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Morality Laws By Julie O Chapter 1 So, where to begin? My life totally changed on the first day back from winter break the senior year of high school. At the time I was an average high school student; average grades, average size, average build, and average family. I also wasn't sure what I would be doing after graduation. I had been accepted at the local community college, but that really didn't thrill me all that much. My family situation was also pretty average for the times. Dad was middle management with the local pharmaceutical plant and Mom worked as a receptionist for a dentist. My older sister Amanda was in her second year of nursing college, a very socially acceptable career for a woman. Yeah, about that I guess I better talk a little about the National Morality Laws as they are the reason I am who I am today. I guess we should start with a history lesson. Right after the end of World War III, the United States was on the top of the world. Things got even better when we had defeated The Soviet Union and its allies when the Korean War became a world conflict. While we defeated communism due to our technology, many in the country felt this was due to divine intervention, that we were morally superior to them. These ideas soon lead to a sweeping string of new laws, which together became known as the National Morality Laws. They soon dictated many aspects of everyday life. I was born well after the laws were accepted as just part of life and no one seemed to argue against them. The laws are in some ways very traditional in terms of family values, in that men are supposed to be main breadwinners and women are to take lower status careers or to be housewives. Oh there are exceptions, but it is frowned upon by the authorities. Surprisingly, there were some of the laws were rather liberal in their rules. Homosexuality was legalized in 1956 as it was determined that it was a natural behavior by science. Considering that they were known as the Morality Laws they were not totally based on religious texts, rather they heavily used scientific studies. Even today, the Department of Morality, or as it is better known, The Ministry, is known for its great scientific accomplishments. Same sex marriage was legalized in the 1960's right after interracial marriages. They had to follow the same rules as traditional marriage; basically they had to attend mandatory pre-marriage classes and follow the extremely restrictive rules regarding divorce. Another more enlightened part of the laws involved prostitution. The lawmakers at the time determined that legalized prostitution was a necessary evil. It gave men; especially married men a way to relieve their sexual urge. The Ministry decided that it was better for society to legalize sexual vices than to ignore them or to pretend they didn't exist. This way married men could have an outlet for their sexual needs without committing adultery. Surprisingly, many married women supported these laws. While the laws were advertised as a compromise and a way to better society there was a dark side to them. The Ministry established the rules and laws that controlled prostitution based in part on the way the ancient Roman Empire did. By doing so, it set strict differences designed to mark and keep prostitutes in their place, beneath regular citizens. Prostitution was strictly controlled, regulated and taxed. Prostitutes were allowed to either work in sanctioned brothels or could be independents in areas without a legalized brothel. If they worked in a brothel, they didn't have to pay taxes on their earnings, which was the responsibility of the brothel owners. Independent prostitutes did have to pay the taxes themselves. The revenue raised by the taxes went to fund numerous social services and this further increased society's acceptance of legalized sex. No one knows how much revenue the Ministry gains through their taxes. There were other rules that were more restrictive. Prostitutes were not considered full citizens; they could not get married, they could not vote, have a passport, or be on a jury. If they left the country they could not return, unless they had special permission from The Ministry. Many who left did so to marry, and as brides they were highly cherished. Additionally, even to leave the country legally, a prostitute had to pay a large fee to The Ministry, so many just tried to sneak out. The fines for those who got caught were extreme. Many thought these rules were put in place to protect the Ministry's finances. Prostitutes were also restricted to where they would live and work. They were allowed to buy property, but only in designated districts, so as not to offend the morality of regular citizens. Outside of their districts they were not allowed to go into houses of worship, schools, and many other public places, unless they had permission from the Morality Police or MPs as everyone called them. Any prostitute who got pregnant was forced to give up the child to be adopted. Over time, most prostitutes had themselves sterilized to avoid this issue. The MPs only worked with regular law enforcement when there was conflict between local laws and the morality laws. The MPs often worked out compromises that settled disputes quietly and quickly. In fact most regular citizens rarely saw any conflict. Those who worked for the Ministry were well respected members of society as they kept the illusion that America was a moral and righteous country. Another aspect that prostitutes had to deal with was the dress code. Again the Ministry looked to the ancient Romans for guidance. Prostitutes were to dress at all times in a manner that distinguished themselves from regular citizens. Clothing was to always be brightly colored and revealing. The main exception to the bright colors rule was that the fetish prostitutes wore all black. There were also color rules to designate what kind of prostitute they were. This was normally done as part of the hair color. Women had to have at least a quarter of the hair dyed bright red. For male prostitutes, yes there are male prostitutes; the color was blue if they were strictly heterosexual or orange if they were gay or bisexual. If they had a shaved head, then they were to have tattooed colors on their scalp. Transgendered prostitutes had to use purple, as they were considered neither male nor female. Additional rules also included identifying tattoos on wrists. A guild tattoo on the left wrist marked the person into the trade for their life. The punishments for violations of the law were severe and therefore rarely violated. Punishments ranged from monetary, imprisonment, and public humiliation. By the time I was born they were as accepted by all manners of society as any of the morality laws. It was just accepted as a necessary part of a strong moral society. On the plus side, there were also severe laws for citizens who violated or abused prostitutes. Rates of service were set by local officials and leaders of the local prostitution guilds. Additionally there rules that protected prostitutes from physical abuse. Punishment for violation of the law was harsh as it was meant to discourage violations. Now, how did people become prostitutes? Most volunteered, after attending mandatory state training, run by the MPs. Others were assigned for committing certain morality crimes like adultery. One group of people were not eligible to become prostitutes were rapists and child molesters. They faced punishments ranging from castration, life imprisonment or public execution. Over time a new group of people became assigned to a life of prostitution, these were people who testing determined that they should become prostitutes. While it was initially done to help people who were conflicted with their lives, the truth was that it was done to keep the brothels fully staffed. A full brothel kept the general population happy and content. It also meant the money would keep rolling in to the Ministry. No one asked if those forced to become prostitutes were happy. The ministry publicly justified forced prostitution as it was best for society and that sometimes there had to be those who were sacrificed for the good of the many. As most of the population was unaffected by this, the process was accepted. The exact criteria that determined who was selected for mandatory induction into prostitution was a closely guarded secret by The Ministry. Officially this was done to prevent people from cheating. What was made public that some of the criteria were genetic, observed behaviors from public officials, including teachers, clergy and doctors, and the rest on a series of written aptitude tests that all students took once they showed signs of entering puberty There were rumors, unproven rumors, that sometimes a person was selected just because a member of The Ministry wanted then to be a prostitute. Whenever additional prostitutes of any kind were needed, The Ministry would enact enforced recruitment. This was never advertised when it was enforced, it just happened and a small group of high school seniors were selected to fill the ranks. Each year the total number was relatively small and spread out over the general population so there was no public outcry. And this is where my life changed. As I said I was an average person back then. I was 5-10 and weighed around 140 lbs. My light brown hair was long and ran down to my collar. Back then I was known as Jake Baker. On the first day back from winter break I arrived at school to find the usual long lines to pick up our new class schedules. When I reached the head of the line I was told that I had to go to the guidance office to pick up mine. I didn't give it any thought as this was a common occurrence for seniors as they wanted to make sure that you had the right credits to graduate. When I arrived in the office I saw dozens of other students, including one of my best friends Dave Long. We spent our time waiting bullshitting until I heard my name called out by Mrs. Jordan, my career counselor. "Jake, please follow me back to the conference room. I need to talk to you about one of your classes and it's too noisy here," she said. I didn't give it a second thought as I walked behind her into the room. As soon as we entered the room I heard the door close behind us. As I turned around, I saw two large men in dark gray suits that I immediately recognized as MPs. One them grabbed me and placed a damp piece of cloth over my mouth. As I drifted into blackness, the last thing I heard was Mrs. Jordan telling me she was sorry. Chapter 2 It was very confusing when I woke up. I was lying on my back on an examination table. I tried to get up, but found that I was restrained. That was the least of my problems. I was totally naked and could see an IV in each arm. Additionally there was a tube in my rectum and I could feel it slowly pumping a warm thick fluid into my body. I could also see a woman, in lab coat marked "Department of Morality Medical Department" on it, about to insert a nozzle into my mouth. What was shocking was that the nozzle looked like the head of an erect cock. The woman smiled at me as she slipped into my mouth. "Don't fight it as it will go easier for you," she said. "I'm your nurse, Miss Kennedy." I was too out of it to resist and felt the nozzle fill my mouth. She attached it to a harness and then hooked up a tube to the nozzle. When she flipped on a switch, the probe began to slowly move in and out of my mouth. I could then feel a warm creamy fluid enter my mouth, which I was forced to swallow. I also found my mouth began to automatically suck on the probe. "Very good, you're taking to it very naturally," she said as she adjusted the harness. I couldn't tell her that I didn't have a choice. "Now my dear, I must tell you that you have selected for transformation into a transgendered prostitute. Your test scores show that you will be an excellent whore," she said as she read what looked like a medical chart. My eyes opened wide and I tried to get up, but I was too weak and the bonds too strong. She let out a laugh. "Oh Honey, it's too late for that. Your body has already taken in the first two doses of hormones. Even if you got out right now, you'd soon have a feminized body," she explained. "The process works at the genetic level so the changes are permanent." We had been taught about the process of transformation in human sexuality class. The Department of Morality's science department had developed an incredible process to feminize men to become what they called sheplacements. What used to take years was now accomplished in weeks. The subject would soon have a very feminine body, with breasts and other female curves. The subject would still have a small but functional penis as after all, they were going to be sex workers. It was also taught that once the process started, there was no turning back. Tears formed in each of my eyes and ran down the side of my face. The doctor softly wiped them away. "I know Honey that this is a shock, but you'll soon adjust, besides this is the last treatment you'll get this month," she explained. Another woman walked in, she was a very attractive tall blond. I figured she was in her late twenties. "When I can start working on her?" she asked. "She'll be ready in an hour," replied Ms. Kennedy. The other woman walked over and stood over me as if she was examining my face and body. "Very nice, she'll be quite stunning when we're done with her," she said. I could see she wore a coat that had "Department of Morality Beautician" embroidered on it. "Honey, my name is Kelly, and I will be making you over so you'll be very hot looking," she explained. "I will also be assisting you in your transition to becoming a t-girl." I wanted to shout out in rage, but the probe prevented it. I also began to feel very sleepy again. "That's it Honey, go to sleep, when you wake up you'll be so sexy and beautiful," she said. Chapter 3 I slowly came to. I found myself lying back in what felt like a barber's chair. It then hit me that it was the type of chair I had seen in a hair salon. "Well, look who's awake!" said Kelly cheerfully. "Now let me help you slowly and you can see the new you." She adjusted the chair and turned it so that I was facing a mirror. I gasped when I saw myself. "You are hot, Honey," said Kelly. "You're my team's best work in a long time." I just stared at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was now nearly white with lavender colored streaks running through it. "I bleached your hair so we could use a lighter purple, it's a sexier look," explained Kelly. The streaks in my hair now identified me to the world as transgendered prostitute. I was horrified, but I couldn't look away. My hair was also now cut and styled into a very feminine cut. As I took in my new look I absorbed the changes. My eyebrows were now highly arched and much thinner. I had long thick eyelashes and dark eyeliner. Kelly explained that the eyeliner was permanent, using a new laser tattooing process. My lips were thicker and tinted a pink. I learned that was also due to laser tattooing. "Those are what we call 'cocksucker lips' "added Kelly. "They will make you popular and attract men." "You're not helping" I said and then gasped. My voice was different "Your vocal cords were given injections. Over the next few weeks you'll soon have an even softer feminine voice," said Kelly. "Oh, I am helping. Honey, your body is your moneymaker now." I felt a tear run down my cheek and when I reached up to wipe it away I saw that I had long purple nails. I looked down at them and could only shake my head. I then saw the tattoo on my left wrist; it was the symbol of the guild of transgendered prostitutes. It was a purple circle with three pokes jutting out, one was an arrow, one a cross and the third was a combination of the two. "That was also done by laser. It lasts longer and looks better. It also cannot be removed, not that you'd want to try," said Kelly. "It's an automatic five- year prison sentence to even try to remove a whore tattoo." I didn't reply and I examined myself. I turned my head to see that each ear had multiple studs. I also noticed that I had a nose stud. I then stuck out my tongue to see it too had a stud in it. "I have one too, my boyfriend loves it when I give him head," said Kelly as she stuck out her tongue. I almost gagged when she said this. Not that she gave her boyfriend oral sex, but that I would be expected to suck cock now. Noticing the look on my face she laughed. "Honey, in a short time you'll be happy you have it as it gets guys off faster," she explained. "Stop calling me that," I said. "What?" asked Kelly "Stop calling me Honey, my name is Jake," I said softly. Kelly shook her head. "Not anymore dear, your legal name is now Honey, in fact your complete name is Honey Wilder," she said as she looked some papers on a clipboard. "What?" I explained as I looked at the papers. "All new girls are given a new first and last name. It was picked out for you months ago," replied Kelly. I then remembered something that all prostitutes were given new names by the government. Partly this was done to give the prostitute a fresh start, but mainly to protect the privacy of the family. "Months ago?" I asked. Kelly nodded. "Honey Wilder?" I asked. "Is that a bit much?" "Not really I've heard much worse. Don't forget names must be considered appropriate for your position in society," replied Kelly. "There are four regular girls in your class that are becoming prostitutes too. They will also have the same last name as you. In a way you're all sisters now." As she told this I remembered something about the names of prostitutes. They were not allowed to have names from the approved list of acceptable baby names from the Department of Morality. Acceptable names for all female and transgendered prostitutes included flowers, locations, food, and animals. Male prostitutes could be names after metal, trees, animals, and locations. "When you leave here today you will be Honey Wilder. You'll have a new school ID, Social Security Card and birth certificate. Also all your records will reflect your new identity," she said. "What about my driver's license?" I asked. Kelly shook her head. "Sorry, you can't have one, it's the law. Don't worry; you'll have no trouble getting a ride." One of the many rules included that prostitutes were not allowed to drive. I later learned that this had created a whole new industry to provide drivers. Many of them were paroled criminals who were not allowed to hold more respectable jobs for a period of 5 years. "This is too much," I said and I began to sob. "I can't do this." Kelly put her arms around me to comfort me