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Black Friday By Jena Corso Edited By Angela Myers Part 1 "You guys have fun today," Lisa said as she kissed her husband. "And don't get hurt." "It'll be fine," said Marc. "I've played before." "Yeah, but it's been years," said Lisa. "Just be careful, and take good care of him Derek. See you Sunday night." "Shall do. Enjoy your shopping, and good luck seeing your mother," said Derek. Marc peeked out the window, watching his wife drive away as Derek sat sipping some coffee. "Ok, you know what you have to do," said Derek, looking at his watch. "I'll watch some tv while you get ready and Mable will be here to pick you up at 11:00am. That should be plenty of time for me if you don't waste too much time. Now move your ass." "I'm going," said Marc. "I just want to make sure she didn't forget anything. Sometimes she does and comes right back." "You said she'd be shopping all day! It's Black Friday after all, and then she's driving over an hour to spend the rest of the weekend with her mother," said Derek. "I know, and that's her plan," said Marc, letting the shade back down. "I'm just making sure. Ok, call her." "Ok, Mable," Derek picked up his phone. "You can drive around the corner and come in." Within two minutes, Marc answered the knock on his door, greeting the large black woman as Mable came in. "So this is him. huh?" Mable looked him over. "I got my work cut out here." "I told you that up front," said Derek nastily. "Now just make him presentable, and then later you can really go to town on him." "Alright, let's get you upstairs to the bathroom and make you presentable." Marc turned and headed upstairs into the bathroom as Mable followed as Derek switched on the tv. "No point being shy, honey," said Mable, lifting his shirt over his head and taking some measurements around his body. "Strip all the way." Marc couldn't be more embarrassed as he was being measured in the buff by Mable. She then took his wife's shaving gel, handing it to him and opened a package of pink razors. "Try not to nick yourself," said Mable. "You'll probably need them all." "How long is it going to take to grow back?" said Marc looking at his bare arms in shock. "How am I going to explain this to my wife?" "I think you should have thought of that before you agreed to all this," said Mable, walking out. "I'll set up at the vanity and be back for you in a few minutes." Marc lathered up his left leg and with a slow small stroke sliced the first section through the lather. He couldn't believe he was doing this, rinsing the razor each time under the water and realized Mable was right as they were getting dull quickly. He was taking forever, after ten minutes she returned chuckling as she quickly took over. "This will do for now. It'll be good enough for what I found to put you in for Derek," said Mable wiping them with a towel and covering some little nicks with some tissue shreds. "Now go sit at the vanity. Here, slip this on." Mable took some soft towels, patting his body dry before softly rubbing in a moisturizer on his legs as he stood there looking down at his now hairless calves. She took Marc's wife's silk robe from a hook on the bathroom wall and slipped it over Marc's arms before leading him to her vanity. It was much too short on his arms, but just wide enough as she tied the belt around his waist as he sat down. Mable now opened her makeup case and patted his face with some foundation. "Not the best match, but it'll do for the bedroom," said Mable as she quickly coated his lashes with a little mascara and took a pencil to his lids. "When we get to my place later, it'll be perfect." "Your place?" Marc asked. "Yes, I'll be getting you ready for work there," said Mable, brushing on some blush and a little pink shadow. "Smile big for me honey." "Great!" Whined Marc as she gave him a look. "Where's your wife's lingerie drawer?" said Mable. "I assume she's got something better than this robe we can put you in for now." "Second from the top," answered Marc, watching her open it. "This will do." Mable took out a pink baby doll satin nightie and slipped off his robe. She dropped the nightie over his head and loosened the straps to let it down farther to about knee length. She plugged in his wife's curling iron on the vanity and then dug through a drawer until she found a lip color she wanted. "Oh this is a pretty color," said Mable. "I didn't have a match for this chemise, but your wife does. I bet she wears these together for you." Mable now took her lip pencil and then a lip brush, painting at his lips with his wife's lipstick. When she