?? The receptionist entered some information into the computer and asked him to take a seat noting that someone would be out to help him soon. He couldn't help but stare at the girl while he waited. He guessed she was no older than eighteen though he had employed many younger than her in his previous job. This girl would have been a good addition to his operation as fresh faces meant more money. He always laughed at the shock on the men's faces when they'd pick out the most innocent looking girl then were surprised at how sometimes looks could be deceiving. He knew from experience that even the most innocent people were willing to degrade themselves with the proper motivation. Give a girl the right mix of drugs and hunger while attacking their self-confidence got most of them to do whatever he wanted. After you broke them the first time, they were yours for good. The beautician took him to a back room and started applying makeup in the local style. He could tell that she had done this to thousands of faces in the past as it didn't take long. He noted in satisfaction that any remaining indicator of his old self was hidden under a layer of dark heavy makeup the girls from this area had made famous. As they shuttled him to another part of the shop he was thankful that money was one thing he didn't need to worry about. He had his wallet safe in the woman's shop and had stashed a large amount of cash in a locker nearby. Once that ran out there was always the bank account he'd set up in the Caymans that could fund him comfortably for a few lifetimes. After a few minutes an older woman with a bad tan sat next to him. ?What can I get you today honey?? The man looked around the room and saw most of the women in the nail salon were getting similar designs. ?I don't know. I've never done this before.? ?Oh honey every proper Jersey girl needs a good pair of nails. I've been doing this for longer than you've been alive. How about I surprise you?? The man started to correct her but knew it was pointless. He'd hired many women from these parts and they all had a similar look with the brains to match. It was pointless to argue and after all he was trying to blend in to the local population. He nodded agreement. ***** His new nails felt awkward as they were huge and extended an inch past the end of his fingertips. The cashier laughed at his struggles as he tried to retrieve his money that he'd hidden in the small bra the woman at Lilith's insisted he wear under his dress. The cashier said, ?You know if you were built like a proper Jersey girl, you'd have no trouble finding the money. It's probably fell to the bottom of your bra dear.? He paid the cashier but didn't leave a tip. That place didn't deserve it if they would treat their customers like that. He heard howls of laughter coming from parts of the salon as he exited and recalled that Jersey girls weren't known for their tact. He took another circuit around the mall to make himself feel better but this time instead of feeling the horny looks from the men and the jealous stares from the women all he felt was their sneers at his nearly flat chest. The woman at Lilith's smiled at his return. She said, ?I assume you like the dress. You were gone for a long time.? The man raised his hands to show his new nails and pointed to his face. The woman exclaimed, ?You look great and I love the nails. Your first pair?? ?Yeah.? ?You like them?? ?Yeah but I'm still getting used to them.? ?You just need practice. Are you planning to keep them?? ?Yeah and I'm sure you're right. I do want to get better at them. I really do. The ladies in the shop made it look so easy but I keep poking everything.? The woman held up her hand and the man realized her nails were almost as long as his though he'd never noticed before. She made it seems so natural too. She said, ?I have to give you credit for going all out today. Many crossdressers like you like to get false nails but few get acrylics.? The man shook his head. ?Oh it's not like that. I'm not like that." The woman consoled him, ?It's nothing to be ashamed of honey. Being a crossdresser is just part of who you are. I get lots of men in here like you all the time.? He knew he could trust this women with the truth but it wasn't worth the hassle to explain and while her words made him mad he knew he could use her misunderstanding to his advantage. He paused for effect. ?Yeah. You're right. I'm not ashamed of who I am and maybe you could help me. You see....? He looked down as he remembered the cashier's words and the stares in the mall. Unexpected tears started running down his face and he told the tale to the woman. ?Now now, you are ruining that great makeover with those tears but don't worry. I think I have some things that will make you feel better.? She disappeared into the back room and returned a few minutes later with a two boxes that she sat on the counter. She opened the first and handed him a purse. ?I probably should've given this to you earlier. It goes with the dress. Every girl needs a good purse.? The man laughed as he picked it up. He'd obviously never owned a purse before but no one would say anything about it while he wore this disguise and it certainly made more sense to keep his money there instead of his bra. The strap felt comfortable as he put it on his shoulder. ?Do you want it?? ?I love it. Can I keep it?? ?Of course.? The other box was even bigger. ?There's not a huge demand for these but I've sold a few to women with mastectomies and the occasional crossdresser like you.? She opened the box to reveal to two large silicone objects and a specialized bra. The man smiled. ?How much?? ?Try them on first.? The man could barely hide his excitement as he sprinted in his high heels to the dressing room in the back. The mirror inside revealed that his hair would get in the way so he reached into his purse and quickly tied it into a pony tail with the elastic he found inside. He