and even though I hated what she did to me, I hugged her back. When I was done crying her handed a box of tissues. "I haven't cried in years," I said as I wiped my eyes. "You haven't been pumped up with female hormones before either," she added. I turned to her and said, "So this is just the start?" Kelly nodded. "The physical changes have already started; by the end of 30 days you'll have a very nice body. Do you want to see what you should look like?" she asked. "What?" I asked. "How do you know that?" Kelly walked over and picked up her laptop. She clicked on a file and then showed me the screen. It was a split screen, showing me one side naked as a boy and on the other side naked with a very feminine body. It was a 3-D image and I was able to move it around. "They have this down to a science with a 98% degree of accuracy," said Kelly. "Your stats are more exaggerated than those of a real woman, as you're going to be a whore. Your figure will be around 38DD, 23-36. They also made sure you're going to have a very shapely ass. I know it sounds extreme, but you'll thank us later. You'll be very popular and that means more money." I shook my head and Kelly put her hand on my shoulder. "Honey, you don't have a say in this. The treatment isn't just physical, it's mental too. Your mind will be very susceptible to suggestion from the training you'll be receiving. You will be programmed to be a perfect prostitute and you will love pleasuring your clients." "And what will my family think?" I asked. "They're being briefed as we speak by the Department. There's nothing anyone can do about this, don't fight it, it will be easier for you." "They already know?" I asked. Kelly nodded. "They just found out this morning, right after you were taken. The MPs are also at your home giving your room a makeover along with replacing your wardrobe," she said. I slumped down. It was all so damn efficient I thought. In a day, my life was totally changed. "Now don't worry about your parents. They can't kick you out or anything like that. They have to take care of you for the next three to four months" "Why would they kick me out?" I asked "I didn't want this." "People are funny when this happens," she said. I listened to her words but wasn't worried, my parents loved me. "Wait, did you say three to four months?" I asked. She nodded. "Yes, that is time your initial schooling will take. After that you go to work, and I bet that some of the big time brothels will want you," she said. "But that will be March or April, what about graduation?" I asked. Kelly grinned back at me. "Oh Honey, whores aren't allowed to graduate high school or to have any form of formal higher education. Officially you'll be listed as a high school dropout, but you won't really care once you start working. However, I have heard that many of the better brothels have their own form of providing unofficial education on finance, culture, and other topics you'll need." I lowered my head and let out a sigh. That morning I was just an average high school student. Now I was on the path to becoming a transgendered whore without even a high school diploma. "What's the big deal about getting a high school diploma? I asked. "It's designed to keep you down and in your place below respectable society," she replied. "But I'll be good enough to have sex with," I said softly. "Honey, I'm sorry if I seemed rather nonchalant about this is that I'm been doing makeovers for The Ministry for 7 years. Most of my clients are volunteers but I've done many girls like you. I just accept it as part our society," explained Kelly. "This is my job, but I'm not blind to what you're going through, I will do my best to help you accept your new status. It's best that you accept what's happening too." "And how should I see it?" I asked. "I never wanted any of this." Kelly shrugged her shoulders. "They picked you for this Honey and they're always right, I don't think too much about it," she answered. "Besides in a few weeks, you'll be more accepting of your new life. Now, let's get you dressed, do your makeup and get you home." Chapter 4 I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn't believe my eyes. I was dressed in my new school uniform. Our school has a uniform policy, as was recommended by the Department of Morality. For winter the guys wore blue trousers, white shirt, tie and sweater or jacket. Girls wore a plaid pleated skirt, knee socks, white blouse and jacket or sweater. While school policy also dictated that for regular girls, their skirts couldn't be higher than two inches above the knees, my skirt was much higher and it barely covered my butt. My purple panties were visible if I moved around too much. Kelly told me that this was to get me used to the prostitute dress code. She said that much of non-school clothing would have purple in it, as a way of advertising who and what I was. Instead of the flats the girls wore, my shoes were high heels. I was struggling on the two inch heels, but Kelly told me that I would soon be used to 4-5 inch heels. I also got to wear stockings. The whole garter belt thing was a new experience. My blouse was filled out by my breast pads. And instead of the girl's blouse that was buttoned up to the top, mine was low cut to show off cleavage, my cleavage, well it would be my cleavage soon according to Kelly. As she looked at my breasts, she said by the end of the week I wouldn't need them. She explained the growth process was very fast "You might even be up to a DD-cup by the time they're done growing," she commented. "They're also be very nice and firm." "They can't be serious about my breasts becoming this big," I grumbled. "Honey it will be a blessing once you start working. Men love big tits. I'm a 36 D, and my boyfriend wants them to be bigger," she replied. "Just remember, even though prices are set, you can get tips and that's where you make the big bucks." I sighed. "I don't want to be a whore," I bemoaned. She gently placed her hand on my shoulder. "It's not your decision, Honey. Stop looking at the past, you're going to be a prostitute, the decision has been made by The Ministry," she countered. "Now let's finish your makeup. Don't worry about how to do it today. I'm going to be teaching you and your sisters how to do makeup over the coming weeks." "I'm sure they already know how to do it," I said. Kelly shook her head. "I'm talking makeup that catches a man's eyes, sexy overdone makeup like that takes some lessons. Remember Honey, you are leaving the mainstream life behind. If you are out in public and the MPs think you are trying to pass as a non-prostitute they will make life uncomfortable for you. From this point on you need to seen as a whore, even in districts with brothels. They'll cut you some slack while you're here but they will still hassle you." Chapter 5 Thankfully I was taken home after my makeover. I wasn't in the mood to be walking around my school as the newly reborn Honey Wilder, high school whore. Kelly did explain that the other girls were also sent home as they the rest of the school would be given the news of our new status. "The school is required to hold mandatory training for all staff and students. There are penalties for violations of the rules," she explained. "Like what?" I asked as I rubbed my throat. It felt sore; I assumed it was due to the massive amount of female hormones surging through my body. "They can't harass you, they can't hurt you, they can't rape you," she replied. "And they can't have sex with you until the proper time." "What?" I exclaimed. "When is the proper time?" "In a few weeks, you and the other girls will be made available each day. It will start off small, one session per day, then two, then multiple sessions per day." "Wait! You mean I'm going to have sex with my classmates during school hours?" I asked. Kelly nodded. "No fucking way," I replied. "I'm not going to do that." "Not only you will, but you will learn to love it," she said. "I can't do it. I'm not gay," I said. "Honey, you don't have a say in this. This will go better for you if you accept it," she continued. "Besides, you're not a male anymore so it's not gay." I sat in silence. "So how will this work?" I asked not really wanting to hear the answer. "It's all controlled as part of your training. First it will just be oral, but later it will include intercourse," she answered. "Oh, it won't just be students, staff can participate too." "How does this happen? Do they just sign up?" I answered as I thought about the sexual acts I would be expected to do. Kelly nodded. "Exactly," she replied. "You will have some input into your partners as your training progresses." "Won't this be a disruption to the school?" I asked. "Oh, I forget that your school hasn't been picked in a while. There will be sessions set up each day. In most schools you have to beat them away with a stick. I expect you'll be quite popular," she said. "Why? I would think the real girls will be the ones they want," I replied. "You're forbidden fruit. Most guys hate for anyone to question their sexuality, but they can have sex with you and not think of themselves as less than a man," she explained. "Did the Ministry tell you that or your boyfriend?" I asked sarcastically. "Both," she replied with a laugh. "In fact I took him to The Diamond Club in Philly for his birthday so he could be with a girl like you. He loved it." Even a suburban kid growing up outside Philadelphia like me had heard of The Diamond Club. It was supposed to be one of the best brothels in the country. They only had clubs in major cities and they were often in the news for celebrity events. There were brothels in most areas. They ranged from the small privately owned clubs to big corporately owned places. The closest brothel to our town was 6 miles away and located far from almost anything. It was a bunch of trailers and it looked as bad as it sounds. It was just off the turnpike and always had large trucks parked in the lot. I didn't ask any more questions on the way home as I thought about what my parents would say when they saw me. Maybe there was a way they could get me out of this. Chapter 6 I sat across from my parents at the dining room table along with Kelly and three other members of The Ministry. I so wanted to crawl under the table to escape the looks of horror and disgust I saw on my parent's faces. They seemed angry at me, as if this was my choice. I was told at the start of the discussion that I was not to speak as I had no say into what was happening. I wanted to scream out in rage, but I kept my mouth shut. The MPs explained that I was selected based on well tested calculations and that personal choice was not a part of the selection process. Next they explained in detail the rules and what would happen over the next three to four months. I felt physically ill listening to what was going to happen to me. It was also very uncomfortable to have my parents hear it too. Next, they told my parents how we would be protected from any harassment from the community. First, my parents would receive a large monetary compensation. To my surprise this seemed to make them happy. My parents also seemed to realize that they would have protection from harassment at work or home regarding my new status. I kept hoping they would say something in my defense, but all they seemed concerned about was how they were to be treated. I soon wanted them to leave so I could talk to my parents in private. I wanted to hear them say something comforting and that they still loved me. I was also starting to feel sick, like I was coming down with the flu. The MPs got up and left. Kelly stuck around for a few minutes and explained to my parents how she would be assisting me. My parents didn't seem too happy about this. She said told me that she would come and help me with my makeup when I went back to school. To my surprise, I was pleased to hear this. I didn't want to look like a clown on my first day back to school as Honey Wilder. I mentioned to her that I felt sick and she said that was common, it was my body reacting to my treatments, but to call her if needed. After she left there was a long silence. We sat there and no one said a thing. Finally Mom asked me how I felt. I immediately broke down and cried. She hesitated at first but then came over and comforted me, while Dad just stared in silence. After a few minutes, I regained composure and I was able to look at him. "Dad, I didn't do anything wrong," I said. "I've never wanted to be a girl." After a long uncomfortable silence he spoke. "There has to be a reason. You must have done something to bring shame on our family," he said firmly. "We raised you the right way." As I started to speak, he put up his hand. "I need a drink," he stated as he shook his head in disgust. "How am I going to live this down...my ...child is a whore." He then stood up and walked away. I watched him put on his coat and head out the door. He turned to Mom and told her don't wait up, he would be out late. Mom nodded, got up and watched him leave. I suspected that she wanted to leave too. "Mom, I'm sorry," I said as I started to cry again. "This isn't going to be easy for him," she said as she wiped tears from her eyes. "This won't be easy for me either...what will people think of us? We don't deserve this, we're good people." I wanted to scream out, what about me? But I couldn't only stare at her in silence; I was too shocked by her self-pity and lack of compassion for me. "This won't be easy for either of us, what will people think of us?" she continued as she stared out the window. "Even with the assurances from the MPs, we have our reputations and jobs to think of." It hit me that she wasn't talking to me; she was lost in her own thoughts. I lowered my head into my hands and began to sob. "This isn't just about you," she said as she turned and looked at me. I looked up at her in shock. "What do you mean? Look at me!" "I'm being honest. In four months you'll be moving out, our lives will have to continue, we will still be part of this community," she continued. "We did our best to raise our children and now this happens! I don't know how I'll get through this!" "And in four months I will be a whore," I said softly as I wiped my eyes. "How do you think I feel?" "It won't be easy for any of us," she repeated as she walked into the kitchen. I suddenly felt very much alone. I stood up and slowly walked up to my room. Chapter 7 At first my room didn't seem different, but then I saw the makeup table in the corner where my desk had been. My bedding was also changed. The comforter was red and the sheets floral. I then looked in my dresser and closet and found that there was only girl clothing. Everything was skimpy and revealing, just as Kelly said it would be. There were many pairs of high heels and high heeled boots. There were two pairs of workout shoes that didn't have heels, but they were both pink. I looked at the clothes the MPs had given me. There were no pants; just a few pair of tights that I assumed were for working out. All the dresses and skirts were skimpy and revealing. I shuddered to think what it would be like to wear them in winter. At least they included some nice leather coats for me to wear. My lingerie collection was quite impressive with many pairs of matching panties and bras. I also got some interesting nighties for sleeping in. I recognized the names on the labels, all were from big name companies. The most shocking discovery in my bedroom was in my nightstand where there was a collection of sex toys. There were several dildos, butt plugs, and vibrators along with several bottles of lubricants. It slowly sank in that I would be expected to use them in my own body. I couldn't bring myself to touch them. I went into my bathroom and found all my personal care items were changed to match my new gender. In less than 12 hours my old life was gone. I looked in the mirror and saw that I was now Honey Wilder. My parents either hated me or were more worried about how they would be seen by others and I was about to become a whore. I did the most logical thing I could think of, I knelt down in front of the toilet and threw up. Chapter 8 I had never felt so sick in my life. The first two days were the worse and it took all my strength just to get out bed and go to the bathroom. By the third day I began to feel better but I still spent most of the week in bed. After the first day, Mom got worried and called Kelly, who immediately called a doctor from The Ministry to come over and check me out. He told us that was happening the body's natural reaction to the changes occurring in my body. He explained that the treatments were permanently changing my body chemistry so that my body would produce female hormones. The treatment would allow me to get erections and to have orgasms, although I would soon be permanently sterilized. He said that my severe reaction was actually a great sign that my body was fully accepting the changes. The doctor also explained to me, that as a transgendered prostitute, the ability to achieve an erection and to have an orgasm was very important, as for many men it was part of the experience. When I told him I didn't understand, he nodded and said that I would soon. I was told that the treatments would have an effect on my anus, or what they told me to refer to as my "boi-pussy" from now on. They said that when I had sex it would be more pleasurable and that it would lead to me having orgasms from being fucked. I wasn't sure about that Even though I was very sick, I wasn't blind to what was happening to my body. Almost immediately I began to notice the many changes happening to my body. The first thing to happen was that my nipples quickly enlarged and became very sensitive. They were soon visible through the material of my nightie. I caught Mom looking at them and noticed how it seemed to both unnerve and fascinate her. This was followed by the fast growth in my breasts. I first noticed that they were growing when I was making a trip to the bathroom and I felt them bounce as I walked. I wondered if I watched closely enough that I could see them grow before my eyes. I was so grateful that Kelly was looking after me. I would have been alone if it hadn't been for her. Once Mom found out that I was only sick due to the treatments she spent as little time with me as possible. She also seemed disgusted by the changes to my body. Kelly came every day and spent hours taking care of me. I don't know if I would have survived without her help. I was surprised by her actions, but was so grateful for them. By the fifth day, I was feeling much better, Kelly pointed out that my breasts weren't the only thing growing. She took a measurement and my hips/butt had enlarged three inches. The weight had shifted from my waist to my hips and breasts. Those weren't the only changes, my whole body was changing. I lost muscle mass in my arms and legs and they became softer and thinner. I also began to see changes in my face which also began to look softer. Kelly explained that the new treatments sped up the transformation to help the person adjust to their new life. She told me it used to take months which made adjustment more difficult. By the sixth day, I now had a figure of 38C-26-32. Kelley brought over some smaller breast pads to fill out my bra. She said the way I was changing that I wouldn't need those in a week. My cock, correction "my clitty" was also smaller now. At the end of the week it was half the size it had been before. When fully erect I was barely 3 inches. However there was a tradeoff, much to my surprise my clitty was more sensitive than it had been before. I found myself getting hard just from playing with my nipples and was soon stroking it and ended up having an incredible orgasm. I shocked myself by thinking that this might not be too bad after all. Kelly smiled when I confessed this to her as she did my makeup for my first day back at school. "You sound like you're right on target Honey," she said. "I suppose that's good," I said in a flat tone. "What's wrong?" she asked me. "Let me guess, it's your parents, right?" "Exactly." I answered. "I can't believe that they are treating me coldly. Mom is disgusted by what is happening to me." "And your Dad? "We barely speak, no we don't speak, and when I say anything to him he barely acknowledges me," I replied. Kelly nodded. "I'm sorry to hear that but it is very common; I mean you're his only son right?" "I was," I replied. "So he's going through a loss too. It doesn't give him an excuse for treating you like shit, but it's very common," she explained. "He thinks this is my fault." "I will have the Department send him a letter stating that it's not," she said. "Do you think that will make a difference?" I asked hopefully. She shook her head. "Shit," I replied. "So what about your sister?" asked Kelly as he admired her work. "She can't wait to meet me. She said her friends at college think it's so exciting to have a brother being turned into a transgendered whore," I replied. "Well that's a small victory," said Kelly. "Honey, I know this must hard on you, but you'll survive." I wasn't so sure. "Okay, turn around and look in the mirror," she ordered. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and stunned by the sexy gurl looking back at me. I felt myself getting turned on slightly. "I can't believe I'm looking at myself," I said aloud. "I look hot!" "That's a common reaction. Now starting tomorrow I will have you try and do some of this yourself," said Kelly. "Oh I'm going to look awful," I replied. "All part of the learning process," she said. "Now finish getting dressed and I'll drive you to school" Chapter 9 "I'll pick you up after school and give you a ride home," said Kelly. "Okay, I replied. "Um, I have another question. How much does this all cost the government? I mean you've been giving me a lot of personal attention." "Nothing. Do you have any idea how much money the government makes in taxes on the brothels and other forms of prostitution? As long as the brothels are fully stocked they create a lot of money," she explained. "And now I'm part of the system," I said. "Or at least I will be soon." "We're all part of the system in some way," said Kelly softly. I thought I picked up some regret in her voice. She dropped me off in front of the school and walked quickly inside. It was a cold morning and wearing a very short skirt wasn't fun. Once inside the school I could feel the eyes of my classmates on me. Yes there were looks of disgust but there were many more of lust. My blouse was low cut on purpose to show off my cleavage. I could feel my breasts bouncing and that it was all part of attracting the attention of men, and I could tell it was doing its job. I mentally apologized to every female whose breasts I had stared at. I was also immediately aware of my new status as I saw my closest friends ignore me, or worse, look at me with disgust. I immediately made way to the office and checked in. "Welcome back Miss Wilder," said the principal, Mr. Fred Harris. Mr. Harris was once the star football and basketball player at our school. Over the years he had risen from teacher to principal. He was the first African-American principal in our school's history. "Thank you Sir," I replied automatically. I also noticed that he was checking me out. "Have a seat, I will see you in a few minutes," he ordered. I nodded and sat down, careful to keep my skirt down. A minute later Mrs. Jordan walked up to me. She seemed genuinely shocked by how much I had changed in just a week. "Good to see you back, Honey," she said as she greeted me. "Please come with me." I got up and followed her into Mr. Harris's office. We sat down across from him. "Miss Wilder, this won't be easy for any of us the next few months, but I hope we'll get through it with as little difficulty as possible," he said with sly smile on his face. "You are the first transgendered whore the school has had and it will cause some excitement. Oh to make things easier you will be treated as a female student, please make sure you use the correct restroom." Like that was my biggest issue, I thought. Still, I nodded in agreement as I realized the guy was looking me over. How gross, the guy was older than my dad. "Mrs. Jordan will give your schedule, you'll be joining the others in your own classroom for your special instruction," he continued. "The MPs will have the special instruction rooms installed by the end of the week." I later found out he was referring to the rooms that would be used for sex. As we left his office I could feel his eyes on my ass. Mrs. Jordan walked me down to the classroom and to meet the others. There were four girls in the room; all were dressed as slutty as I was. I was cheerfully greeted by them as they welcomed me into the Wilder Sisterhood. Three of them seemed happy about what was happening. I recognized them as girls known for having a good time. The fourth girl was more like me, not wanting to be a prostitute, but not sure what to do about it. "Honey, I can't believe you were once a boy," stated the first girl, whose new name was Malibu. She introduced me to the others. "Honey, this is Riviera, Daytona and Cocoa," said Malibu. "We're now all named after famous beaches." "We're all beaches now!" added Cocoa with a giggle. "That stopped being funny last week," said Riviera as she rolled her eyes. I was suddenly glad to be named Honey instead of something like La Jolla. "So Honey, how are you doing with all the changes," asked the girl named Daytona. "I can't imagine what you're going through." "It's been rough," I replied. "Thanks for asking." She smiled back. "I still don't know why I was picked for this," she replied. "I feel the same way," I replied. "I never wanted anything like this." "Well, I don't mind, I'm going to get paid for what I used to give away," interjected Riviera. I vaguely remembered she was a girl known to be very easy. "I feel the same way," said Cocoa. "Besides now I don't have to worry about getting married and having kids now. My sister is such a cow now after her third kid." We all sat down on the couches that were in the room and continued our talk. I was shocked that some of them liked what had happened to them, but it sank in that some people really wanted to be prostitutes. All the girls were now platinum blondes with red streaks prominently displayed in their hair. They also all had shapely bodies with large breasts. Like me they were dressed in a skimpier version of the school's uniform. "So when do our classes start?" I asked. "In a few minutes," answered Malibu. "That's right you've been out for a week. Oh, we're glad you're okay." "Thanks," I replied. "So what sort of classes do we get?" "So, we have group classes in the morning and individual instruction in the afternoon. Today we're talking about oral sex," continued Malibu. "We also get classes on being a proper prostitute, dressing, makeup, and stuff like that. It's all so interesting. I just thought it was just sex, but there's so much more than that." I looked around at the girls and saw most were smiling and as happy as Malibu. "Honey, changing the topic, we were all given injections to increase our, um assets, so how much of you is padding?" asked Cocoa. "Very little," I replied. "The process they gave me works pretty fast." I then explained what had happened while I was out of school. "Can we see?" asked Malibu. "Please?" Before I could answer, she leaned over and began to unbutton my blouse. To my shock I did nothing to stop her. She opened up my blouse and the rest of the girls all looked at my breasts. "This is amazing. I mean my cup size jumped up one size, but your tits are huge. What is your bra size?" "I am just about up to 38C, but they expect me to be a D cup or larger in the next week or so," I replied. "Damn, that's hot. And the same applies to your ass?" asked Cocoa as she slipped her hand under my skirt. I nodded as I buttoned up my blouse. I felt her had run over the front of my panties. "So you still have a cock," she said with a giggle. "Of course she does, she's a t-girl," interjected Malibu. "That's what makes her so special." "It's much smaller than before, but it still works," I replied. "It's also called a clitty now." "Can we see your clitty?" Cocoa asked with a smile. I wasn't about to take off my panties for them. "Not today," I replied. She pulled her hands back and shrugged her shoulders. "I can't imagine what you are going through," said Daytona. Before I could answer a woman walked into the classroom. I could tell she was from The Ministry by the manner in which she handled herself. "Good morning girls," she said as she sat down across from us. "I see we have a new member of the group, you must be Honey." I nodded. "Honey, I'm Mrs. Sanchez and I will be your teacher for the next few months. I will teach you everything you'll need to know to make the successful transition to being a productive fulltime prostitute." I later learned that Mrs. Sanchez had once been a prostitute herself. She volunteered to become a prostitute after her husband died. At the time she was 20 and had nowhere else to turn. She became the manager of a very well-known club in Atlantic City. The Ministry later hired her to teach newly selected prostitutes. So on my first day back at school, I sat back and learned all about how to professionally suck cock. Chapter 10 The rest of the next few weeks were made up of group morning classes. I quickly bonded with the other girls as we all needed friends. To the rest of the school we were future whores, in our room we were the Wilder Sisters. Our old friends all abandoned us and so we needed each other. At first I was shocked and disgusted by the sexual acts I was learning. But I slowly began to come around to what I was learning. At first I became indifferent and that grew to actually enjoying what I was I was doing. I was soon eagerly learning all about the best ways to give oral to men and also how to please men when getting fucked. I wasn't even embarrassed in class when we were asked to demonstrate to the others. I was soon at ease with referring to my cock as my clitty and my ass as my boi-pussy. It made sense as I wasn't really a boy anymore. To emphasize this, Kelly had me dress up in male clothing. Nothing fit right and I looked ridiculous. I was actually happy to take the clothes off. I was much happier in a skirt or a dress. We also had to learn to sell our bodies to attract men, through the way we walked, talked and dressed. I was picking up that the better I did this the more money I would make as a whore. Then there were the ways to stroke men's egos. We learned how to praise them and make them think that we were deeply in love with them. We also found this part very humorous and spent many hours learning the different techniques and things to say. Mrs. Sanchez said that the more we pleased them, physically and mentally, the more money we would make. She told us that while the rates were set by the Ministry, we could easily increase our income with tips and gifts from our clients. Afternoons were different. I got different training due to my status as a transgendered prostitute. I began to get specific instruction to how to prepare and use my boi-pussy. I began to learn exercises with my toys on how to prepare myself to be fucked. Mrs. Sanchez says that soon it will feel very natural and that I will crave it. She was right I was starting to really enjoy it. I also spend a few hours a day watching videos. The set-up is weird, as I sit in a dark room, with a headset on. The screen is just a foot away and the chair is designed to keep me looking at the screen. The videos are mostly people having sex and loud techno music. Although I think I can hear someone talking softly at times. I don't see the purpose of it. In fact it's so boring that I often fall asleep watching them. I was also given a link for other videos to watch at home. At least I got a great headset out of the deal. I am to watch the videos just before going to bed. At least they help me get to sleep. The physical changes had continued and my breasts were now a full 38-DD and my hips and ass were larger. I also found that I didn't mind my exercises involving my boi-pussy. In fact I found it more and more enjoyable. I often pleasured myself to an orgasm at home by using my toys. I was also improving in my makeup and other daily feminine routines. One thing I didn't have to deal with was shaving. The process kept my body hair-free from the head down. It was a great time saver. I also was getting praise from Mrs. Sanchez, Kelly and the other Wilder sisters for my feminine demeanor. I was becoming proud of the way my body moved as I strutted around school. I even didn't seem to mind that fact I was seen as a whore by the rest of the school. . Yeah, I know the proper term is prostitute or sex worker, but what's in a name? We didn't see anything bad about the word and we often referred to ourselves as whores. Things at home hadn't gotten any better. I felt I was being tolerated as an unwanted house guest. Dad pretty much ignored me and to bug him I began to call him Daddy. It sounded so sweet in my new girly voice and I could tell he hated it. I stopped it after a few days as it wasn't worth the effort. Mom was finding a new role as the victim in all this. She seemed to enjoy the pity and sympathy she got from her friends and neighbors. I guess she was really playing it up at church, but I only got that from listening to her talk to her friends on the phone. I was banned from going to the church with them. Another place that whores couldn't go. I was looking forward to seeing Amanda, who was coming home for a visit soon and I was very anxious to see her. She was the only person in my family who still accepted me. I also had a different life out of school. None of my old friends wanted anything to do with me, well that's not true, I suspected that some wanted to have sex with me, and with each passing day, the idea about doing that was becoming more appealing . I was thinking more and more about having sex. I also found that when I looked at some guy I was thinking about what it would be like to give him oral sex. I was also thinking about what it would feel like to be fucked. I was also limited on where I could go after school. I could go to the mall, but I got too much attention when I was by myself so I only went with my sisters. We loved hanging out together and getting attention. It was fun to turn the guys on. I knew I was changing and to be honest, I was actually glad it was happening. Chapter 10 Our classes changed on the 4th week. We would now be seeing students and staff to practice our sexual skills on. Surprisingly the Ministry didn't have a problem with us having sex in school. We weren't being paid yet so technically we weren't sex workers. They also wanted us to be proficient in our jobs. It was also seen as a bonus to the males of the school to have us for sex, and I think The Ministry also saw it as getting them interested in using the brothels once they were past high school and this meant more money rolling into the government coffers. One amazing thing about becoming a whore was that I had a clearer view of how the world worked. Mrs. Sanchez pulled me aside and said that I already had a full week scheduled. "You will be giving oral sex twice a day today through Wednesday. If you want to expand it to four times a day for the rest of the week, let me know midweek and I'll open some spots on your calendar. I don't do usually do this, but the requests for you have been pouring in," she explained. "You're going to be very popular. Just like Kelly said would happen, I thought. To be honest, I was happy that I was about to start having sex. All I could think about was sex and how it would be like to be fucked or to suck a cock. I was thinking about cocks all the time. At least I didn't have to worry about taking real classes anymore. She led me to the room. Inside there was a padded bench about the size of a single bed. There were hooks on the walls to hang up clothes. There was also a shelf that had several bottles of lubricant and also some towels. I noticed that the floor was padded, so at least my knees wouldn't get sore. "I know this is rather crude, but it serves the purpose and it's not much better in the local houses," she explained. "Don't worry about making a mess; the rooms are cleaned after each client." "Really? I would think they were classier," I asked with a tone of disappointment. "Now if you want classy, then you have to get picked up by the big time clubs in the city," she continued. "I'd like that," I said softly as I looked around the room. "I thought so and I already put in a good word for you," confessed Mrs. Sanchez. "I think you'd be a good fit, plus the signing bonus I get is very good." I laughed. Everyone was making money out of this and I was accepting it as part of life. "Now go get changed, your first client will be here shortly," she said. "Who is it?" I asked and began to undress. "Mr. Larsen," she replied. "I figured your first client should be someone experienced. "I had him for biology last year," I replied. He was in his mid-thirties, fit physically and rather good looking. "You'll find the staff will last longer and you'll get more practice in. The high school kids will cum in less than a minute," she continued. "I will be back when you're done." I