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Pretend Prostitute
By Kachakali
This story is based on an anime picture I found.
See it and other works of mine over on my hobby site
http://nevermoreuniversity.blogspot.mx
Enjoy.
I got the frantic call from Mom a few days ago. My sis, Pamela was gone
for far too long and Mom was getting worried that she wouldn't have enough
food for Becky. Sis barely left enough money for mom to get some diapers.
Looks like sis dropped her off on purpose with her. Surely my slut of a
sister is off on one of her fuck-capades as I would jokingly call them.
She's probably getting fucked silly by some John's or she's probably on
some road trip with some traveling concert slash rock show, getting fucked
some wannabe rock stars. And she left poor Becky in mom's care. I can only
hope she's considerate enough to save a bit of her fuck money for her
daughter. And give a few bucks to mom. But I doubt it. I think Mom's been
more of a mom to Becky, than my sister.
I told Mom she got lucky I even answered the phone call. She was just
about out of food and she had a tougher time with Becky staying with her.
I told her I was thinking about going camping and go off the radar for a
few days. She begged me not to go and to help her. She was so frantic and
desperate, I had no choice but to cancel my trip. So I drove to her house
instead. I brought some food from home and a bit more things from the
grocery store. Mom explained what happened. Pretty much exactly what I
thought. My slutty sister gone! And poor little Becky just stared at me
with her dopey little face. She doesn't talk much, but I care for my
little niece. Of course I had to help them. Mom was a little tight on
money too. But did I have enough money to cover them?
After a bit of snooping and online searching on Mom's old laptop. We came
to realize that little Becky qualified for some sort of food assistance
program. But we couldn't go ourselves. The website needed a parent or a
signed consent form to get food assistance. They were going to check on
the welfare of child and there needed to be follow-up visits to keep the
coupons coming. Mom remembered that in her apartment complex there were a
few neighbors that were on that program. She said that those vouchers are
good for few weeks worth of food. The only problem is that we had no way
of getting Pamela's signature let alone finding her. We were back to
square one. But we had a plan. Something was better than nothing. It was
the only thing we could do given the situation.
We were stuck. Could I call a few friends and maybe have someone fake it?
Mom asked me if I know someone who can fake id's? I thought about it, but
doing that would've been too hard. I don't have any friends who even
remotely look like Pamela. As Mom and I brainstormed, we saw a interesting
mid-day news report. The so-called gender change epidemic that was going
on. We've all heard about it. Everyone has. There's now a way for men to
change sex. There was a news poll and the numbers were pretty high.
Everyone knew someone who knew someone that's taken the dive. The tv show
was pretty sensational. They were showing the before and after and the
people looked quite convincing. It was a pretty trashy segment, but mom
and I couldn't stop staring. We both clicked at the same time! We stared
at each other and back at Becky. Somehow we knew we had our plan. It was
so absurd that it really could work!
Thankfully it was easy to find those sex change pills. Since I was back
home. I was still in touch with a few people back from my high school
days. A guy I knew gave me Richard Wong's cel. I haven't seen him in
years. Wong was scary back in high school and he's still a dangerous man
now. When we were teens, he could get you any drug you wanted, legal or
not. Guess he still does it now. We arranged to meet and an hour or two
later, I met him in a liquor store a few blocks away. I paid the guy for a
few pills. And we both went on our way.
I think the tv show got to me. Because on the way home, I felt like a
criminal. Right there on my passenger seat was those pills. Ones that
would change my sex. Strangely, I was a little excited too. I was going to
turn into a woman! I wondered how my male body would melt away and turn
into something completely different. I daydreamed nervously as I drove
back home to mom's. Mom and Becky were outside playing catch with a ball
as I parked my car. She looked at me and I looked down at the paper bag.
Mom breathed a sigh of relief and we went back to her apartment.
We both had a long conversation. What I would do as a woman. What she
could help me with once I changed. It really was new to me, since I never
even remotely thought about anything else other than my gender. The whole
home seemed nervous and on edge. Quiet little Becky came over to me and
broke the tension. She gave me a hug only a toddler could give. "Enough
wasting time!" Mom said. She opened up her pantry and threw a bottle of
water to me. We both knew what had to be done. I swallowed the pill and
sat on her bed. Waiting for my changes. I was going to turn into a woman
just like those men on tv.