finished, she brushed through his hair parting it down the middle and then took the curling iron, rolling it upward on each side and in the back. Again she dug through his wife's vanity, finding a wide pink barrette which she inserted toward the back of his forehead and then went to work spritzing his short hair everywhere as she picked at it with her fingers. "Ok, I think you're ready for him. You're cuter than I thought you'd be," said Mable, taking his wife's perfume and spraying his neck. "Have fun sweetie, and I'll be back for you later." "Is he ready for me?" asked Derek as Mable came down the stairs. "As ready as he'll ever be," said Mable. "Ok, I'm off to Wal-Mart to get him something to wear to the trip to the salon, and to the uniform store now that I know his sizes. See you in an hour." Derek switched off the tv and happily ran upstairs. He entered Marc's, kicking off his shoes. "Yeah! Not too bad!" said Derek, laughing. "I can get into that shit!" "Please go easy." Marc looked at himself in the mirror. "This is nuts." Marc was trembling as he stared at himself in his wife's pink nightie with matching glossed up pink lips. His bushy four inch hair had been pulled straight back behind his face and held with a bright barrette, and the sides and back had been pinched outward in a wispy flip. It was crazy to see himself all made up, but his true fear came moments later as he watched Derek plug into an outlet. "Turn around," said Derek as Marc turned, placing his hands on the bed. "Oh shit Derek, please. Maybe we can work something else out," said Marc, staring at him as he spun backwards seeing Derek opening a trojan. "We've been through that now, there's no turning back," said Derek. "I'll go easy on you and let's start stretching you out. Spread 'em." Marc braced himself, leaning on the bed as he watched Derek roll a condom over a small dildo and felt it enter his anus as Derek wasted no time pushing it in. He gasped as Derek shoved it in as far as he could and switched it on low as he felt it pulsating inside him. "Ok, turn around and get on your knees," Derek demanded. "Keep those cheeks squeezed tightly and get to work bitch." "Holy shit, Derek," Marc spun towards him. "Go easy. That thing is huge." "Don't be shy, bitch," said Derek, grabbing the back of Marc's head. "Time to pay the piper." Marc had no choice, engulfing his friend's manhood into his mouth as Derek guided his head up and down. He was slowly raising and lowering his mouth, taking him deeper and deeper each time as Derek moaned in pleasure. Marc was almost crying as he sucked, taking Derek's huge member as deep as he could as he felt the vibrator in his ass buzzing faster now as Derek's moaning increased. It went on for almost ten minutes, as Marc was doing his best and Derek was giving him no breaks. "What the fuck is going on here?" screamed Lisa as Derek turned his head, seeing her come into her bedroom. "One second, Lisa. OOOOOOHHH OOOOHHHH," screamed Derek, holding Marc's head tightly as he exploded into his mouth and held his grip firm. "Derek, what the hell?" screamed Lisa. "You brought some skank in my bedroom. Is that my nightgown she's wearing?" "Sorry, we didn't expect you home," Derek replied. "Fuck you Derek! This is bullshit!" screamed Lisa, looking around and seeing her things open. "My curling iron's on, and is that my lipstick on the vanity, what the fuck!" "Gulp, gulp. Honey, I can explain!" Marc swallowed before lifting his head and looking at his wife. "Marc?" Lisa was shocked. "Holy shit. Is that you?" "Honey, calm down," said Marc, staring at his wife as she braced herself, ready to puke. "I know it looks bad but let me explain." "Explain!" screamed Lisa. "Oh I can't wait to hear this. I can't wait to hear why my husband is wearing my pink baby doll nightie, my lipstick, and is sucking a huge black cock. This should be good. Not to mention that you've shaved your legs, you've got little curls on your head, and my brand new vibrator is stuck up your ass. Go ahead, this should be priceless." "Well, I'm doing this for us," said Marc. "Well, really for you." "For me?" screamed Lisa. "You see, my gambling has crippled us," Marc told her. "What, you've been gambling again?" said Lisa, folding her arms. "What does your cheating on me with a man have to do with gambling?" "Everything, I'm not gay," Marc said. "I lost most of our money and your car, to Derek gambling. The only way to keep the rest of our money and save your car was for me to agree to be his hired help this weekend." "His hired help?" said Lisa, surprised as she looked at Derek. "Yes, right now you walked in