looked in the mirror for a few moments to stare at himself. He knew some might think his 5'4? form chunky for a girl but he preferred to think of it as curvy. He knew from experience that most men liked girls with a large ass like his as long as they weren't too thick around the waist. He avoided looking at his chest and opened the box the woman had given him. He wrapped the bra behind him with a flexibility he didn't realize he had and he surprised himself again as his hands had adapted to the new nails and were no longer a problem in fastening the latch. The breast forms were inserted into the cups and he felt the satisfying weight press on his chest as the bra's straps strained against his shoulders to hold everything in place. After he put on the dress he got into his purse and retouched his makeup that smeared during his silly crying spell. He smiled at himself when he looked in the mirror. When he felt ready, he exited the room to the excited clapping from the woman. ?It's perfect! You could almost pass for a Jersey Girl. Is that your goal?? The man stared at his form in the mirror. No one would ever mistake him for a man now. The woman was right. He did almost look like a Jersey girl. ?Yeah, that's the goal.? The woman nodded her satisfaction then asked, ?I'm going outside for a smoke. Would you care to join me?? He had been a fitness nut his whole life but the idea intrigued him. ?Sure why not?? They exited through the back and the woman lit a cigarette and handed one to him. It felt comfortable in his hand. He didn't question the feeling as he placed it between his lips and the woman lit the tip. As the smoke entered his system he felt dizzy but the woman steadied him. ?Careful. These things will make you lightheaded until you get used to them. Are you sure you want to smoke and talk like a Jersey girl?? He nodded, ?Yeah I'm sure.? The man took another drag and blew it expertly to where the woman was standing. The woman put her hands up in mock surrender, ?Of course I could be wrong. You seem to be picking up the habit quite nicely.? The man hungrily finished his first cigarette and had another while the woman watched. She said, ?I can't get over how good you look in those breast forms. I'm really glad I had them in stock. It's like I made your dream come true.? He heard an unfamiliar voice answer, ?Me too. I almost wish they were real.? ?Do you really?? The man took another long drag on the cigarette and blew the smoke high into the air. ?I really do wish they were real.? ***** The man woke and noticed the slow turning fan on the ceiling when he opened his eyes. The bright lights hurt and the woman spoke when she noticed him trying to stand. ?Take it easy. You had a bad fall and hit your head.? The man didn't listen and stood unsteadily in his 3 inch heels. The weight on his chest bounced as he stood but it felt different somehow as he could no longer feel the cloth separating the breast forms from his actual chest. ?What ...? The man pulled on his dress and it fell to the ground around his ankles. He looked in the mirror to see that he was no longer wearing a bra with silicone forms but in its place were two of the largest breasts he had ever seen. Years of practice made a quick evaluation in his head. 'Great tits, pretty blue eyes, long blonde hair. Such a shame that she was a little thick.' When he realized seconds later that the woman staring back was him the man started to fall but this time the shopkeeper was there to catch him. She said, ?I probably time to explain.? The man looked at her in mute astonishment. ?I recognized you as soon as you entered my store though I'm guessing you didn't know that the girl you killed grew up near here. It's common knowledge that you never bothered to take good care of the girls in your operation. This is a tight knit community and while we weren't thrilled with her choice of profession we have always supported the girls from the area in any way we could. A few of them that worked for you even came to me and asked if I could help them 'make their dreams come true'. I made body alterations for a few them I thought deserved it.? The man stood silent while the woman continued. ?My type has gone by many names through the ages though most would be most comfortable with the term genie. My powers grant me the ability to fulfill wishes and while normally I reserve my powers for those I deem deserving, I decided to make an exception in your case. The only problem is I needed you to ask for the changes as all you needed to say was no and I would have been powerless to act.? The woman give him a wicked smile before continuing. ?I really do think part you actually enjoyed this change though I knew from the start that you'd never go for it all at once. I guided you through the day, making suggestions when needed and with the help of a few other shopkeeper's we got you to do exactly what I wanted.? The man spoke though he stopped himself when he heard a thick Jersey accent. ?You fucking bitch! I will kill ...? He stopped talking. It was pointless. He'd always been a man of action rather than words anyway. His gun was on a nearby table and grabbed for it though it seemed curious that the shopkeeper didn't seem to care. The weight of the gun felt unfamiliar in his hands and he struggled to get his acrylic nails through the guard so he could press the trigger. He turned to face the woman and pointed the gun at her head. He said in a high pitched Jersey accent, ?Die, you stupid bitch!? He pulled the trigger and heard the click of an empty chamber. The woman laughed, ?Do you really think I'd leave a loaded gun near a psychopath with your reputation?? The man pulled the trigger a few more times only to get the same result and finally lost his temper, ?Fuck you! I want you to change me back to the way I was!? The woman laughed again. ?My power doesn't work like that. I can grant wishes but only those I want to grant and I'm