After some minutes of anxious waiting. I started feeling something. And
odd sensation all over my body. It was starting. I wanted to say
something, but I was too nervous. I was gesturing to her to take Becky and
leave. But I knew my mom wasn't going to. Even though I was an adult, her
motherly instincts kicked in. Like any concerned parent, she didn't want
to leave. It looks like they were both going to have a first hand view of
a man turning into a woman. My body tensed up yet all over I felt like
jelly. A mix of fear and excitement swelled over me. I had to relax. So I
steadied myself and started to breathe.
My face and head seemed stretchy like rubber. My blond hairs were
lengthening and tugging at my scalp. My lips and chin itched. I rubbed my
fingers along them and my mustache and thick stubble came right off! My
skin seemed to reveal something softer underneath! Mom gasped as she saw
my face morph in front of her. She said that I'm starting to look more and
more like Pamela. That's good. Because that was the plan! I glanced over
at a mirror hanging on the wall. I really did look like her. We always had
the family resemblance. As I stared, my nose got tinier and my cheekbones
changed. Now my hazel eyes started to match my sisters. That pill was
working miracles.
Whatever was in that pill was working it's way through the rest of my
body. I felt my shoulders and ribs and backbones pop and shrink. I was
losing height. My t-shirt was feeling awfully big all of a sudden. My hips
and ass then felt strange. My pants seemed too tight. I had some tight
jeans on, but now they seemed to cut off my circulation. My legs felt like
they were burning. I winced in pain. I shouted at my mom to help me take
them off. All three of us reacted in surprise as my voice no longer
sounded manly. It had a sweetly-high voice that could not be mistaken for
anything other than a woman.
I flicked off my sneakers. They came off too easily. Mom grabbed my pants
legs and gave them a pull. I grabbed the bed to steady myself. Hands that
were not my own held onto the bed sheets, trying to get a good grip. I saw
Graceful, womanly hands that I knew were mine now.
Mom tugged hard on my pants! I wiggled and swayed my hips to help the
tight pants come off. There was quite a heft on bottom! Mom slipped and
fell on her butt as that one last pull made my pants fly off in a
different direction. Becky laughed and giggled and her grandmas'
misfortune. Mom hushed her. Little Becky was feeling the excitement in the
room. We all were. As mom got herself up, we both stared in awe at the
feminine pair of legs that greeted us. My new legs! They were shapely and
well toned. In no way did they look like a man's thick legs. These gams
were sexy! I had long legs that any girl would kill for!
My excitement for my bodily changes was understandable. My whole body
tingled and felt even more aroused! "Look down on your chest Gregory," mom
said. I looked down like she said. Two pointy cones were poking out of my
shirt. My nipples looked huge and perky! I peeked through the top of my
shirt to glance down on my chest. Two growing breasts were pushing out of
my chest. Bit by sexy bit, they were getting bigger. I was met by an
unfamiliar jiggle as I took of my shirt. There was no mistaking my chest
now. At first my chest looked like a young teen's. But minutes later they
caught up to my adult body. It finally stopped expanding. My big boobs
moved and jiggled with my movements. There was no hiding these two masses
of flesh! They were large and in charge! Two womanly breasts were now on
me! My body shivered as I gave them a squeeze and a cupping. Becky happily
shouted, "Mama!" at the sight of my dangling bosom.
There was soon an influx of embarrassment and shame. I know Mom was there
by my side and my niece minding her own business. But I felt ashamed of my
chest. I wanted to cover them up! But mom quickly re-assured me that its
fine. "We're all girls here," she said reassuringly. But that was a lie.
There was still one part of me that was still a man. Mom's sweet, calm
voice could not stop the raging boner that was quickly protruding from my
crotch.