nodded and changed into working clothes which considered of a pair of purple stockings, and a set of matching bra, panties and garter belt, all purple. It wasn't required to have all purple clothes but Mrs. Sanchez thought it would give me something to remember when I gave my first blow job. I looked at myself in the mirror and was quite pleased with the way I looked. I was sitting on the bench when Mr. Larsen walked into the room. A large smile appeared on his face when he saw me. I could also see real lust in his eyes. I now knew what it meant to be seen as a whore. "I'm honored to be your first Honey. I hope I get the same honor when you lose your virginity in a few weeks," he said as he stared at my tits. I stood up and helped him get undressed. I tried to remember all my training. I was more nervous about screwing up than the actual sex act. "Please sit down," I said as I motioned to the bench. As soon as he did, I slipped down to my knees and began to stroke and lick his cock. I remembered that this wasn't romance, this wasn't a lover, this wasn't a boyfriend, this was business and the object was to give the man pleasure and to get him off as quickly as possible. Mrs. Sanchez explained that if we worked in one of the big clubs there was more foreplay and cuddling. But in the smaller houses, it was strictly numbers; get them in and out as fast as possible. We were to practice both methods. At first I just wanted to get it over. I also should have been more nervous, I mean I was about to suck my first cock, yet as I started to suck him, I felt very much at ease as this was my purpose in life. As his cock began to slip in and out of my mouth, I had a strange mantra repeating in my head. It was "I love cock, I love sucking cock, I want to suck cock, I need to suck cock, cock makes me happy." It kept repeating as if it was a rhythm to guide me as I began to pump his cock in and out of my mouth. Even though I had been training on a dildo this was different and I noticed I had to fight my gag reflex a few times. I also felt the desire to be as professional as possible. I wanted to be a great cocksucker. I felt a wave of satisfaction when he began to moan and grab my head to guide it on and off his cock. I knew it wouldn't take long and I worked him harder. I was rewarded by a shot of hot thick semen into my mouth. I could have spit it out but I instinctively swallowed it and sucked his cock clean. I looked up and saw a very satisfied Mr. Larsen looking at me with big smile on his face. "Damn, Honey that was great," he exclaimed. "Thank you," I replied feeling very proud of myself. "I know you're not working yet, but you earned this," he said as he handed me some money. As I left I saw that he had given me two twenty dollar bills. I felt a sense of pride that I had pleased him so much. I was stunned by how I had just acted; it was if I had been doing this my whole life. Chapter 11 Twenty minutes later I was cleaned up and talking to Mrs. Sanchez. She didn't seem surprised by my performance and reviews from Mr. Larsen. "What's weird is the words that kept going through my head, there was a rhythm to them that seemed to guide me, I guess it was just my imagination," I said. She laughed and shook her head. "What do you think those videos you watch every afternoon were created for? "The ones with the sex and stuff? I usually fall asleep when I watch them," I admitted. "The treatments made your mind very susceptible to certain frequencies; the videos have been programing your mind to help you make the adjustment to being a whore. Judging by today's performance I would say they were successful. Now be honest, how do you feel right now?" she asked. "Happy...make that happy and content, "I replied without thinking. "No regrets or shame?" she asked. I stared back at her and shook my head. "Less than a month ago you were a guy in high school living a routine life and today you were dressed in lovely purple lingerie and you just gave your first blow job to one of the teachers, who then tipped you and it seems very normal doesn't it?" I could only nod. She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. "It's all for the best my dear. We want you happy," she said. "And happy whores make more money." I smiled back at her. I was actually pleased with her words. I also wanted to be a rich whore. "You'll be getting some new videos to watch starting tonight. I've already emailed you some for you to start watching tonight." "Will they make me want to be fucked?" I asked. "Of course my dear, there's nothing you can do about it. If there was, would I have told you about it? The new videos will just give you more ease in having sex as you've already been initially conditioned for oral and intercourse. This period of conditioning only lasts for the first few months of your transformation," she explained. "Now go get lunch and remember you have another client at two. It's another teacher, Mr. Jones, you'll love him." "I can't wait and I can't wait to watch my new videos tonight," I said as I thought about what Mr. Jones would be like and if he had a big cock. Chapter 12 Over lunch Daytona and I talked about the morning. We had become good friends as neither of us initially wanted to become whores. We also had different views on our careers than the other Wilder sisters. Daytona used to be Laurie Stewart and she had been one of the top students in the school. Not that would have made a difference with the limited career paths open to women she told me. She said that the best thing about becoming a whore was that she wouldn't end up in either a dreary dead-end career or as a housewife and mother. We also found that we liked a lot of the same things. I wish I had known her better before I become Honey. We also both had similar experiences concerning the videos. "I find myself watching them at home," she admitted. "I also sometimes use my toys to pleasure myself as I watch them." "Me too. I'm also always thinking about sex," I confessed. She smiled back. "Thank god! I'm glad I'm not the only one." "I also like feeling horny all the time," I admitted. "Me too!" she said. We both began laughing "Have you started using your toys?" she asked me. "I have and I have to admit that I love the sensations I get," I replied "I had no idea it could feel this good." "I get to use mine on both holes," she replied. "We were told that men will want options." "Options, that's what I was told too. That's why they left my clitty intact. Even though I'm smaller, I can still get hard and can have orgasms," I explained. We stared at each other as we absorbed the changes in our lives. "So how do you feel about all this? I mean not the physical changes, but that they have programmed us too," I asked. She let out a sigh. "I am glad they're doing it. I mean when they first changed me, I was so angry I was picked for this, and thought initially about making a run for the border, but what would I do there?" she replied. "But those feelings have changed. I accept that I am going to be a whore. And since that is my fate, I am working to do as well as possible and get accepted into one of the good clubs. The idea of working for a local house does nothing for me. I want to be a great whore." "I feel the same way," I replied. "The others are content to go wherever they can get cock," continued Daytona. "I know that I'll still be a whore, but at least it won't be with men from around here. My fucking stepdad keeps looking me like he wants to fuck me and it's grossing me out. I can say no now, but after we leave here I will have to have sex with whoever pays me." "My dad can't wait for me to leave, I'm a disgrace to the family," I said. "It sucks either way, doesn't it?" she said. I smiled back "Sure does," I replied "So speaking of sucking who do you have this afternoon?" We both broke up laughing. Chapter 13 At the end of the day Mrs. Sanchez told us that we all got great grades for oral sex. As it turned out, all of clients were male school staff that day. She then told us that we should take every opportunity to practice our skills. Cocoa asked her what she meant. "You can't go out on the street picking up men that's illegal, but if someone wants to give you a ride home, and asks you for a blowjob you should do it. Just be careful where you do it. The MPs don't care, as they want you to become comfortable having sex, the local cops can and will harass you," she explained. "What do you mean by that?" asked Malibu. "The cop might have you give them sex or they could arrest you," replied Mrs. Sanchez. "If you are arrested call either me or Kelly immediately, we will have a Ministry lawyer get out." "They would really arrest us?" asked Daytona. "You need to extra careful as they would love to have you in an arrest photo. It makes them feel like big men," explained Mrs. Sanchez She then turned and looked at me. "Oh, Honey, you need to be extra careful. The police love to harass girls like you. They will try and entrap you, so watch yourself." "Thanks for the warning, I will be careful," I replied. A short time later we were out with the general school population, but there was no way to blend in with my revealing clothes and lavender streaked hair. I was Honey Wilder, future prostitute and everyone knew it. To be honest we didn't intermix much with the other students as we didn't have much in common with them. But now that we were learning our trade there was a renewed interest in us. The looks I got no longer bothered me, in fact I sort of enjoyed them, especially when a couple walked by and I saw the guy eyeing me, knowing that I would do things his girlfriend wouldn't. I wondered if the videos were responsible for my new line of thinking. It also hit me that I had a new source of power in the school as I had something so many guys wanted, a sexy body and willing attitude. Additionally, unlike many of the hot girls in the school, I and my fellow Wilder sisters would have sex. I then saw Dave Long walking towards me. Whenever he saw me in school he always tried to avoid me, but today I caught him off-guard as he was looking down at his phone. I walked into his path and when he stopped and looked up he was shocked. "Um, hi," he said nervously. He seemed unsure what to call me. The last time we had talked I had been Jake. "Hi Dave, it's been a while," I replied softly as I smiled at him. "I'm Honey now." He just grinned stupidly back at me as he tried to think of something to say. I had never really noticed before, but Dave was rather good looking. He was just over six-feet tall and muscular. He was on the baseball team and one of the best pitchers. "It's been a while," I said as I moved closer to him. "How have you been?" He glanced down at my cleavage and then immediately looked up. "You smell nice," he said. He seemed embarrassed by saying this and he looked like he wanted to apologize. "Thank you Dave, that was a sweet thing to say," I replied as ran my tongue over my lips. Holy shit, I was really hitting on an old friend, and from the look in his eyes it was working. I also realized that I wanted him bad. I wanted to prove that I could get a guy when I wanted him. "What are doing after school?" I asked as I inched even closer to him. My breasts were almost touching him. "Um, no plans...I was just going home," he replied. "Want to get caught up on things?" I asked with a new sense of confidence. I moved my hand so it slipped over his crotch. His eyes opened wide as I smiled back at him. I could see in his eyes he realized that he could have me. "Sure, tell you what, you want a ride home?" he asked. "I'd love it. I thought you'd never ask Dave," I replied as perky as I could. I couldn't believe how easy it had been to get him! As we walked together out to the student parking lot we were getting some stares from the other kids. I could tell it was making Dave nervous and it was making me aroused. I leaned in and whispered to him. "It's okay; they just wish they were you...especially in a few minutes." He turned and grinned at me as it hit him what I was talking about. He opened the door for me and I got inside. We were soon pulling out of the school parking lot. "So why don't you pick some nice quite place we can... get caught up on things?" I asked him as I ran my hand over his crotch. I wanted to make it very clear that I was here for him. He steered his truck down a side road that was a well-known spot for making out. He parked his truck and then looked over at me. "You don't have to do this Honey," he said nervously as I undid his jeans. "Dave, I want to do this," I replied in a soft reassuring manner. "The question is, do you want me to continue?" "Fuck yeah," he replied as I pulled his cock out of his underwear. I didn't hesitate as I went down on him. As I sucked him my mantra played in my head. "I love cock, I love sucking cock, I want to suck cock, I need to suck cock, cock makes me happy." I matched the sing-song rhythm of the words as I sucked Dave off. I quickly got him off and drained his cock dry. I was no slutty high school girl, I was a professional whore and I took pride in my work. I sat up and reapplied my makeup as Dave recovered. "Damn, that was incredible," he exclaimed. "Thank you Honey." "You're welcome. So can you take me home now?" I asked with a wink. "Um sure," he said as he pulled his cock back in his pants. "Can we do this again?" "Maybe, I have to careful, I can't appear to be dating someone, the MPs will be on my ass," I explained. "Well it is a nice ass," he said. He then turned to look at me with an embarrassed look on his face. "Sorry," he said meekly. I laughed. "No need, but this isn't a nice ass, it's a great ass," I replied in a sassy tone. He dropped me off a few minutes later. I ran through my mind what had happened. It had all gone down so easy. I was very pleased with myself. Were the tapes responsible for my actions or was the Ministry right, and deep down I was a real whore? Chapter 14 By the end of the week I was up to four clients a day and felt I could take on more. I was now doing a mix of students and staff. The students were easy, too easy. Horny high school boys could get off by someone bumping into them, let alone by being with a prostitute in training. We were quickly gaining a reputation for our services. We weren't just providing sex, we were providing excellent professional sex. Most of my clients were quick and easy blowjobs. However, I did have one guy want to suck me off and I let him. He was one of the biggest macho guys in the school and he sucked me off as if he had done it before. Oh, the secrets you learn as a whore. I wondered if his girlfriend knew he liked to suck cock. The requests to use us far exceeded our times, so we asked Mrs. Sanchez if we could pick our clients and she thought it was a wonderful idea. In fact all of the Wilder sisters were now enjoying our new status at the school, even Daytona. Sure, there were those who looked down on us, even those who we had sex with that felt we were beneath them, but we controlled who had sex with us and who didn't. I liked having this power. We got together and decided to give the regular kids, along some of the nerds, a chance to be with us over the jocks and cool kids. It was our way of fucking with the social system at the school. I found it very satisfying. Mrs. Sanchez told us that we would start seeing clients for intercourse in two weeks, so we had that to look forward to. I was a bit nervous but was looking forward to it. The pleasure I got from using my toys was wonderful and I hoped the real thing would be as good. Of course I didn't talk much about what I was doing at school with my parents. I know they knew, but there was no reason to rub their noses in it. We had sort of come to a truce at home. We minimized contact with each other to avoid conflicts. I should have been more upset about it, but in three months I would be living on my own. Kelly said that few prostitutes maintained contact with their families. It was too difficult. Once I was employed I would not be allowed to come into our neighborhood, unless I had special permission. Of course they could come visit me, but that was also unlikely. I had been stripped of my family name and soon I would be stripped of my family. That weekend Mom came into my room and told that they would be away for the weekend. She explained that she didn't want me to bring anyone into the house for sex. I could see concern in her eyes, not for me, but for their reputations. They didn't want to the neighbors to see me bringing men into the house for sex. I promised I wouldn't bring anyone home and she seemed relieved. I didn't promise that I wouldn't be having sex. Chapter 15 On Friday night I settled into a workout and a light dinner. While the process that transformed me did control my weight, I didn't want to take chances. I wanted to look as good as possible, partly to attract men, but also I hoped that I would get recruited by one of the big clubs in Philly and not end up in a small hick brothel. I knew I was changing mentally to match my body, and to be honest I was glad I was. I couldn't imagine being a whore and being mentally conflicted on what I was doing. Another change was that I didn't care about the fact that I no longer had real academic classes. We did seminars of real life topics like finance and legal aspects of our lives and I found those classes very interesting. We were taught how to manage and invest our money, that it was all up to us. I had to make sure that I made enough money to support myself. The last thing I wanted to be was poor. We were also told how to avoid ending up in jail. My school days were now confined to sex and how to be the sexiest girl I could. I had become pretty good at my makeup and actually enjoyed applying it each morning and also after having sex. I was also glad that I had the permanent makeup eyeliner. It made things much easier. I had just gotten dressed following my workout and thinking about what I was going to eat when the doorbell rang. I went downstairs and looked through the peep hole. I was surprised to see my neighbor Mrs. Walsh. She was an attractive woman in her mid-40s and a good friend of my mom. The Walsh family lived next to us for years and I always thought she was nice. I opened the door and greeted her. I was dressed in stockings, high heels, a very short leather skirt and a low cut purple sweater. My makeup was my typical seductive style, and in my opinion, done perfectly. "Hello," I greeted in a sweet tone. She smiled back as she ran her eyes over me. "It's Honey now, right?" she asked. I nodded. Holy shit, she was actually checking me out. This was something new and I liked it. "I know your parents are out for the