almost done with you.? The man screamed at the woman and ran crossed the room to finish the job but fell to the ground after a simple punch to the chest. ?Trust me when I say that you are truly trapped in this situation and your old methods won't work any more. You have the strength of a child but the body of a centerfold. Your options are limited though I have a few suggestions.? The man tried to collect his thoughts. He had plenty of money and he could just lay low for a while until he could figure a way out of this mess. He noticed his hands were starting to shake and he found it hard to concentrate. The gun fell to the floor with a loud clang and the woman smiled. ?Are you starting to feel weak? Or perhaps have a longing you can't understand?? The man didn't comment. ?The wig was a perfect start to hook you and when you wished for real long blonde hair I knew my plan had a chance to work. Your fear and vanity about the scar allowed me to change your face though I was surprised when you didn't realize I'd given you the face of an eighteen year old girl. The key was I needed you to keep thinking that you were coming up with these ideas on your own. I mentioned in passing that you'd look good with your ears pierced and when you went to that store I had my friend put the idea in your head that you could hide from the cops in a dress. When you came back to my store it took everything I had to keep a straight face. Once I got you in the dress the rest was easy though getting you into the bra and getting you to accept the idea that it be made permanent was the master stroke. The cigarettes were just icing on the cake as they helped me change your vocal chords to the local dialect and made you hopelessly addicted to cigarettes.? The man got off the floor and pulled up the dress to hide his nakedness. ?You can't do this to me. Do you know who I am?? The woman smiled grimly, ?Haven't you been listening? I did this to you precisely because I know who you are. I bet right now you are thinking you can use the cash you stashed in that locker or the money in your Cayman account to turn this situation to your advantage but you'd be thinking wrong. It wasn't too smart to keep the information for both in your wallet. Do you remember that I suggested that I hold your wallet when you went to the beauty saloon? Some of my friends have already moved it to a safe place and I plan to use it to offer a fresh start to women in your organization that are willing to leave that life.? ?My money! You took my money too?? The man started to cry and curled into a fetal position as he felt the shakes get worse. The man heard slight sympathy in her voice as the woman answered, ?Right now you are in the body of a horny twenty year old girl with the sexual equipment of a forty year old man. Soon you will feel the rise of desires that you can't fulfill but I'm not totally without compassion.? The man noticed she was holding up a pair of thong underwear. ?Will that....?? The woman nodded. ?It will complete the change. We need to hurry as I've got you scheduled for a spray tan appointment at 5pm. If we have time after that I was thinking maybe we could stop by the tattoo parlor.? The man shook his head. ?This can't be happening.? ?Take a look in the mirror honey. I think the evidence is overwhelming.? The man looked at himself and knew the clear eyed girl like the one in the mirror was worth ten times a common streetwalker though he figured this bitch would never let him end up at one of the fancier houses. ?You are kidding yourself if you think you can get my associates to let your Jersey whores out of their service. Once you are in that world, you don't leave.? ?That would be true if I didn't have something to trade. Tomorrow some of your old associates are stopping by as I told them I'd found a fresh face they'd find perfect for that type of work. My plan is to give you to them for a few of our Jersey girls that have been on the streets too long and I think I can convince to leave the life." The man shook his head. There was no way his associates would ever agree to something like that. The woman gave the man a wicked grin as if she could read his mind. "Do you doubt I can turn the negotiations in my favor? The proof of my skill in that regard is literally staring you in the face.? The man felt unfamiliar tears stream down his face. "Just kill me.? ?That would be too kind for what you've done but I'm not totally without compassion. When I think you've suffered enough I promise to give you the same offer to get you out of that life that I'm am giving to the other Jersey girls. Of course that assumes by then you will be willing to accept a different way of life.? The man was barely paying attention as he felt a throbbing that originated in his low intestines that needed to be touched and he grabbed his penis in hopes it might help lessen the feeling. It felt limp and somehow unconnected. The woman laughed, ?That isn't going to help.? The man shook his head. He was trapped. ?If I agree....? ?If you agree, I promise to use more compassion than you've ever shown.? The man picked up the thong and placed one leg into it and then the other. As he pulled them up his legs, he said to the woman, ?I am sorry for what I did. Can't we discuss this?? The woman answered coolly, ?You're not sorry now but you will be.? Unfamiliar feelings were overwhelming his senses and he knew it was only a matter of time before he gave in. It was pointless to argue with this bitch anymore so he pulled the thong the rest of the way. ***** (later) The prostitute stood on the corner with one hand on the pole to help her stand upright. She knew she shouldn't take the drugs offered as she knew better than most why they were given so freely. She didn't want to do it but they did make it easier to go out every night. She also knew the outfit she wore was only appropriate in two places - a Halloween party and a brothel. Her low