The last bit of my male parts seemed to angrily express itself. As if
jealous of the rest of my new feminine body. My tight white briefs were
stretched even farther to its limit. My wide hips weren't helping. But my
rising dick was in pain. I could see it struggling to maintain its proud
erection. Awkward seconds seemed like an eternity. It seemed like all eyes
were on my dick. Mine, Mom's and Becky's too. But as the seconds ticked
by. My dick was on a losing battle. As my member was fading away, pulsing,
tearing and crunching sensations were wreaking havoc on my crotch. I had
to endure one more strange transformation.
My body leaned forward I winced in pain. I could hear myself saying "oh
shit" as an intense pressure built up around my balls. My guess is that my
balls were migrating up to their new place as ovaries. That crunching
feeling must be my womb coming to life and stealing new space in my belly.
My penis felt like it was imploding! For the first time in my life, I knew
what it felt like to lose your dick. New folds and a girlish mound took
their new home. The skin between my legs was itchy and throbbing. No doubt
my pussy opening and forming itself. Finding itself a new path to my womb.
The overall feeling of jellyness faded away. My metamorphosis was
complete. There was no going back now. I was on team woman now. Mom handed
me the rest of the bottle of water. I looked over at Becky, she found a
little toy and forgot about us. It was funny how we adults have such a
hard crazy life that kids don't have to worry about. Mom told me to
finally relax, but we knew that our little plot has only just begun.
As I checked my body once again on the mirror, I arched my back and pushed
out my new breasts. I had long hair almost down to my butt. I saw the
curves of my sides and hips, I glanced at my firm butt and toned thighs. I
realized that I don't have any clothes! I cant wear my old clothes! Mom's
stuff was out of the question. She was a big woman. Two maybe three XL. I
asked her, what we can do. She said she'll figure something out. Mom went
into her drawer and got a nightie that was still a bit too big for me. I
was swimming in it! But at least the nightgown felt smooth and silky on my
skin.
With no underwear on, either, I was going to have to spend the rest of the
day almost nude. I felt naked and exotic walking around mom's place with
only just an over sized nightgown on. I tried my best to stay cool and
collected. But my breasts and pussy were easily visible through mom's
borrowed clothes. My new body was tingly and sensitive. I liked it.
Mom told me to get back on the PC and get the number for the welfare
office. It would sound more convincing if I called them to set up an
appointment. Tell them that I was Pamela Cunningham and that I needed
assistance for my daughter since I had hit hard times. In the meantime as
I was calling, Mom went off into another room and I could hear her
rummaging through some things.
Since mom was away in the other room, I picked up my niece, no my daughter
Becky and I held her as I dialed the phone number. I stroked her hair and
tickled her a bit as I was put on hold to wait for the operator. Becky
didn't flinch or complain as I held her. One would think she would be
confused. But she felt right at home on my lap. I'm glad little Becky is
such a calm, polite little girl.
When the phone connected and I talked to the social workers, they took
some information. Well, I gave them Mom's address and other basic info.
They said they would take in the rest when I showed up the next day. It
would usually take a few more days but they told me I was lucky (once
again!) that another appointment got canceled and there was time to see
us. I would get some preliminary assistance and some food vouchers that
day. I was happy with their call. So far so good. Our plan was running
smoothly.
I heard Mom calling me, So I walked over to the other room, Becky in tow.
There laid on the guest bed was a bunch of skimpy clothes. Tiny panties,
tube tops, thongs and leggings. Plus some big sexy bras. Pamela's slut
gear. It was an inside joke I used to say to myself and friends. My sis
has always been horny girl ever since she got all busty after puberty. And
now I guess I'm going to have to wear her stuff. Since there's nothing
else here at home.
I asked mom if there was anything more...'normal' But she nodded no. She
said I should be so lucky to even have this much here. This was stuff she
probably forgot about a long time ago. I picked up one of her bras. They
were larger than mine. Although my new breasts were pretty big. Becky's
dad before he went to jail, paid to get Pamela some bigger boobs. Too bad
it was paid for with stolen money. When Becky's dad finally got arrested
for his crimes, Pamela dumped him. And he went to jail. My sis's longest
relationship ended. And she went back to her slutty ways. I don't think my
sister's learned a thing.