on me training Marc," said Derek. "You see I run special events where some of my premier clients are to be serviced. This weekend, Marc will begin paying his debt doing that." "Unbelievable! You're expecting me to believe that my husband is going to work as some little tramp this weekend to pay his debts, and your clients are going to want that," said Lisa, pointing at him. "Who the fuck would be interested in that! Obviously you guys are full of shit. Enjoy your new life together!" "No, wait!" said Derek, grabbing her arm as she was ready to storm out. "It's true. Some of my guests enjoy pretty ladies with a little something extra. You may think it's strange, but there's a market out there for this." "He may have the something extra, but my nightie and some lipstick certainly don't make a pretty lady. Do they?" Lisa rolled her eyes. "Next time come up with something better. At least playing football on Black Friday, like the old days, was believable." "No, I never said anything about playing football. You assumed that," said Marc. "I said playing ball." "That's Mable. See, now you can see for yourself," said Derek as they were interrupted by the doorbell. "Sorry Lisa, but Marc has to go." "Go where? Who the fuck is Mable?" Lisa asked, ready to faint in disbelief. "Maybe you'll believe us now! Mable is Marc's transformation specialist. She made him up quickly for me, but we're on a tight schedule," said Derek, pulling the dildo from Marc's ass. "She's here to pick him up and take him to her salon to get him ready to work tonight. He's got a busy weekend coming to him, if you want to keep that BMW of yours. We'll continue stretching you out later, Marc." "What kind of work?" said Lisa. "He'll be our transsexual escort for the weekend for our finest customers who enjoy that type," said Derek. "He'll have many duties." "You son of a bitch!" Screamed Lisa, slapping Marc. "Go and do whatever you have to. I don't care what they do to you anymore. You brought this on yourself, and now you better fix it!" Derek went down and let in Mable as she sat in the living room. "Hello mame," said Mable, pulling a cheap floral sundress from a bag and unzipping it. Marc wiped his face with a tissue and slipped off his wife's nightie. Mable then held out the sun dress as he stepped into it and then dropped some flip flops on the floor as he slipped in his feet. "I'm sorry, honey," said Marc. "I'll make it right." "You better Marc," Screamed Lisa. "You fucking better." "I'm sorry mam, but I must take him now," said Mable. "Let's move it please. We've got considerable work to do for me to make her presentable." "Presentable!" screamed Lisa. "I fucking doubt that, but I don't give a shit anymore. Do whatever you have to do. I'm not losing my fucking car." "You heard the lady, Mable," said Derek grinning. "Take it to the next level and let's see if he can pay his debt off a little quicker." "Whatever you say," said Mable, shrugging her shoulders. "You're the boss." Marc sat in the back of Mable's car as they drove through one of the shadier parts of town. They pulled up at her small salon, which was on a main street next to what looked like an adult lingerie shop and a dingy pharmacy. In the windows were posters of only black hairstyles as she unlocked the door and they went inside. "Go downstairs and take off everything," said Mable. Marc headed down to the basement which was set up like a little lounge. He flicked the light on in the small bathroom and slipped out of all his clothes. He opened the door, holding his clothes to find Mable waiting as she took them and hung the little sundress on a wire hanger. "Turn and let me see everything." Mable spun him as he stood there trembling. "I'm going to double check your sizes now that were not so rushed, but time will fly since boss has certainly added plenty of extra work." She now began taking measurements and writing them down before ushering him to another rest room with a large shower. "Here, nair it all off. Everything left from the neck down," said Mable, handing him some lotions. "But I already shaved my legs like you asked me before," said Marc, as she put a plastic cap on his head. "You shaved from your knees down, which was good enough for before but it's not going to cut it tonight," said Mable, putting some goggles over his eyes. "Not that you're super hairy, but I want it all off. Arms, pits, the little stray chest hairs, ass, thighs, pubes. Everything! Now lather up and I'll come check you and do your face. Obviously you won't need to worry about making up some bullshit for your wife anymore!" Marc headed into the shower, covering