cut leather top barely contained her enormous breasts and the leather skirt left little to the imagination. She wore thigh high boots and fish net stockings to complete the ensemble while the heavy makeup covered most of her face. A car approached and she glared at the stupid bitch that looked like she might make a move on her part of the street. She knew the cat and mouse game between a client and a working girl was trickiest during the initial contact and she certainly didn't need that stupid cunt to interfere and scare him away. Clients were usually most nervous as they approached especially since many of them had a lot to lose if they got busted by the cops. That particular fear had long vanished for her. By her third arrest she realized the futile struggle the vice squad fought in its attempts to stop prostitution. Her organization had her on the street within hours and her multiple arrests only assisted in getting her acquainted with a few of the guys on the police force. They made it clear they'd look out for her as long as she gave them a few favors from time to time. She'd had no problems since. The car paused and the window came down revealing a good looking man that looked like he was about 28 years old. She asked, ?Looking for a party?? ?Are you a cop?? She smiled as she took a long draw on her cigarette. It was funny how many people still believed that cops had to answer that question truthfully or that it offered them any protection. ?No. I'm just looking to party. How about you?? The man looked in all directions to scan the area to see if anyone was watching. Once he felt it was safe he said, ?Get in.? She smiled to herself, 'No that didn't look suspicious at all.' She took a last drag on her cigarette and blew the smoke away from the car then stamped out the embers under her 5 inch heels. Most guys didn't seem to care if she smoked but she'd lost a few clients by lighting up in their cars and she didn't want another beating from the boss for costing him money. Instead she popped a piece of gum in her mouth though she knew it did little to relieve the pressure that would slowly build in her lungs. The other pressure was starting to build in her abdomen as they drove off the main strip. The man said, ?This is the first time I've done this. I don't know how this works.? The woman smiled. She'd long since become an expert of the dance between a john and his client. ?I have a friend at a hotel that will rent you a room for a few hours. Does that sound ok?? The man tried to sound confident. ?O-Ok.? The prostitute loved timid men like this one. They were easy to boss around though a few surprised her once they got to the bedroom. She gave him the directions and they were off. The first few weeks after the 'change' were the worst. She knew it was useless to try to explain as no one would believe her and she knew they wouldn't let her out of the operation either. Deep down she knew the futility of her situation but that didn't stop her from crying herself to sleep every night for the first month. The drugs helped. Meth. Pot. Coke. Whatever. She was using them all but it was only after the boss noticed her that things really started to turn around. They'd been dating for the last few months which had the happy byproduct that he'd stopped hitting her for the most part. Of course that made all the other woman jealous but fuck them. The boss liked her now though she'd seen his eye wandering to that stupid redhead cunt that just arrived from some hick town upstate. As they passed the hotel, the man asked, ?Is that the place?? She nodded and pointed, ?Yeah, park over there.? They got out and the man took her hand as they walked through the parking lot. She smiled at the act. Was he expecting her to play the role of his girlfriend for a few hours? Or maybe he thought the futile act of holding her hand gave the impression to the other people in the parking lot that they were dating? If that was his intention then he probably should have insisted that they go to a different hotel as this one had a well earned reputation. She tried not to think too much about her current lifestyle as it only made her cry and that would certainly lead to another beating. Every time she did it the boss always said, 'You ho's are always getting on my nerves. Why you gotta do that? Why you gotta make me hurt you?' It was hard not to think about the change and especially the genie's promise to eventually free her. It had been eight months since he'd gone to the mall ? or was it nine? She had trouble remembering as the days all seemed to run together. The client closed the hotel door and double latched it behind them. She felt the stirring in her nethers and tried to keep herself under control. The boss man claimed he'd never known anyone who liked sex as much as her and she had to admit it was fun though she tried to control herself around clients as she knew some guys liked her to be passive. She never saw the first punch coming. As the man climbed on top to hit her again she screamed, ?You fucking fool! My boyfriend is going to kill you.? As the man laughed his shyness seemed to disappear. ?Do you think I'm stupid? Who do you think I paid when I asked him if he had any bitches that I could smack around. I think his exact words were, 'I've got a Jersey girl on my crew who thinks she's special and needs a good beating.' Your 'boyfriend' literally gave you to me.? The woman shouted, ?That's not true!? but deep down she knew it was. The man answered with another punch and this time she struggled to clear her head. She withdrew to a part of her brain where she knew the pain couldn't reach and questions rose in her mind. 'How much more of this did the genie expect her to take?' 'How much longer did she have to suffer for her crimes?' As another punch landed, her thoughts turned to the hundreds of men and women she'd treated the same way and she realized her suffering had only begun.