As I stared at the skimpy clothes, I heard Mom shout, "Look Gregory! We
got lucky again! She left an old purse here! Take a peek inside!" I passed
Becky over to her grandma. She stretched her arms out for her grandma to
carry. A sweet kiss is heard. As I unlatched the button on sis's old purse
I found some condoms and some birth control pills, cigarettes and various
other prosty needs. But, sticking out in a pocket was her ID! And it was
still good! It had her name on it and everything! I remember a few months
back, Pamela asked me for a ride to the DMV because she lost her ID. But
here it is now! I stare at the tiny picture. I think I can get away with
this. I look pretty close to her picture. Mom agrees.
The rest of the day goes by uneventfully. Other than me being a woman
though. I spent the rest of the day learning womanly mannerisms from my
mom. I think I got it. I took a nice long bath along with little Becky.
She loved splashing in the water and I had a wonderful experience getting
to know my womanly body. Mine. It was strange and fulfilling being a
mother. I need to talk to Pamela, set her straight. Becky is such a calm,
cute little girl. As Pamela's only brother I have to scold her. She needs
to take care of her daughter better.
After our little pretend mother daughter bonding, We both dried each other
off and went to bed. I was back in my mom's big nightgown, and Becky had
some cute little pajamas. Mom even came in and kissed us both and said
good night. It was strange having to sleep in a different position,
because of my new body shape, but I found a way.
Of course once Mom and Becky were asleep, I got to know myself more
intimately. Something I'vebeen wanting to do since I changed. I touched
myself all over. My bed sheets shifted as I was stroking and caressing my
womanly body. It was a new, totally different experience. Something I
could never do as a man. It felt great. It's strange and funny. I haven't
slept with a girl in a few years, but now I am a girl and getting to play
with myself. I kept it secret, but in my sisters purse there was a little
nubby vibrator toy. I did my best to keep quiet as I pushed the buzzy
thing into my lady parts. It was amazing! The build up and the crashing
high as my body spasmed in orgasm. I had to dig my face into my pillow and
bite into it to keep from screaming. No wonder why my sister is such a
slut. Woman's orgasms are an adventure all its own. It's after midnight
and I finally doze off to sleep in a womanly afterglow. I think to myself,
'this is a far as I go with my body'
Today is the big day! Becky wakes me out of bed. She rubs her eyes. She
grabs my finger and pulls me out of bed. Mom's making a simple breakfast
with the little bit of food I brought the day before. We calmly eat
together. Becky makes a mess, but mom says she'll clean her up. I take a
quick shower. I feel refreshed and very womanly. Mom is there waiting in
the room. She wants to help me get ready. I could hear Becky playing with
something over in the living room.
Mom did her best to find the most decent clothes of the bunch that was
left there with her. And still that's saying a lot. Mom told me that she
was sorry, and that what she picked was better than nothing. I thanked
mom, and reassured her that everything will be alright.
I stared and pulled up the tiny black thong up my legs. I only hope that
they were clean. I really don't know where my sis has been. My hips held
up the thin string very naughty-like. A tiny patch covered up my pubes and
the back rode up my butt crack. It itched something fierce right there
where god split me in two. But I had to get used to it. Then came a really
tiny pair of short shorts. They were wide enough for my hips but were cut
off everywhere else. It really pushed out my butt. It was still quite
small. But it was better than nothing. I touched the fuzzy edges of them.
No pockets on them either. I guess that's what purses are for.
I couldn't believe I was thinking this, but I really wanted to try on a
bra. But Pamela's cups were too big and Mom's bras were too wide, It would
have looked funny wearing either of them. Mom brought out a sort of
stretchy looking purple tube top. Mom says to raise my arms as she pulled
it down my body. It nestles on my ribs. The fabric stretches out and
contours my breasts. Further adding to my slutty ensemble. My big areolas
and nipples poke through the fabric. No one will be able to look away,
everyone's going to see my boobs. I get excited just thinking about it. I
was starting to feel quite slutty. Just like my sis.
I still look pretty much naked, with my shorts and tube top. Mom pulls out
a big, soft, dark, sweater. It was over in her closet. I put my arms
through the holes. It's two sizes too big, but I guess it will do the job.