weekend, and I was wondering if you'd like to come over for dinner," she asked as her eyes rolled over my body. I immediately suspected there was more to her invitation, but if it wasn't at least I would get a free dinner. "Sure that sounds great, what time?' I asked. She smiled back and told me thirty minutes. Chapter 16 When I was Jake, I would have just walked across the lawn to their house, but high heels and four inches of snow don't mix well. I must confess that I have come to love the sound of my heels clicking on the sidewalk. I could also feel my body sway as I walked and it turned me on. Now while I was a whore in training, we were encouraged to have sex whenever possible, but we had to follow the laws of both the local cops and the MPs. The biggest rule was we were not allowed to walk the streets to pick up clients. Even the slightest hint that we were doing this could get us arrested. . I wasn't worried about that sort of thing happening as my neighborhood was very quiet and had little traffic, other than people who lived there. Sure I could get picked up by someone if I was walking home from school, but I couldn't hang out in an area like a street whore. There was tolerance to hooking up with someone in a mall or someplace like that, but we were warned to be careful. The cops sometimes like to entrap us. I'm not sure how they could do that as we weren't asking for money, but Mrs. Sanchez told us that they could twist the laws to arrest us. As I approached the driveway of the Walsh house I saw a cop car driving towards me. I kept walking as it drove past. I could hear it turning around and I got a bad feeling as it slowly drove past me and then stopped. The cop stuck his hand out of the window and motioned me to come over. I immediately recognized him, his name was Scott Grimes, and he had been the cop assigned to our school the past year. He wasn't bad looking but was starting to get a bit soft. He was also a bit of a dick and he loved hassling the kids at our school. I guess it was because he had gone to our school and now he had power. "What are you up tonight Sugar Britches?" he asked. I looked at him with disgust over what he had just called me. I did try not to get upset and lose my temper. "I live next door, my parents are out of town, and I've been invited to dinner by my neighbors," I replied honestly. "You got any ID to prove that Sugar Britches?" He knew exactly who I was and where I lived, as I was the only transgendered whore in town. He was just trying to be tough guy but was coming off as an asshole. "My name is Honey, Honey Wilder," I said coldly. "It's not Sugar Britches." "Sugar Britches suits you better...slut," he replied under his breath just loud enough for me to hear. I bit my tongue and pulled my school ID out to show him. He pulled out his flashlight and looked it Next he demanded to see my tattooed wrist to confirm my status. I suspect he did it just to remind me that I was a whore and to show me what a strong man he was. A few weeks earlier and I would have been frightened, but now thanks to my programming I wasn't. I did think he was a total asshole I held out my arm and showed him my tattoo. "I'm obeying the laws...officer," I said. "Okay, but be careful, I have my eyes on you," he replied with a leer. He made one of those stupid motions, pointing two fingers at his eyes and then at me. "I hope you like what you see," I replied as I walked away. "We'll meet again," he said and then he let out a creepy laugh. Chapter 17 "Is everything okay?" asked Mr. Walsh as he greeted me at the front door. I nodded as I stepped inside. "The police were just checking up on me," I replied. "Why?" he asked. "Because he can," I replied barely holding back my anger. "Sorry about that," he said. "Well it is good to finally meet the new you. To be honest I can't imagine you were once the boy who cut our lawn last summer." I looked back at him and never realized how handsome he was. I could see the look in his eyes and it told me he wanted me, so I smiled back as I wanted the same thing. Mr. Walsh asked for my coat and I took it off and handed it to him. He then turned and smiled as he took in my body. "Superb," he said as he hung up my coat. "I told you she was special," added Mrs. Walsh as walked over to greet me. She gave me a hug and then motioned for us to follow her into the living room. They sat down next to each other on the couch and I was about to sit down in a chair across from them when I was motioned to sit down between them, which I did. Mrs. Walsh immediately slipped her arm around me as her husband placed his hand on my thigh. "I hope you don't mind, but we decided to skip dinner and jump right to the dessert," she said as she leaned down and kissed me. "We wanted to have something sweet." I had been taught that we don't kiss most clients, just the high priced ones. I made a judgement and let her kiss me as her husband was pulling down my panties. "And I'm the dessert, right?" I asked with a grin. "Honey is a lovely dessert," he said. "That's right and I bet you want a taste or two," I replied. It felt so natural as I went into a state of sexual excitement. They wanted me and I wanted them. "Sexy and smart, nice combination," said Mrs. Walsh. "I bet you're as sweet as your name." "Look even her pubic hair is lavender," he remarked. "Such exquisite attention to detail!" "What are your measurements now Honey?" asked Mrs. Walsh as she began to fondle my breasts. "40-DD-24-36," I replied. "Impressive. Well, I think we should go upstairs before things become too heated, Steve," said Mrs. Walsh. She then turned to me and smiled. "We've been eyeing you for a while and with your parents out of town, we figured this was the perfect opportunity," explained Maggie as she teased my erect nipples. "Would you like to go up to our bedroom Honey?" "I would love to Mrs. Walsh," I replied. She leaned over and kissed me, her tongue pressing deep into my mouth. When she stopped she grinned at me. "Call me Maggie tonight my dear and you have can call my husband Steve," she said. "As you wish Maggie," I replied. Chapter 18 As soon as we were in the bedroom, Steve and Maggie sat down on the bed and asked me to get undressed in front of them. This was the first time I had ever stripped down in front of someone for sexual reasons so I tried to do it slowly and as sexily as possible. I took off my top and exposed my breasts; I hadn't bothered to wear a bra that night. "Play with them," ordered Maggie. I began to rub my breasts and rub my nipples. I love that my nipples are extremely sensitive and I was doing an excellent job playing with them. "They are magnificent," commented Steve as he took off his shirt. I was caught off-guard by the fact he was in such great shape. He was very muscular. Maggie also began to get undressed as she watched me fondle my breasts. She was also in great shape and while her breasts were smaller than mine they were quite beautiful. "Now the skirt," she ordered I slipped down my skirt to expose my clitty and ass Again I was ordered to play with them. "Her ass is so round, so full in size," said Steve. "I know, she's going to be very popular," added Maggie. I was getting aroused myself as I watched my neighbors remove the rest of their clothes. They had me keep on my garter belt and stockings and then motioned me to join them in bed. As I slowly walked over I could see that Steve had a growing erection. I immediately went down and began to lick and kiss his cock. My training kicked in as I began to take his cock into my mouth. I wanted to show them that I was a great prostitute. "My, she is a hungry little cocksucker, isn't she?" exclaimed Maggie with a laugh. "Damn, she's good," added Steve. "She really knows how to use her tongue." Their comments only encouraged me to work harder to get him off. My head was soon bobbing up and down, slowly at first but picking up speed with each stroke. I was matching my mantra that was now flowing through my mind "I love cock, I love sucking cock, I want to suck cock, I need to suck cock, cock makes me happy." Steve's hands were on the back of head to guide me up and down. He was also moaning loudly. Maggie was sitting next to us and she began to fondle my breasts. I could feel his cock begin to tense up and this just cued me to speed up my work. "Oh...Oh...Oh...OHHHHH!" he cried out as he came. I felt his seed pump into my mouth and I instinctively swallowed every drop. As he came down from his sexual high, I gently licked him clean. When I finished I looked up at him and saw a look of pure contentment on his face. "So how was I?" I asked already knowing the answer. "You were fantastic," he replied. Maggie gently reached down with her hand and moved my attention to her. "While Steve recovers, it's my time to play with you. Now, have you ever given oral to a woman?" she asked. I shook my head. "We haven't covered that yet in class, but I'm a very fast learner," I replied with a grin. "I didn't start sucking cock until a few weeks ago." "Well that makes you an excellent student," she said as she had me join her on the bed. "Now it's time for your first lesson, Honey." Chapter 19 I lost track of time as I was guided by Maggie in the various ways to orally pleasure a woman. She was an excellent teacher judging by the reactions I was getting from her as I practiced what she told me to do. Steve was sitting next to us and was obviously getting turned on by what we were doing. As I really pleasured her, it hit me that I had never gotten this close to a vagina when I had been a guy. I had once fingered a girlfriend, but I had never done anything close to what I was doing now. Mrs. Sanchez had told us that sometimes men would bring their wives to the brothels and we needed to be able to please both of them. Some of the natural girls seemed turned off by this, but Daytona told me she hoped to get a chance to do both men and women. This caught me off guard as she always seemed the most conservative of the Wilder sisters. Maggie kept having me bring her up to the edge of orgasm before having me stop "You were wonderful Honey, but I'm not ready to come. Besides, it's Steve's turn again," she explained. "Have you had sex yet?" he asked as he began to rub my hole. I shook my head. "I've been practicing with my toys, but we haven't had practice in school yet," I explained. "Do you want to do it now?" he asked gently. I looked at both of them and nodded. "This is a better way to lose my virginity than in a classroom," I replied. Steve leaned over and kissed me, as did Maggie. "I promise to make your first time memorable," he said. Maggie then got up and led me into the bathroom to get ready for sex. Chapter 20 Maggie suggested that I try it "cowgirl" style for my first time. I had heard of the position and nodded in agreement. "This way, you can see each other's faces and he can have easy access to your breasts," added Maggie After some foreplay, I had Steve's cock hard. As he lay on his back, I positioned myself over his cock and slowly lowered myself onto it. While I had many sex toys in my boi-pussy it felt very different taking a real cock into my body. Thankfully Maggie had ensured I was cleaned out and well lubricated and Steve's hard cock slowly slipped inside. I was surprised how good it felt. I had always thought this was something we had to do to please men, but it really felt wonderful as I began to ride up and down on it. "Oh man, she is so tight," he moaned. "Tell me Babe, tell me how it feels as you fuck our little neighbor girl," said Maggie. "She's a good piece of ass isn't she?" "Oh, yeah, she's a great fuck!" he moaned. "Damn Honey, you were meant to be a whore!" He reached up and grabbed my tits as I rode his cock. Maggie also began to rub my body. I didn't mind their words as I had been taught that this was often part of the deal when people fucked me. To be honest it was turning me on too. Maggie began to stroke my little clitty. It was soon its full length of three inches. "It's so cute," squealed Maggie as she stroked it. "It's so girly!" I lost track how long I rode his cock before he came. I could feel his hot seed pump deep into my boi-pussy. I was no longer a virgin and mentally the last vestiges of my old sense of masculinity faded away. Maggie got me off at the same time and I collapsed next to her and Steve in sexual bliss. Chapter 21 An hour later we were all sitting downstairs drinking wine. Oh another nice thing about being a prostitute was that we didn't have a drinking age. "You were wonderful tonight Honey," said Maggie. "Even better than we could have hoped for." "You were better than that last girl we paid for," added Steve. Maggie nodded. "No comparison," she said. "Thank you," I replied. I was really pleased with myself. "Do you know what you're going to do when you leave school?" asked Steve. "No, but I want to go big time, I want to work for one of the big clubs," I said. "Good for you Honey. You're too beautiful and talented to work in one of the local houses," said Steve. "Thank you," I replied as I took another sip of wine. Maggie cast a look at Steve who nodded. "Honey, we know a few other people in the neighborhood who would like to be with you," she explained. "Do you have any problems with this?" I shook my head. To be honest I wasn't thrilled about being with a bunch of high school kids. I would rather be with adults; they seemed to know what they were doing. "Okay, now would the fact they some of them are African-Americans, would that be an issue?" she asked. I thought about her question before answering. It was something that I had been thinking about. If I did get a job with one of the big clubs in Philly then I would encounter many African-American men and women. "I've never been with them before, but the idea does sound exciting," I replied. Maggie smiled back. "I was hoping you'd be open-minded," she replied. "I do have one problem, how do I get to them? I not allowed to drive and I got hassled just walked down my own street," I explained. "That will be arranged for you," said Steve. "So how about tomorrow?" I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. "Why not?" I replied with a smile. This was much better than hanging out as the mall and hoping to get lucky. Maggie and Steve both hugged me. "We hope to see you again before you leave," they said. "I'd like that," I said. Steve agreed to walk me home just in case Scott was driving around the neighborhood. When we got to my house I felt him slip something into my cleavage. "I know that you're not allowed to get paid yet, but consider it as just a little token of our appreciation," he said. "Buy yourself something nice, you earned it. Now if you excuse me, Maggie is waiting for me to finish what you started." When I got inside, I found that he had placed $500 in my top. It was a nice tip for a night's work. Chapter 22 I woke up the next morning with the thoughts of the previous night still rolling around in my head. It had been a totally enjoyable event. I knew that I had done a good job. I was also curious about the others that Steve and Maggie had talked about. I found it exciting that there were people in my small hometown that wanted to use me. I was a bit worried about the African-American men as I had heard that they had large cocks, which also excited me. Kelly had told me a few times that my shapely body, especially my butt would attract black men. I guess it would soon be time to see if that was right. Don't get me wrong I had nothing against black men, I just didn't know many and the black guys I knew that were in my class weren't close friends. There were a couple of teachers at school and of course our principal was black. I suddenly wondered what it would be like to have sex with them. Anyway, I would soon get my chance to find out as Maggie called and said she had someone interested in seeing me that afternoon. I asked who it was and she the man's name was Marcus Livingston and he was a friend of theirs. He had recently lost his wife in a car crash. He was lonely and wanted some company. She said he lived at the end of our block, but that she would give me a ride there to avoid another meeting with the cops. I agreed to see him and she said she would pick me up around two. I glanced at my watch and that gave me plenty of time to get ready. First I took a long bath is floral scented bath oils to relax and to smell pretty. I then douched my boi-pussy and lubed it in preparation of meeting Marcus. I made sure to include a tube of lube in my purse. I dressed in a short plaid skirt, garter belt, stocking, pumps, a pushup bra and a white blouse. I wore my leather coat as it was cloudy with chance of snow. I gave myself a look as I waited for Maggie to pick me up. I guess I should have thought more about their interest in me, but I was too deep in thoughts about meeting Marcus. Chapter 23 Maggie dropped me off in front of a townhouse and told me that Marcus lived in the end unit. I walked up to the door and knocked on the door. "You must be Honey," he said with a smile on his face. "Yes I am, Marcus," I replied. Marcus was quite handsome. He was in his thirties, over six feet tall with a fit body. His head was shaved clean and he had a neatly trimmed goatee. "Please come in Honey, you must be freezing your ass outside," he said with a laugh. "I'll warm it up in here." He led me in, with his hand on my ass. I took off my coat. He nodded approvingly at my body as he hung up my coat. "Maggie was right you're hot and you have a great body," he said as he motioned me to follow him. Apparently there was going to be no fooling around as he led me straight into his bedroom. Once inside he turned on his stereo and immediately the room as filled with loud music. The strong beat of the music made me want to match my body to it. He took me into his arms, pulled me close and kissed me. As we kissed I felt his hands explore my body and I could feel his cock hardening against me. "Strip for me," he ordered as he sat down on the bed. I slowly began to take off my clothes, letting them drop to the floor. As I undressed for him, he began to take off his clothes. He smiled as I exposed my body for him and he had me undress completely. Once naked he had me get on the bed next to him. "Maggie said you've never been with a black man, is that true?" he asked. I nodded as I watched him take off his pants. His cock was partly erect and was already over 8 inches. "I like to be in control...and I also like to talk nasty, does that bother you?" he asked. Mrs. Sanchez taught us that some men like to speak dirty or harsh and that it was just a turn on for them. "Not if it gets you off," I replied as I continued to stare at his cock. I wanted it