his body with the Nair before Mable came in and inspected. She made a few adjustments and then coated his cheeks and neck with a substance as he stood there feeling the tingling as everything began kicking in. It wasn't long before Mable came in, looking him up and down and then he found himself amazed at how much hair washed down the drain. She opened the shower door, walking right in with her gloves on and proceeded to lather up his skin with a fragrant lotion, working it liberally into his skin. He stood there spread eagled as she lubricated his anus and shoved something inside. "Squeeze your cheeks and follow me, dear," said Mable as he did his best pushing them together as he slowly followed her. He placed a long white towel on her salon chair and sat him down, dropping it back as far as his head was now resting in the sink. He could smell the nasty chemicals as she was doing some mixing before he found himself having his hair washed. She rinsed and massaged a few times before she took a plastic cape and placed it over his hair. She pulled the strings tightly and positioned it around his ears before tapping his thigh to stand up. "Come, we're going to cook this lily white ass a little ," said Mable, leading him to a small room. He followed her into another room, seeing her lift open the top to a long tanning bed. She took some back goggles, placing them over his eyes before she positioned him on his back and lowered the top over him. "Rest up for now, dear," said Mable. "I'm guessing you won't get much rest later if it's up to Derek. Now don't fidget, because if it's uneven we'll have an issue." She switched on some soft music as his mind drifted off. She came in every once and awhile checking on him until finally he heard the music click off. "Leave the goggles on for now, and I'll guide you dear," said Mable. "We're just going back to my salon chair, and once your eyes adjust, we'll take them off." In just a minute he found himself sitting as she dropped the back of his chair down. She removed the cap over his hair as the warm water was soothing as she rinsed and scrubbed for a minute or so, leaving his hair soaked. He was relaxed for a moment but then was startled by feeling a chill across his chest. "It's just the glue," said Mable. "It'll only be cold for a few minutes. Think about the cool sensations, because these next few things will pinch a little." Mable was an amazing multi-tasker, as she waited for the glue to set she took her little wax strips, working on his brows. She used her stencil and outlined what she wanted as his base brow and wasted no time ripping away the rest. After about fifteen minutes of careful shaping and tweezing, she was finally satisfied and then he felt her rubbing at his lips as he sensed them tingling. She pulled at the top and then the bottom, before finally she felt the tackiness of the adhesive on his chest. "Holy crap, those feel big, Mable," said Marc, feeling her press on a silicon breast. "I don't think that's what Derek had in mind. I'll stick out like a sore thumb." "Honey, Derek likes his women curvy," Mable pressed it on his chest. "Trust me, I know exactly what he likes and they'll be perfect on you. I've measured you twice, and I think I know more about women's sizes than you do dear." Marc really could put up little opposition and soon felt the weight jiggling about his chest as she pushed them into place. She took a heavy duty hair dryer, setting the glue and worked her fingers smoothing the edges. She turned on a compressor, spraying a liquid lightly across his bare chest and took her sponge as she blended and smoothed. "Don't touch a thing while this sets," said Mable, slapping his wrist as he tried to feel them. "I'm going to start your face in the meantime, just don't touch them or make any sudden moves. Time to make you beautiful!" Once again she switched on her compressor as he felt the tingle of air on his face this time. She would turn it on and off as she took her time as Marc felt little puffs of air flowing across his face. She was spraying away, working her way down his neck and then again all around his chest as he lay there relaxing. When she finally switched it off, she removed the goggles, allowing him to open his eyes. She took her sponge, touching at the corners where the goggles covered and then he could see her measuring lashes against his, before pressing hard against his lids. He followed her lead, opening and closing his eyes as he watched the wand coat his lids and the liner work both in and out of his lashes. Finally a timer dinged as she put down her wand, switching on the