I roll up the sleeves just a bit. I look frail and tiny inside mom's over
sized sweater. Further adding to my prosty look, Mom grabbed some blue
leggings. The morning was still chilly and I felt it. She grabbed one and
bunched it up, almost looking like a ball. But she told me how to put it
on. I was going to put my toes through them and gently pull them up as far
as they can go. They both settled between my knees and thighs. Mom gave me
a pair of shiny silver heels to wear. It made me feel taller. My legs
looked damn hot and sexy. I think I'm becoming a leg guy. As seeing my own
legs with these big socks is just turning me on. Over and over again, I
mumble to myself, 'its just pretend, do it for your niece' it helps a bit,
but not much. My pussy tingles and twitches as my brain goes crazy with
all this stimulus.
Mom led me over to her make-up drawer and mirror. I took small steps,
since I've never worn heels before. But I think I'm a quick learner. I
could hear my mom chatting away. I would nod an reply in short words. I
was quiet and aloof. But deep inside I was in a sexy daze. I just knew I
looked hotter than my sister. I was giddy and felt all floaty. It felt so
wrong yet seemed so right. At least Mom didn't go crazy with the make up.
I've seen Pamela cake it on herself. Mom put a bit of powdery stuff on my
cheeks, some rouge-stuff over my eyes and some funky, whitish lipstick on
my mouth. Mom then proceeded to comb my hair. It was long and pretty.
There seemed like there was no trace of me ever being Gregory. I really
was Pamela! Even Becky called me mama when he curiously went into the room
to see what we were doing.
I was strangely confident, as I stood around, waiting for Becky's turn to
get dressed. I felt beautiful and sexy. I stared at myself in front of her
mirror. I know I looked trashy, with what little I had. But I need to show
confidence or this crazy plan isn't going to work. I looked over and saw
Becky screaming. Mom did her best but Becky didn't like her hair being
combed, but mom settled on some short pigtails. Little Becky is putting me
back into perspective. I felt more normal again. That giddy high was still
lingering, but I needed to get my shit together. But before that, a
naughty thought ran through my feminine mind. I wanted to play a little
prank on my mom.
I walked towards her. I swayed my hips and clanked my heels on the hard
floor. "Mom," I said in my sexy voice, "Why don't I leave Becky here with
you, and I go out and have some fun? I'm much more hotter than Pamela and
I know I can make more money than she ever could? It would be lot more fun
than going to some boring welfare office?" I did my best impression of my
sister.
I saw my mom go white as a sheet! She looked like she was going to faint.
Mom dropped her comb and grabbed the side of her dresser drawer and
shouted, "Lord have mercy on me! I already have one promiscuous daughter
what am I going to do with another one!" Becky giggled when her
grandmother said that. She could tell grandma was just being playful and
exaggerating! We all were. We all burst out in a fit of laughter. There
was nothing else we could do. This pretend mother/daughter duo was all
ready to go!
The wait for the bus was a bit awkward. Mom walked with us a few blocks so
we can catch the bus. But once she left. The men waiting there with me,
were staring a bit too lewdly. I pretended to avoid eye contact with them
and just played a bit with Becky. The bus came and we all got aboard. I
sat in the front and folded up my stroller. I looked out the window and
saw the bus head closer to the subway terminal.
While I certainly could have driven to the offices, I had enough fuel in
my car. There was no car seat, and the cops would surely pull me over for
not having Becky safely buckled. I decided to catch the bus and subway
into town. Pamela was smart enough to leave a stroller, but she left
Becky's car seat at her home. Sis should think things through better, I
say. I know that seemed like a good enough excuse. I'm sure a neighbor
could have let us borrow a car seat. But deep inside, I just wanted an
excuse to show off my body. I was still curious and wanted to know what it
felt like being my sister.
As we pay for the subway pass. The machine clanks and makes a ticket. I
see some security guards glancing over at me. They are pretending to look
past me. But I've done that trick to when I was a man. They want a peek to
see if I'm what they think I am. I'm getting oogled by more men and even a
few women. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, going out in public like
this. But whats done is done. My goals are set, and I'd better get them
done.