bad. "Good! So you like what you see bitch?" he asked as he sat next to me. I nodded again. "Oh yeah," I replied. "Beg for it bitch!" he ordered. "Please let me suck your big cock!" I begged. "You sure you want it?" he asked. I begged for it some more as it really seemed to turn him on. "Then what are you waiting for? Suck it bitch," he ordered. I immediately obeyed his demand and began to lick and kiss his cock. I then began to take the head of his cock into my mouth. I slowly took in as much as I could and began to pump it in and out of my mouth. From the sounds he was making I could tell I was doing a good job. "That's it bitch, show me how much you like my cock," he said I continued to suck him and gradually was able to take more of him in my mouth. "That's what I thought, you white girls can't get enough black cock once you get a taste," he said. His erect cock was now almost ten inches and was quite thick. I did my best to suck it but it was by far the biggest cock I had sucked in my short time as a whore. He then had me get off his cock and he positioned me so I was on all fours. He began to rub his fingers over by boi-pussy. He was slowly opening me up. I was nervous as I wasn't sure I could take his cock in me, but there was little I could do now, I was about to get fucked by him. Thankfully he used a lot of lube before he started. He then lined up behind me and pressed his cock against me. "I'm going to train your pussy to take real cock bitch and after this you'll only want black cock," he stated. I gasped as his cock began to enter my body. I could feel it stretch and open me up. "That's it bitch, take it, you want it don't you?" he asked. "Um...yes...fuck me...." I moaned. He pushed in deeper. I let out a cry and he told me to shut up and take it. It was so big, I wasn't sure I could take it. But inch by inch it pressed in. He then stopped and began to pull out. I moaned as his cock pulled back and then cried out as he pushed back in. He then began to slowly fuck me. I could see my reflection in the mirror and could see my tits bouncing as he fucked me. I could also see the wild look in my own eyes. He picked up his pace and began to fuck me faster and as he did he pushed deeper into my boi-pussy. I was now instinctively matching his rhythm with my hips. "Yeah, that's it; you love my cock don't you?" I cried out yes. "You love black cock don't you?" he demanded. "I love your big black cock!" I screamed. "Fuck me, fuck your bitch!" "Yeah that's right, you know your place now, right bitch?" "Yes, Yes...I'm your bitch!!" I cried out. My small clitty was now fully hard and I could feel that I would be coming soon. I did my best to hold it back and to come only after he did. He kept it up for a short time more before I felt him come. I then allowed myself to come too. I slipped down to my belly on his bed and he slipped next to me. We were both exhausted and lay there for a while. I was in a total sexual daze and was in no hurry to get up. "You were great," he whispered in my ear. He then gently kissed me. "Thank you...you were magnificent," I replied softly. "So I converted you?" he asked with a chuckle. "Maybe," I signed. "I may need some more convincing." He ran one of his hands over my ass. "This is really nice. You have a great ass," he commented. I just smiled back as I began to stroke his cock. It was quickly hardening and I knew I would have it in me again. Chapter 24 I cleaned myself up the best I could, reapplied my makeup and got dressed. Marcus was waiting for me in the living room. "You look nice," he said. "Thanks," I replied. "Thanks for playing along," he said. "My pleasure, it made me want you more," I confessed. "Oh and yes you have converted me." I could still feel his cum leaking out of my boi-pussy. He pulled me close and kissed me. "So can you give me a lift home?" I asked. "I have to go meet some friends, I can drop you off... or you can join me?" he said. I looked back at him and thought about it "What sort of friends?" I asked with a smile. "Men like me, men who like a white girl like you," he said. "It will be good for your training." Thirty minutes later I was on my knees sucking off one of his friends while another was fondling my tits. Chapter 25 Six hours later Marcus dropped me off and made sure I made it into my house. In addition to being used by him and his four friends, I was also pretty high. They had some very potent dope and they insisted that I party with them. I stepped into the house smelling of sex and marijuana. Thank god my parents were out of town! I stumbled upstairs and headed right to the bathroom. I stripped as I waited for the tub to fill up. I so craved a long hot bath. I decided that whenever I got my first place, it would have to have a big bathtub. The hot water felt great. My body was sore from being used by Marcus and his friends, but it was nice sort of soreness. I was still enjoying my high from all the dope that I smoked. As I soaked in the tub I thought about what I had done that day. Of Marcus's friends, two fucked me, but I did suck them all off and I loved every second of it. They all seemed quite pleased with my efforts. It was the first time I had been used while high and I liked it a lot. Like with alcohol, prostitutes were allowed to use pot legally. We were to be as accommodating as possible for our clients. In fact the brothels could buy pot from The Ministry and it was usually the highest quality. It was also the first time I had done multiple guys at the same time. It should have bothered me, but I liked it. I was finding that I had few sexual limits. I suspect it was due to my videos. I wasn't upset as there wasn't much I could do about it. As I thought about my new life as a whore, I began to play with myself. I thought about the large cocks that had filled my body. At one point Marcus was fucking me while his friend TJ's cock was deep into my mouth. I wondered how much that would make me once I started working. I also wondered if Marcus was right about breaking me and making me only love black cock. I wasn't sure about that, but I did love how he and his friends treated me. Yeah there was some rough language, but they treated me well and made sure that they didn't hurt me. When I got out of the tub I looked at myself in the mirror. I examined my body and was pleased with what I saw. I did decide to make one change, but that would have to wait until the next day. I also put my clothes immediately into the washer along with some other things as they had too strong a scent of my partying on them. I then crawled into bed for some much needed sleep. Chapter 26 I was woken up by the sound of my cell phone going off. I picked it up and saw that it was Maggie. "Good morning Honey," she greeted me. "Hi," I replied as I looked at my watch to see what time it was. "You interested into another date?" she asked. I sat up in bed and smiled. "Tell me more," I replied. "We have some friends who are in town this week. They're staying at a hotel and would love to meet you," she said. "Um okay, but what hotel?" I asked with caution. Most hotels were restricted and were off limits to whores. I risked getting arrested if I was caught there. "The Best Western, It's unrestricted, but you'll still need to be careful," she replied. "But it will be worth it. Chantel and Rod really want to meet you and since you liked Marcus, you'll love them. I'll pick you up in three hours, okay? " "Okay," I replied without hesitation. "You are not going to regret this Honey," she said. I hung up and immediately began to get ready to meet my latest customers. Chapter 27 I found myself sitting on the hotel bed naked as Chantel and Rod looked me over. Chantel was in her thirties, slightly overweight and had an afro. Even with the extra pounds she was very attractive. Rod was a bit older and while not as fit as Marcus, he was still a handsome man. His cock slightly smaller than Marcus, so I knew I wouldn't have any trouble taking him in orally or in my boi-pussy. "I love seeing white boys who have accepted that they make better girls," stated Chantel. "You are now a nice piece of ass for real men...and women Honey." "Thank you," I replied. "So you like black cock?" asked Rod. "Oh yes," I replied as I nodded. He walked over and got on the bed. "Show me girl," he ordered. I moved over and began to lick and kiss his cock, as it hardened I took it into my mouth. As I did this Chantel, came up from behind and began to massage and finger my boi-pussy. It was a very erotic feeling to have a cock in my mouth and her fingers slowly entering me from behind. "We're thinking of getting a girl like you to be our house maid," said Chantel. "You know that once you're done with your initial contract you can allow yourself to become a domestic servant?' I made a noise that sounded like yes. All prostitutes signed a 10 year contract, with a 5 year option. At the end of the contract they could remain a whore, assuming they could be hired. Other options were exotic dancing, pornography and becoming a servant. They could also continue working as a street whore in certain designated districts. A small percentage went into management of the brothels. I didn't give it much thought as it was all too far away. "Yeah, it would be nice to have a white girl like you working in our home, wouldn't it Babe," she said. "Fuck yeah. Damn she's better than advertised; she really knows how to suck cock!" His words made me happy. I was proud to be a great cocksucker. I then felt something press against the outside of my boi-pussy. I glanced over to the dresser mirror to see that Chantel had a strap on dildo on and was about to start fucking me. "Yeah girl you're going to get it from both ends, I heard you like it that way," she said. I felt her dildo press deep into me and then pull out; she began to fuck me to the same stroke as I was sucking off her husband. "Damn she really does love it," said Rod. "Well with an ass like hers she better like it," replied Chantel. "You are one fine whore Honey." The more they verbally degraded me the more aroused they got. I, in turn, fed off their energy and got more into it. They suddenly changed positions, Rod pulled out and moved around to start fucking me and Chantel removed her dildo and had me start to give her oral. "You like eating black pussy too, girl?" she asked as she pressed my face deep against her vagina. I nodded as I began to lick and kiss her. Rod's cock was soon pumping me from behind. "Oh shit, she has a nice tight pussy," he said. "Yeah but only for real men's cocks. Honey you are only going to want black cock fucking you from now on," she said. It was true, Rod was so deep in me and it felt so good. "Honey you like the taste of my pussy?" asked Chantel I looked up and nodded. "Good, because you can also taste Rod's seed in it as he fucked me before you got here. Do you like that white bitch?" Again I looked up and nodded. "Good Honey, you are accepting your true nature," she said with a smile. "You should only serve black men and women as we appreciate your uniqueness. Your talents are wasted otherwise." I pressed my tongue deeper in her pussy and she let out a loud moan. At the same time Rod continued to fuck me, his large cock pressing deep inside me. I was really enjoying the way they were using me and at the same time I was proud of my own performance. I felt Rod pick up the pace and then then he let out a loud cry as he came inside me. I continued to tongue Chantel as I he pulled out. I could feel his seed running down my legs. I should have been embarrassed or ashamed of what I was doing, but that was long behind me. I was proud I got him off. Chantel had me stop and sat together on the bed. "You definitely were worth the trip out here Honey," said Rod. "I agree, it was worth to have a sexy little white suburban girl to play with," added Chantel. "You liked eating my black pussy didn't you?" "Yes and also having Rod's big cock in my body," I replied. They looked at each other and smiled. "Well Honey, you better get cleaned up," said Chantel. "Thank you," I replied as I got up and headed to the bathroom. Chapter 28 Kelly agreed to pick me up at the hotel and take me to complete a task before the end of the weekend. As I left the hotel, Chantel, slipped something into my hand. "We're going to check you out once you're working fulltime, Honey," she said as gave a quick kiss. "Thanks," I replied as I headed down to Kelly's car. "Looks like you're had an interesting weekend," said Kelly as I stepped into her car. I grinned back. "You have no idea," I said. "Well, you'll have to fill me in," she said. "I will, it's sort of why I called you and my idea," I replied. "I think it's wonderful. I'm so happy you're doing this. It shows you accept who you are," she replied. A couple of hours later I walked out of the salon with her. My hair was now totally dyed lavender and just a few streaks of darker purple running through it. I decided that I wanted to be seen as what I was with no case of mistaken identity. "It looks great, it suits you," she said as we drove away. "What do you think your parents will think of it?" "Who cares," I replied honestly. "They really don't care about me anymore. I saw papers on my Dad's desk for plans to turn my bedroom into an office. So it looks like they plan on erasing my existence when I leave." Kelly glanced over at me and then back to looking at the road. "What?" I asked. "Let's go get some coffee and I'll tell you," she said. Chapter 29 We took a booth in the back of a diner after we got our drinks. "Okay, what is it?" I asked as I took a sip of my coffee. "The Ministry compensates families who have a child picked for prostitution but you already know that. They will receive a check once you have moved out," she explained. I nodded. "I figured that's going to be used for the renovations," I said. "There's more. The Ministry gives parents the option to declare their ex-child as deceased. " I froze and stared at her. "What?" "You already have a new identity, you're legally Honey Wilder. The Ministry can declare Jake Baker as deceased. This gives the family total closure and allows them to move on." I stared back in silence as I absorbed her words. "Your parents have been briefed on this option and they are considering it," she continued "I know this is my job and all that, and that we're not supposed to get close, but I like you Honey. I'd like to be your friend." "What about my birth certificate?" "You'll be issued a new one, it will list that you were abandoned with no known parents," she said. "There will also be a life-long restraining order that will forbid you from seeing them." I felt tears rolling down my cheeks. Kelly reached over and gently wiped them away. "Thanks," I replied. "It is a real shock to hear what you just told me." "I figured you'd find out eventually," she replied. "Besides you might not be there much longer." I cocked my head and looked at her. "Another revelation?" I asked. "This weekend was, in some ways, an audition," she explained. "What do you mean by audition?" I replied. "Well, it was set up to see what you were capable of and you came through with high grades," she continued. "The Diamond Club in Philly is interested in you. Your neighbor is a lawyer who has done business with them for years. He and his wife are also members of the club. It was just chance that they are your neighbors. They have wanted to have you in bed for weeks. They were very impressed with your performance and they contacted the club, who set up your other partners this weekend." I took a long drink of my coffee. "So it was all fake?" I asked. Kelly shook her head. "Oh no, not at all, Marcus really is a friend of Maggie and Steve and he is also is a regular at the club as are Chantel and Rod. The party Marcus set up was his idea but it showed off your additional talents and skills," she explained. "They would have wanted you even without the contact of the club." "That's good to know," I said. "So what happens now?" "The club will be sending someone out here to meet you in person. If they like what they see they will probably offer you a contract," she replied. "I will let you know that they are very impressed that you like black men and women." I took a long sip of my coffee and wished it was something stronger. "How much did you make this weekend from all your tips?" she asked. "Over $1,500," I confessed. "That's awesome," replied Kelly. "Now imagine you did the same sorts of things for high rollers." "Tell me more," I said. "The Diamond Club pays very well. Yes there are set rates for sexual acts. But they also have specials where you can be used for an entire evening or even longer. You will also get tips and gifts from your regular customers. If you are smart with your money you should have a home and a nice nest egg by the time your contract expires," she explained. "You're too good for one of the local houses" "I don't know anything about investing," I confessed. "They said we'd get classes in school." "That's just a start. Be a smart girl and seek out the older girls who are smart, you'll figure out who they are pretty quickly. Stay away from any hard drugs and don't blow your money on material crap," she continued. "Honey, you're a whore, you didn't have a say in that decision, but you don't have to be a dumb whore." "Thanks for the advice. So if they like me, how soon will I get an offer?" "Within the month," replied Kelly. "They'd be fools to pass up on you." "Thanks," I replied. "So what are you going to do with the info I gave you regarding your parents?" she asked. "Nothing," I replied. "Why cause a scene?" Chapter 30 I got home before my parents did. I greeted them when they got home and they treated me with cold indifference. I was basically a house guest who has overstayed their visit. I noticed Mom looked around the house as to see if I had brought people home. They give me one bit of news; my sister wouldn't be coming down to visit. When I asked why they ignored me. I went up to my room and immediately gave her a call. "I just heard the news," I said. "I'm so sorry," said Amanda. I sat on my bed and propped up the pillows and leaned back. "Why?" I asked. "I so want to see you." "They told me stay away until after you leave, and that I'm not allowed to see you anytime," she admitted. "Dad said if I disobeyed him, he could cut me off financially." "What a bastard!" "I know. I'm sorry, I wish I could disobey him," she said. "Don't worry about it," I replied. "I may be leaving soon and you can come see me then. How would they know?" "Where are you going?" she asked. "I may be hired by a major club in Philly. I expect to meet with them this week," I said. "Really? Which club?" she asked