water as again she massaged at his scalp after putting on some clear gloves. "This should do," said Mable, playing with his hair as she began again massaging it. After a few minutes, she stripped off her gloves and again turned her attention to his face, working on his eyeshadow and then his blush. "Smile as big as you can and hold it dear," said Mable, outlining his lips. "It only feels a little strange because of the plumper, but you'll get used to it." When she finished, she took a brush to a few tubes as he could taste the grape flavor. She then opened a clear gloss, spreading it with an applicator and brushed some powder over his face and then across his chest. He looked up, seeing what he knew was a small piercing gun, hearing her load it as he knew what was coming. She took her time, making some little marks on his ears and he sat there while she squeezed the trigger three times on each side before putting it down. "Isn't that more than enough, Mable?" Marc said as she had a different one in her hand now. "Please, these will take forever to close." "Sorry dear," Mable stuck it into his left nostril. "Derek expects a specific type, so that's all I'm thinking about honey. Hold the arm rests for a moment." Marc had little recourse, holding the chair as his nostril was pierced. He sat whimpering as she again washed his hair and then slipped a bra strap up his left arm. She arched his back a touch, sliding the strap across his back and then bent his right elbow, inserting his right bra strap. She took a moment adjusting the straps and then he could feel it grow tight as she buckled it between his falsies. "Ok dear," said Mable, wrapping a white plastic cape around his neck which covered him completely as she finally sat him forward a bit. "Time to get these pretty locks done." "Holy crap," moaned Marc, looking down at the bumps under his cape. "These feel so heavy. How big are they?" "They're just right, dear." Mable lifted his chin to look straight ahead. "Now just sit there and be a good model for me dear." She took a small towel, removing any excess moisture from his hair before she combed it away from his face. She rolled over a large cart, opening a few drawers filled with a plenty of pink and green plastic rollers while she grabbed a few long pins. "They'll feel a little heavier than they'll be later, because I preset them with the rollers to move this along," said Mable, creating some sections. "I had to save any time I could, but we're in decent shape so I probably won't have to rush anyway, thanks to your lovely wife interrupting Derek having some fun with you. It's always nice to start ahead of schedule." "Glad you could call it fun," said Marc as he was feeling most of his hair pinned on top of his head before feeling the weight at the back of his head. "Everything's tugging. My scalp. My flesh. I'm really uncomfortable Mable." "Stop being a baby, or Derek might make you one," teased Mable, combing at his neckline. "If I were you, I'd deal with whatever Derek wants and get this over with." In a moment, he felt the stickiness as she glued and then created the next section. Each section seemed to be stretching wider as by the third one she was now tugging from ear to ear as she worked. On top, she was raking him pretty hard, creating a part on the left and then she was concentrating on inserting roller after roller to the sections which were not pre-rolled. "Oh, it blends perfectly," said Mable, stretching a hair net over her fingers and on to his head. "You're going to be fun to work with sweetie. Chin up and look straight ahead, please." The moment he lifted his chin, she lowered the big dome over his head and switched on the warm air. He sat there looking down as she took his left hand now, placing in on a table and worked on his nails. It wasn't long before both of his hands were covered with pretty long extensions, and then she went to work adding color and also painted his toes. He had been used to his wife having nice nails, but his were considerably longer and almost claw like, protruding a good inch and one half past his fingertips. She took her time buffing and shaping them as he had nothing else to do but watch as long round tips took shape in a glossed violet purple. When she finished one. she placed the left under the dryer while working on the other as she jumped back and forth clear coating. until finally the bonnet dryer over his head switched off. She lifted it. letting his hair cool down as she continued clear coating. Finally. she checked his nails. making sure they were done to her satisfaction and told him to stand up. "Let's