After a few minutes on the train, I finally had my fill of being a pretend
prostitute. Damn, these people on the train sure do have intense stares. I
cant help it right now though. Women look at me with hatred and disgust
and the men are undressing me with their nasty imaginations. I'm just
trying to mind my business. They never met me before, but they already
think I'm a slut. But I guess it doesn't help the situation with the way I
look and dress. But what was cute and fun in the beginning, now feels like
a chore. I've got to keep going. This is all for my niece's sake.
With only a few stops later, it's gotten steadily worse. They don't even
care that I have my niece with me. I'm tense again. The nasty men just
want to see what's under my panties. All I am to them is a sexy piece of
meat. As the subway trolley hits a bad patch, the train jumps and shakes a
bit. I can see them staring and licking their lips. They want to fuck me
and see my body jiggle. Would I have been acting the same if I was in
their position? I can see them whispering, but they are afraid to come
over since I have Becky with me. But I'm sure one of them will be brave
and stupid enough to try and ask me 'how much?'
And it's all my sisters fault. Knowing her, I think she's slept or at
least fooled around with some men on the train here. If any of them come,
I'll just pretend I don't know them. Which is true in a sense. I'd better
keep my guard up.
I gain a new strange appreciation for my sister Pamela, she's a genuine
prostitute, and I'm just an imitation. Although it was exciting pretending
to be her. She's brave and stupid for choosing the life she has. I have to
realize that I'm just a regular guy. When I go back to being a man I'm
going to try and not be like the men I see today on this train. Need to be
more respectful and human. I better be careful, this is a dangerous game.
I need to be distant and aloof. It should keep them away. They like what
they see because my body screams 'fuck me.' After I take Becky to get her
help, I need to find more decent clothes.
Each time the train stops and new people get on and off, its geting
steadily more full. Everyone's going to work or school. I can see all of
them staring at my body. Men trying to brush up against me. They nervously
try to stand near me and get a view of my thighs and glance down at bra-
less chest. Women are gossiping in the distance over what a hardcore tramp
I am. They feel pity for the little girl next to me. I can only imagine
them saying how she'll probably be a tramp like her mom when she gets
older.
But as much as this trip quickly turned sour. I've never felt so turned on
before! I'm disgusted yet intrigued. More and more, I keep telling myself,
I cant believe my sister lives like this! For a second I imagine myself
doing exactly what the pervs want. I wince again in disgust. I cant have
dirty, sick men touch me. I'm not my sister! I cant get caught up! I cant
let my disguise take over. No matter how sexy I look and feel, I'm doing
this for my niece, Becky. If I don't do this, Becky and my Mom are going
have it real hard. I don't want them to starve. If I can get them a few
weeks of food then this is all worth it. I cant stay a woman for too long.
I still have my life to get to.
Finally, a couple leaves and a seat opens up. I push my niece on her
stroller and plant myself on the subway seat. I look at my niece, Becky
and she stares back at me. My niece is such a observant little girl. she's
a little hesitant. She know's people are staring. Does this happen to her
a lot when she's with her real mom? I relax a bit, I pick her up and give
Becky a little snack from my purse. But I don't let my guard down. The
conductor announces the next stop. We're almost there, we're still a few
stops away. I realize now, being a woman is tough. Mom also had it hard
raising the both of us. I'd better thank her tons when we get home later.
I couldn't get off the train fast enough when we got to our stop. My goal
was a few blocks away, the Social services building. My stroller rattled a
bit on the pavement. But Becky was enjoying the view of downtown plaza and
giggled as the street pigeons flew away. I already knew what to say to the
caseworkers. Mom and I planned it a bit. It should go smoothly. But now I
thought about how to get home. Once the interview is finished, I should
call a taxi. I don't want to take the subway back home if my appointment
takes too long. Once subway trip dressed like a slut is enough for me
thank you.
As I make it to the building, it's automatic doors open. Becky and I wince
as the blast of air from the humming machine hits us. The place is full
and I sign in to the notepad on the desk. "Wish me luck" I say to Becky.
She smiles and giggles.
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