excitedly. "The Diamond Club, have you heard of it?" I asked. "No shit? Yeah I've heard of it. My little sister is going to work at the hottest club in Philly!" she exclaimed. I was shocked by her reply. "How do you know about The Diamond Club?" I asked. "Honey, I'm not the innocent little girl daddy thinks I am," she admitted. "I think it's so cool you could be working there." "It's not a done deal, but they arranged that I did quite well." "What did you do?" she asked. "Come on, we're sisters now." I gave her a condensed version of my exploits. "Holy crap, you are a hot little tramp aren't you!" she said with a laugh. "So how was Mr. Walsh?" "He was great," I replied. "I always wanted to have him fuck me," said Amanda. "He was always looking at me whenever we were together at some neighborhood party." "Really?" I asked. "Oh yeah. So what about the others?" "Marcus was great, I loved the feel of him in me," I admitted. "Marcus, the big black guy up the street? So my little sister likes big black cock?" I laughed. "Yes I do, and I had no idea my big sister was so worldly," I replied. "You have no idea little sister," she said laughing. "But now that we're sisters we can share stories. You're far more interesting now that you're Honey." We talked for a while and agreed to meet up once I was out of the house. I was losing my parents, but I was now closer to my sister than I ever had been. Chapter 31 I walked into school on Monday morning and took great pleasure in all the people that looked at me and my new hair color. I knew it would draw attention and I loved that it did. The rest of the Wilder sisters also loved the change. "Well you're pretty much telling everyone who and what you are," said Daytona. "I think it's great." We then exchanged stories about our weekend; I withheld names and info about the possible interview but otherwise I was honest with them. The other Wilder sisters were all impressed with my exploits. "So is it true what they say about their cocks being so big?" asked Cocoa. "Well I'm no expert, but they were longer and thicker. I also wasn't disappointed by the way they used them," I replied with a laugh. When asked about the length erect I held out by hands. "And you were fucked by that?" asked Malibu. "Oh yeah, was I ever fucked by it," I replied with a sigh. I rolled my eyes back as if I was being fucked. The other girls all laughed. Our conversation was broken up by Mrs. Sanchez. "Good morning girls, did you all have good weekends?" she asked. "Especially Honey," blurted Riviera. Mrs. Sanchez smiled knowingly at me. "Girls, your schedules for this week are in your email, please check them and give yourself time to get ready," she said. "Honey, I need to talk to you about your schedule" After the others left to go to their rooms, she sat next to me. "You have a very important visitor coming by to see you on Wednesday. Her name is Jasmine and she is the current manager of The Diamond Club. She will pick you up here at 9 AM for your interview. I must say I'm not surprised as you have turned out so well. Your body is exquisite and you have responded well to both your training and to your programming," she explained. "I'm excited to hear that," I replied with excitement. "You will still have to do your daily assignments today and tomorrow," she continued. "I have adjusted your assignments based on this past weekend." "Okay, thanks," I replied. "Oh and Honey, I love what you did with your hair, it's a bold statement of acceptance," she said. "Thank you," I replied. When I got to my email I saw what she meant. All my customers were now African-Americans. Two were staff and two were students. I was immediately excited by this and began to take steps to get ready. Mr. Johnson was one of the gym teachers and also the assistant football coach. He had been at the school for a long time and was well liked. I was now about to be fucked by him in my training room. He arrived on time to find me wearing just a lace teddy. He closed the door and smiled at me. "I was pleased to hear that I was getting you this morning Honey," he said as he undressed. I could see that his cock was already hard as he took off his pants. Judging by from what I could see I knew I could take him in me. "Like what you see?" he asked. I licked my lips. "Oh yea, I love big black cock," I replied. "Then show me you little white slut," he said. I immediately went to my knees and began to suck his cock to get him nice and hard. He seemed impressed how quickly I was able get most of his cock into my mouth. "I guess you do like cock like mine," he said. I soon had his nice and hard and I looked up at him. "How do you want to fuck me?" I asked. "Get on all fours bitch," he said. I climbed up on the bench and positioned myself so he could enter me. I did rub lube on his cock to ease into my boi-pussy. He pressed up against me and with a slight push his cock slid in me. I heard him let out a moan of pleasure and I knew he was happy. He was quickly pumping his cock in and out with strong strokes. "Damn bitch you have a nice pussy," he exclaimed. "I can't believe you're taking it all." "Oh yeah, give it to me Daddy," I begged. "Fuck my pussy!" I was learning how to make my customers more excited. As I was taught, this sort of fucking was strictly business, get them in, get them off and get them on their way home happy. It didn't take long for him to cum. He pulled out just before, and moved me onto my back. He then shot his wad all over my chest and face. "Damn, you were good girl," he said. "I never fucked a girl like you before; I may have to do it again." "Thanks," I replied. "I'm also good at sucking cock." "You definitely are, much better than those cheerleaders, you could teach them a thing or two," he said with a wink. I had rumors about that but now I had confirmation, not that I cared. I was finding out that the nice suburban town I lived in wasn't as moral as it appeared. Chapter 32 That afternoon I had sex with one of the stars on the basketball team. I pretended that he was a great lover, but he came in less than a minute. I'm sure he was bragging to all his friends how he had me begging for more. I was learning that part of being a good whore was also being a great actress. Unfortunately I ended up missing my ride home and had to walk the half mile home. I didn't mind the distance or even that it was cold out, I was worried about the cops. Sure enough I was only a few blocks away from the school when I saw Scott sitting in his patrol car. I kept walking as he watched me. I could tell that he was waiting for a better opportunity, with less people around, to harass me. So I decided to give him what he wanted and I took a route home that had less traffic. Sure enough he pulled up next to me. "How's it going Sugar Britches?" he asked out the passenger window. I glared at him but didn't reply. "What's the matter Sugar Britches, don't you like your name?" "The name is Honey, not Sugar Britches" I replied as I kept walking "You got a bit of an attitude, don't you...Honey" he said. "You need to learn some manners and your place in the world." "I'm obeying the law, Officer," I replied. "Yeah but we still don't want whores walking our streets," he replied. "You out looking for a customer?" "I'm not working yet, I'm only in training and I'm just walking home from school" I said as I turned and looked at him. "That's not what I've heard," he said. "I think I'll run your ass in and so you can see what we have on your whore ass." I wondered what he was talking about but I could tell he was serious. He pulled ahead and stopped. He then got out of his car and immediately pulled my hands behind my back and cuffed me. I didn't resist. He then pushed me into the back of his squad car. "Are you going to read me my rights?" I asked. "Like your kind has any rights," he replied. "We do, and we also have lawyers," I snapped back. He then turned around and read me my rights. "Happy now slut," he snapped. "What I am being charged with?" I asked. "You'll see slut," he said as he got into the car. Ten minutes later I was walked into the police station and they began to process me. I was fingerprinted, and had a mug shot taken. Several of the other cops had gathered to taunt me. I held back and didn't give them the opportunity to make what was happening worse. I was then cuffed again and placed in a holding cell. An evil looking smile appeared on his face. "You know Sugar Britches; I just realized I made a mistake. I forgot to search you. You might have a weapon or some drugs on you," he said. He pushed me up against the cell wall and began to run his hands down my body. "Please stop," I begged. "Shut up whore," he snapped. I felt his hands on my tits. He paused and when he reached my nipples and he pinched them with his fingers. I flinched and he laughed. "So you aren't as tough as you think," he said. I kept my mouth shut as I was afraid of what he might do if I angered him more. I never felt so vulnerable in my whole life. He continued to feel my body as he worked down to my hips. I was shocked when he ran his hands over my panties. He reached in and pulled out my clitty. "Oh, that's what was in there, I thought you were concealing a weapon...no wonder they made you into a tranny with that worthless cock." Please let this end I prayed. He then ran his hands around to my ass and he pulled my cheeks apart. I then felt him finger my pussy. "Nope, nothing in there...at least not yet," he laughed. "I bet you'd like a big hard cock in your hole." He pulled up my panties and made sure my clitty was back undercover. I so wanted to lash out but I knew I had to keep my cool. "I'm going have my cock in you soon...slut. Not today, but soon and you'll beg me for more," he said as he pushed me against the wall. "Now keep your mouth shut and I won't hurt you," he whispered in my ear. He then left the cell. I slumped down to the floor and began to cry. On the plus side I was now alone. A couple of hours later a detective walked into the cell with Scott, and told me I was being charged with two counts of soliciting. I was pissed but I kept my cool and asked to make my phone call. "Who are you going to call? Your parents won't bail you out. You're going to love the county jail, you'll be really popular there," the detective said. "I know my rights and I want to make my call," I demanded. "Fucking tranny whore says he knows his rights," he said to Scott. "Fine, make your fucking call whore." "Fuck him, we should just throw his ass in county and let them fuck his ass," added Scott as he leered at me. I kept my mouth shut as they uncuffed me. My wrists were sore and I rubbed them as they led me to a phone. I called Kelly and she said to sit tight, that there would be a Ministry lawyer down there shortly. She also said don't sign or say anything else. She sounded furious. The detective put me back in the cell. At least he left the cuffs off. Time really drags when you're in a holding cell and I was getting nervous about what would happen. I have to admit that I was relieved when I was told that my lawyer was here. I was escorted into a small room by the police and was greeted a man in a very nice dark gray tailored suit. He had a very steely look on his face as he motioned for the police to leave. "Honey Wilder, I'm Kirk Granger, your lawyer," he said as he handed me his card. I read it and saw it was from The Ministry. "I talked to Kelly and I will have you out of here shortly," he said. "Thank you. I can't believe what sort of assholes they have been to me," I replied. He smiled back. "It's okay, I'm an even bigger asshole," he replied. "Now tell me what happened." "They said that they had me on soliciting, I was just walking home from school. The only person I spoke to was the cop who arrested me," I explained. "They also said they're going to throw me in with the men in the county jail." He looked at my face and my messed up makeup "What else did they do?" he asked with concern. I then told them the comments that they made about me. I then told him what Scott had done. "What can you do to him?" I demanded. "As you were in a holding cell, nothing officially," he replied. I gasped and felt like crying again. "Hey, don't lose heart, Honey," he said. "Is it because I'm a whore?" I asked. He nodded. "Your rights are limited when you have been charged." "Even if the charges are false?" I asked. "We'll see. Okay, I do have a few questions," he said as he began to look through some paperwork. "Sure, ask away," I replied. "Were you at the Best Western this weekend?" he asked. I nodded. "I was seeing some friends and it's not on the restricted list," I replied. "I wasn't working." "Were you paid?" he asked. I then remembered the tip that they gave me. "I was tipped and I didn't ask for it," I replied. "Am I in trouble for that?" "I can work it out. We're not allowed to override local laws. These local cops like to feel big. If we give them a small victory then they'll leave you alone. If I come down on them hard they'll continue to harass you. Are you willing to make a deal?" he asked. "What sort of deal?" I asked. When he told me I felt faint. "You're kidding right?" I asked nervously. "That cop all but said he was going to rape me." "Your word against his," said Kirk. "I don't like it either Honey." "How do you expect me to agree to this?" I asked. "We do deals like this all the time. If you plead guilty to the charges, you'll walk out of here with no jail time or fines. You will have a record here, but you're leaving soon so that's no big deal. In exchange for this, they will agree to leave you alone," he explained. "And you trust them?" I asked. "No, not really, but they don't know the meaning of the word harassment compared to what will happen to them when I unleash the MPs on them," he said. "I also owe then for the way they treated you and how that cop abused you. You see Honey, we bide our time and when we hit back we nail them." "I'd like to be there when you nail that cop," I said. "That might be arranged," he replied. "So do you trust me?" "I don't want a police record; can't you get them to drop the charges?" I begged. "Honey, I don't mean to sound crude, but it's an occupational hazard for you," he said. "The good thing is that it won't have any impact on your career. Kelly told me about the Diamond Club. They won't care about a charge like this." "Still, this is such BULLSHIT!" I exclaimed. He smiled back. "You're right but we have to let them have their little victory. Now, when we meet them, keep your mouth shut. Do you understand?" I closed my mouth and nodded. "Good girl!" he said Twenty minutes later we walked out of the police station. I now had a record, and as long as I left town in the next thirty days I would not face any jail time. The police also agree to leave me alone. I could tell Scott wasn't happy about this. He got off on his little power trips. "At least you're a convicted whore now," he said with a leer. "I'm going to watching you and if you slip up I will have your ass." Kirk stared him down and walked me out before I could say anything. Out in the parking lot I thanked Kirk and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He gave me his card and told me to call him if I had any more problems. He offered me a ride home and I immediately accepted it. When I got home it was almost midnight. I wasn't exactly surprised, but I was partly disappointed by the fact my parents didn't seem to notice that I was coming home so late. I hoped that the Diamond Club made me an immediate offer as I couldn't wait to get the hell out of this town. Chapter 33 Mrs. Sanchez was very upset when I told her what had happened. "You are to call me if you ever need a ride home, you understand Honey," she said. I nodded. "I'm so sorry this happened to you. I will insure that this doesn't happen to you or any other of my girls," she said. I was happy to see that she really did care about us. I know it was her job to train us to become proper prostitutes, but she was sort of a mother figure for us. "If everything goes well with my interview tomorrow, how soon would I start working at the club?" I asked. "A few weeks to clear the paperwork," she replied. "You can put your notice to drop out of school two weeks prior to your start date." "Good, I'm glad that it will be fast. Life at home has become intolerable," I sighed. "Did you tell them about your arrest?" she asked. I shook my head. "What's the point?" They don't care about me anymore," I said. "It's actually best this way," she said. "I've seen girls try to keep up a relationship with their parents and family and it slowly fades away as you have less and less in common with them." "What about your family?" I asked. "They immediately disowned me and I haven't spoken to any of them in years," she replied. I told her about Amanda and how excited she was to hear that I might be working at the Diamond Club. Mrs. Sanchez smiled back. "I'm not surprised," she said. "Part of my job is to do a family background check and your sister once inquired about becoming a prostitute. " "What?" I said with a gasp. "She talked to one of the recruiters at her college," she replied. "Looking at her test scores she would make an excellent prostitute." "Wow, I wonder what my parents would say if that happened," I said. I also wondered if I should bring this up the next time we talked. "Look at the time, you have to get ready for your first client, Honey," said Mrs. Sanchez. "Do you feel up to it? I can postpone your sessions if you want." I shook my head. "Nope, I'm okay," I replied. I gave her a hug and then headed to my room to get ready. We were now seeing a mixture of clients, just like we will be doing once we start working. I had two blowjobs scheduled for this morning and intercourse in the afternoon. I was looking forward to my afternoon client as it was Coach Johnson again. I guess he really liked me the first time. I also was pleased to have repeat clients as it was a good sign that I would also have them once I started working. Kelly told me that one of the keys to being successful was to get a group of steady regular clients. If I was going to have to do this I wanted to be successful. It's funny; I was probably one of the few students in my high school that was already planning out their financial future. Chapter 34 I was so excited on Wednesday morning for my interview with Jasmine. I was able to do some research on her online. First off, she went by Jasmine, she didn't use a last name anymore, nor did she need one to make herself distinctive. She had started off as a forced transgendered prostitute at age 18, and had her contract bought by the Diamond Club when she was 22. Her contract was renewed and she