get you into uniform, and then I'll unroll your hair," Mable unbuckled his bra under the cape. "Don't be alarmed when you stand up, because you won't be used to the weight once they hang free. In a minute, I'll have something on you, but this bra was only temporary for support while they fully set." "Holy crap, Mable," said Marc as she immediately lifted his chin as he felt the weight on his back as he stood up. "You need to stand spread eagle for me and don't move while I work under this cape," said Mable. "Don't panic and please don't touch anything, or I'll kill you if you smudge a nail." Marc was quite stunned, feeling the tug at his chest as his breasts bounced as Mable steadied him as he stood up. He couldn't believe the weight as she bent down in front of him as he stepped into his outfit as she quickly wiggled it up his frame as the long cape blocked his vision. She adjusted his junk in front as it sat as it normally did in some form of brief as she slid his arms through some small straps and zipped up the back. "Ok, it holds well," said Mable as Marc stared down as his massive breasts. "Holy Motley!" screamed Marc. "They're freaking huge." "No, they're wonderful on you dear," said Mable. "I'm pretty sure Tyrone will be pleased with these." "Now be still and let me finish my job, dear." Mable lifted his leg and rolled on a stocking. He couldn't say much as she rolled on the other ,and as soon as she was done gently pushed him back in her chair. He sat there patiently as she unrolled section after section, tossing the pink rollers into her container. He could feel all the hair on his shoulders and his back above the cape now as he sat there, knowing it was almost time to go. In her left hand she had a long flat scissor and a double sided comb in the other. She circled him, clipping sections at a time, layering everywhere, and then squirted some serum like gel in her palm as she worked it in near his ears and forehead at his hairline. She clipped a diffuser on her hair dryer, lifting and softly drying some sections before taking her pick, lifting and spritzing a sticky hairspray. He was ready to throw up as she again disappeared from his view, feeling his feet being lifted and being amazed at the dramatic angle of his ankle of his feet as she placed the first foot back on the foot rest of the chair, as all he could see was the ruffling of the cape. When she finished the second shoe, she stood nodding as she looked at her work and took some perfume, spraying each side of his neck and then his left wrist. She placed it back on her vanity and she took an aerosol finishing spray, circling him as she covered his eyes with her palm, humming as she worked. She walked behind him patting his hair gently and then his stomach dropped to his knees as she swung off his cape. "Good luck at work tonight, dear," said Mable as she spun his chair towards her mirror. "I'm pretty sure you'll be knocking them dead when they see you." "I'm so screwed," said Marc, looking at his reflection, ready to shit his pants. He could hardly believe his eyes as his skin was three or four shades darker than before, as he started at himself with shiny bronzed tones. He turned his arms right and then left, amazed at how his skin glistened as it didn't look black, but no longer looked white now either. His new coppery type glow was even more embellished as he refocused his eyes to the mirror, fully examining his entire new look. Gone was his mousy brown hair, as a thick caramel blonde hair mane filled with honey lowlights now covered his head. He turned his shoulders slightly, seeing how it had been extended way down his back and was arranged in long thick layers filled with small tight rows of Botticelli curls. His natural hair on top had been trimmed and teased as the curls flowed upwards and bent towards the left in a precision part above his right eye, and his huge gold hoop earrings shined, almost touching his shoulders as his hair had been sprayed and teased away from his ear, exposing his lovely new piercings. Above the hoops on both sides sat two smaller gold hoops, and a larger diamond stud sat pierced the top of the cartilage on his right ear. From his nostril shone a delicate stud, and he took his left hand giving a quick tug on some of his long locks, knowing these things were attached well as he felt the tug at his scalp as the small tight spiral sprung right back into place. His moved his finger tip, amazed that his digits now had long purple glossy claws as he used the underside of his finger tip, feeling that his trademark bushy brows had really been replaced by thin arches, and not just covered up. He could feel himself getting teary eyed, staring at his tanned face which looked so flawless in this new mocha color. The creamy off-white and fawn eye shadows blended across his embellished eyelids, where a touch of lavender and violet served as the new base as he blinked, holding back the tears. This gorgeous color pallet below his brows only made his lashes look even more ravishing, fronting an indigo liner across the upper lid as he blinked, amazed at Mable's intricate work. His lips, on the other hand, were the furthest thing from delicate as they were now extremely over lined in a burnt scarlet color, before jumping off his face in the deepest darkest plum purple gloss. "You've outdone yourself, Mable," said Derek, coming in now. "I don't even think she's going to make it to work today. Damn girl." "Behave yourself, Derek," said Mable, giving him a playful push. "You better take care of your customers first, and then you can sample the merchandise later." "I know, but that's going to take some will power," Derek hugged Mable. "She is looking so fine. Damn you're good, Mable." "I'll expect a good bonus on this one, sugar," Replied Mable. "Alright, alright," said Derek smiling as he kissed her cheek. "We'll see how this shit turns out. Get up and let me see the whole picture, bitch." "Derek, stop. I'm uncomfortable enough without all the bitch talk," said Marc, balancing to get to his feet. "I got it. I got it that I'm your bitch!" "Good, because you'll need to feel it tonight so you can earn some good smack to make a dent in that debt," Derek smiled as he circled him, sliding his hands across his ass. Marc took his first step, inching away from Derek's large hand cupping his cheek. It wasn't easy balancing in his 4 inch pumps as he took a few steps, able to position himself using his hands for balance on the side of the salon chair. It was beyond his wildest imagination, unable to even fathom that these huge breasts were attached to his chest making his waist and ass look tiny. They looked so fleshy and real as they were held up, perfectly highlighting the low cut v-neck top of his dress. His dress was a crushed velvet, violet purple long sleeve mini-dress, which was skin tight across his chest, arms and waist before covering his ass and upper thighs in two layers of ruffles. On his legs were fence wide black fish net thigh high stockings clipped to garters, which were barely hid below the skirt's ruffle, and on his feet were matching velvet violet pumps. On his right wrist sat two thick gold bangles, and two gold costume rings decorated each hand. He turned, checking out the rear view, only to see that his long hair extended almost to his ass, before ending in a distinct V-shape and he could see a string hanging down between his legs. "I'm sorry, honey," said Mable, yanking the string as he held him steady. "We got so worked up looking at yourself you even forgot that was in there stretching you out, girl. Come on, you can smile now. Go ahead, you're too pretty for that puss on your face." "Whewww," sighed Marc, feeling some relief as she yanked it out and snapped his throng back in place. "Any other surprises!" "Not yet," Teased Derek. "Whatever happens from this point forward depends on my clients and how well they like you. Or maybe should I say, how well you treat them, pretty girl." "I'd get him used to his new name, Derek," said Mable, handing Derek a little box. "Oh yeah! You're right, Mable." Derek pinned a little name tag on the left side of his dress. "Ms. Rosario?" said Marc, looking down at it. "Yes, and forget Marc for tonight. Moving forward, you're Marquita." Derek held up a diamond nameplate, which he fastened around Marc's neck "Is that what I'm supposed to be?" asked Marc, staring at his full image. "Am I supposed to be like an Hispanic, or a light black chick or something?" "Sorry honey, you're looking good, but not that fine. Don't get crazy thinking you're really a sista," teased Derek. "You got a nice sexy mullato look going on. You know, maybe like some ghetto mixed with some latino or even Brazilian. I don't know exactly. I like the Mariah hair with the big lips and earrings. Plus those Double D's never hurt." "But I'm just a regular lily white boy from the suburbs," Marc yelped. "I can't be like that. I'm not mullato." "Look again, because I don't see any white boy staring back at me," Derek put his arm around Marc. "All I see is one fine kinky haired mocha bitch with some big tits, that my clients are going to love tonight. Now wiggle your skinny ass upstairs, because it's time for Marquita to get to work."