was made a shift manager, which was very uncommon. She was then made manager of all transgendered prostitutes and now she was the manager and co-owner of the club. She was given much of the credit for making The Diamond Club the top brothel in Philly. I was also impressed that she was coming out to see me herself. This was a task she normally gave to others and this made more than a bit nervous. To avoid a scene, Kelly checked me out of school and drove me to the same hotel where I had been with Rod and Chantel. Kelly told to just relax and be myself. I noticed a large back SUV limo parked out front and assumed it belonged to Jasmine. Kelly pointed to a room that had a large black man, dressed in a tailored suit, standing just outside of the door. "That's where they are, now go in there and knock them dead," said Kelly as she planted a kiss on my cheek. "Thanks," I replied. I was dressed in my normal school uniform, really short skirt, stockings, push up purple bra and matching panties, and low cut white blouse. I was also wearing 4 inch pumps, which I wore to school most days. My makeup was perfect as were my nails. I was especially proud of my lavender dyed hair with dark purple highlights. It wasn't too cold so I just carried my coat over my arm. I walked up to the door trying to hide my nervousness. It was only the rest of life if I screwed this up I thought as I walked to the door. The clicking of my heels on the sidewalk made me feel at ease as I approached the hotel door. I was about to knock on the door when it was opened by another large black man. "Please come on in Miss Wilder," he greeted me as he motioned me inside. "Thank you," I said as I walked inside, followed by the two men. The room was actually a large suite and it had a living room like area in addition to the bedroom. I immediately recognized Jasmine, who was sitting in a large plush chair. She was a tall light skinned African American woman. Her short purple hair was styled in braids. Her photos didn't do her justice as she was stunningly beautiful, while also looking very powerful and distinguished. She was dressed in a short sexy gray pinstriped business skirt and matching jacket, low cut lavender silk blouse and high heels. The suit looked like it was painted on her shapely body. "Please set your bag and coat down, Honey," she ordered. "Thank you," I replied. She motioned me to come closer. "Very nice," she commented. "I'm amazed with the improvements in the process; it's hard to believe you were ever a boy. You are lovely." "Thank you again," I replied softly. "Please relax Honey," she said. "Now please undress...slowly." I smiled back and started to slowly disrobe. I started with my blouse and began to unbutton it to reveal my breasts. I was so fixated on Jasmine, that I didn't notice at first that they were videotaping me. She had me stop when I was just down to my stockings and garter belt. She then had me slowly turn around. Then one of the men came over and measured my body. He called out my statistics to Jasmine who nodded in approval. "Sorry if this seems like you're in a market and being sold, but we need to make sure that you match your description. We've had some potential girls that have had doctored photos," she explained. "You on the other hand are better than promised." "Thank you," I replied barely holding in my smile. Jasmine smiled back. "You seem proud of your body," she said. "I am," I replied. "While I wasn't initially happy with being transformed, I decided to make the most of it. I also decided to always look as good as possible." "And your hair? Is that why you went to having totally dyed hair?" she asked. "Exactly. If I'm going to be a transgendered prostitute than I might as well be totally proud of what society has made me," I replied. "And you did this before you knew about the interview, correct?" she asked. I nodded. "Don't get me wrong, I wanted to get noticed by one of the big clubs, especially The Diamond Club. I don't want to work at some local house. I know I'm better than that," I explained. "But I did it after my weekend adventure a few weeks ago. I knew then what I was and didn't want to hide it." "That's a bit arrogant, Honey," said Jasmine. "But then again, I had the same attitude when I was your age." Jasmine looked at her tablet and scrolled down. "So let's talk about your weekend adventure as you refer to it," she said. "Tell me about it." "What would you like to know?" I asked. "Tell me what you did with each person you were with. Be detailed and tell me how you felt about the actions you did and how you felt emotionally about each person you were with." I took a deep breath and let out a sigh. I then spent the next hour describing in detail about my weekend to Jasmine. I noticed that she was taking notes as I talked. "Very good Honey. I do have a few follow up questions. The first one is how you feel about having sex with women," she asked. "I just did oral with Maggie and Chantel, and I had never done it before, but I thought I was good, judging by their reactions," I replied. "I also found it very enjoyable. It's a nice change of pace from being with a man." "Do you like it better?" she asked. "It's just different," I replied. "Like champagne is different from wine. It depends on your tastes at the time." Jasmine actually let out a laugh. "And how do you like sex with men?" Do you see yourself as gay?" she asked. I shook my head. "I mean I love sex with men, but oral and in my boi-pussy, but I don't see it as gay as I don't consider myself as male anymore. I consider what's between my legs as my clitty," I replied. "And do you want to get rid of it?" she asked. "If I wasn't going to be a prostitute I might consider getting SRS, but I know that it's part of what makes me desirable to men...and women too. I am exotic, I am different and that makes me stand out from the other girls in my school and the other girls I will work with," I said. "I love looking sexy and feminine now." "Excellent answers," she replied. "Just a few more questions Honey." I nodded. "What do you feel about sex with African Americans?" she asked. "I was worried at first as I didn't know if I could take in their large cocks," I admitted. "But now I prefer sex with them." "Why is that?" she asked. "Is it just size?" "No... well size does make a difference," I replied with a smile. "But it's also the way they treat me. They seem to appreciate me more than white guys. They also appreciate what I do for them. I love pleasuring them and how they take control." "Do you consider yourself submissive?" she asked. "Yes, but I can be dominant if needed," I replied with a smile. Jasmine laughed. "Good answer," she replied. "Now are you willing to show off your skills for me?" I nodded. "Harris, would like to be with Miss Honey?" she asked as she turned to one of the men in the room. He grinned and nodded. "Hell yeah," he replied. "Let us go into the bedroom," she said as she stood up. "Honey, do you have objections to being filmed while having sex?" "No as I long as I know about it," I replied. Jasmine nodded knowingly at my answer. Chapter 35 Harris had a very impressive cock and he was quite talented with it. I did my best to pleasure him, starting with oral and then moving to intercourse. He seemed to like it when I rode him cowgirl style as it gave him access to my tits. To be honest I was so into being fucked by him I forgot that I was in an audition and that I was being filmed. I was very happy when I got him off as he fucked me. As soon as he was done, one of the other men was standing by to use me orally. I didn't skip a beat and was on my knees in front of him taking his cock as deep as I could into my mouth. I heard him called Blue by Harris. I later learned he was a part-time musician in an R&B band and his nickname was Bluesman or Blue for short. His real name was Curtis. As with Harris, Blue had a large cock. He really seemed to enjoy my oral skills and likewise I loved sucking him. We were soon on the bed, he on his back and me on his cock, my head bobbing up and down in a strong rhythm with my mantra repeating in my head. "I love cock, I love sucking cock, I want to suck cock, I need to suck cock, cock makes me happy." I was so into servicing him that I didn't notice that Jasmine had undressed and was sitting on the bed next to us. Blue moved me so I was on all fours and he began to fuck me. I could feel his cock slipping in and out and the same time my tits were bouncing to the same rhythm. "Damn she's got a great pussy," he moaned. "I can press in so deep with her.' "Ohhh, please fuck me deeper," I moaned. "You got it girl," he replied. He fucked for several minutes. At one point he shifted me around so we were facing each other, He pulled out just before cumming and shot his wad all over my face and tits. I just smiled back and thanked him for the sex. "No babe, thank you. That was best I've had in a while," said Blue. I thought I saw him nod at Jasmine. I was handed a towel to clean myself up but found I wasn't done as Jasmine wanted to try me. We positioned so we could suck each other's clits. Her clit was almost as big as Blue's and I felt it fill my mouth. She easily took my 3 inches between her lips and began to expertly suck it. It was obvious she was still very talented. "Take your time girl, let's enjoy this," she said. I followed her instructions and was slower in my oral skills. I tried to match the speed that she was doing on my clitty, which didn't go unnoticed by her as I heard her moan "Good girl" We pleasured each other for a while, to be honest I lost track of time. To make it even better Blue and Harris began to play with my nipples, which got me more aroused. It was all I could do to stop from cumming too soon. "Okay girl, let's cum," she moaned. While not exactly at the same time, we both came. She immediately pulled me up and we kissed sharing our seed in our mouths. She then had me swallow what was left. I did as I was told and totally enjoyed it. We collapsed back on the bed and she smiled at me. "You were very good. Now, go take a shower, dress and meet me in the living room," she said. "You'll find your things in the bathroom." Chapter 36 A short time later I was back out in the living room with her and the guys. She had me sit down on a chair next to her. "Honey, you are very good and with some training will become an exquisite whore," she said. I was very happy by what she had just said. To think a few months earlier I would have horrified if I had been told that. "Thank you Jasmine," I replied, barely containing my glee. "You're welcome Honey. Now, I want to sign you to a ten year contract to work at the Diamond Club," she said. I broke out in a huge smile and got up and hugged her. She seemed pleased by my rather enthusiastic reaction to her offer. "So that's a yes?" she asked. "Yes, yes it is!" I replied joyfully. "I will send you the contract this week and I recommend you look it over with your lawyer. I know Kirk Granger and for a Ministry lawyer he's very honest," she said. I nodded. "There is one last thing. I want you for the club, as I see great potential in you, but I would like to groom you for a specific clientele. Now, don't answer right now, think about what I am about to ask you. I would like to make you exclusively for my African-American clients. It's called being blacked, a bit crude, but fitting. A young white girl like you will be very much in demand and the potential to make a lot of money is quite high, we get a lot of rich and powerful men in our club. If you agree to this, it will be in your contract. You will also be marked to show off your sexual preferences." "Marked in what way?" I asked. "You will have a black spade tattoo inked on your wrist and on your ankle. Everyone will see that you only have sex with men and women of color. Be aware that some of your race won't like this. Inside the club you will not have to worry, but outside the club there can be issues. We will do our best to protect you." I could see that she was quite serious. "Honey, even in the city we have to deal with assholes. But we also take care of them. If that cop who fucked you over had been in the city he would have had his ass kicked," she said. "You damn right!" added Blue. "In fact I'd like to go kick his ass now." "That won't be needed," stated Jasmine. "Not unless he does it again, we do have rules to follow." I smiled at the idea of Scott facing Blue and Harris. "So having a record is no big deal?" I asked. "It'll happen again. But don't worry; you'll never spend time in jail as long as you follow our rules. We have some excellent lawyers," she explained. "That's good to know," I said. "So Honey, if you are going to do this, if you are going to get blacked, it must be from the start. This is to show your clients that this wasn't done as a whim. Now I saw you work today and I could see that you would be perfect. I already have some clients in mind that would love you and would love you more if you were marked." I looked at wrist tattoo that already marked me for the rest of my life. I wondered would it that bad to have another one and to be a specialist. "I want to work for you Jasmine," I said. "And I will do as you say and I will think about the rest of the offer." "I'm pleased to hear that. You will be a fine addition to the club." She handed me her card and a piece of paper "Call me in the next 24 hours to let me know on the other decision," she said. "Don't read the paper until after you leave." I put both in my purse. "One question, Jasmine, is it worth it?" I asked. She nodded. "But it's your choice. I won't think anything less of you if you say no." "Thank you," I replied. "Now, you better head home. I don't think they'll miss you at school," she added. We got up and she gave me a hug and a kiss and sent me on my way. Chapter 37 "Congrats," said Kelly as she gave me a hug." "Thanks," I replied. "I'm so excited." "You should be, it's a great opportunity for you and you won't be working in some dreary local club," she said. We got into her car. "You hungry?" she asked. "Famished!" I replied. "Let's go get some lunch," she said. "I know a place nearby that you won't hassled in." As we drove to the restaurant I told her the other part of the offer. "It's a big decision," she said "I know," I said. "I only have to please myself when it comes to this. My parents will consider me dead in a short time. The only member of my family who cares about me will probably agree with any decision I make." "That's true," said Kelly. We pulled into the parking lot of one of the town's better restaurants. "Here?" I asked. "Yes here, we're celebrating! Besides it's very friendly for girls like you," she said. We walked in and were immediately taken to a booth. The waiter came up and Kelly ordered a bottle of champagne. A few minutes later he returned with a bottle of champagne and two flutes. He poured our drinks and said he would be back to get our orders. "Here's to the newest employee of the best brothel in Philly," said Kelly as she held out her glass. I smiled back and after touching her glass with mine, I took a sip. It was delicious. "I could get used to this," I said as I took another sip Over lunch I talked to her about the big decision I would have to make soon. We played back the pros and cons. "The sex really is better," I said. "What else is there about it?" asked Kelly. I thought about what she asked me. "What are you referring to?" I asked. "Did you read the paper that Jasmine gave you?" she asked. "We did some research and gave it to her to confirm." I took out the paper, unfolded read it. My eyes opened wide when I saw it and I felt a range of emotions from rage to disgust. Kelly just sat there in silence as I looked at the paper. "This is all true?" I asked. Kelly nodded. "As I told you we do background checks on everyone who is selected. We just uncovered this information in the past few days. I'm sorry we didn't get it to you sooner. But I think you're entitled to see it, considering your decision you must make," explained Kelly. "The Ministry does surveillance at local brothels, especially when it concerns new recruits like you." I couldn't take my eyes off the paper "The Ministry only uses this information when necessary. We won't expose anyone unless a crime has been committed," she continued. "However it was felt that his information was important for you to know." The paper documented that my Dad had been with a t-girl whore three times since I was transformed, including the night I was initially grabbed, The bastard had gone to the club after learning I was about to be a whore. "What a fucking hypocrite," I muttered. "It's worse than that. He's been asking around, trying to find out where you'll be working," said Kelly. I stared back at her in disgust and shock. I felt my hand crumble up the paper in rage. "I won't do it with him," I said softly. "He can't, I'm his child." "Honey, under the law, if he were to go the Diamond Club, he could legally use you," she explained. "It wouldn't be considered incest as you will no longer be considered his child, or even related to him. His son will be dead. You are Honey Wilder and there will be no official records that you are related." "I could get a DNA test to prove I was," I countered. "You'd have to get a court order and that is difficult if not impossible for a whore to do," she explained. "I need a refill," I said. She poured me another drink, which I immediately emptied then handed the glass back to her. She refilled it. "Take it easy, getting drunk isn't going to help. I know this isn't a good reason by itself to go black, but it's something you need to know," she added. "Do you think he would really fuck me if he knew who I was?" I asked. She stared back at me and then nodded. "We've seen it before. It's a perverse sort of closure for them," she said. I sat back and laughed. "Our whole society is a fucking fa?ade of morality. The cops can falsely arrest people, they can molest people they claim to be degenerates, the pure upstanding citizens have dark sexual pleasures, and the government is so dependent on money raised by prostitution that they force teens to become whores to keep the brothels open. Now to top it off, my own daddy wants to legally disown me, and then fuck me as if I was just another whore. My fellow whores have more honor than most of society," I said. "Oh and I include you in the small group of people who are honorable. I know you have a job and rules to follow, but you have been a great friend and I will never forget you." "Thank you Honey," she said. "I do cherish our friendship and I want it to last." She then took my hand into her own. I looked into her eyes and let out a sigh. "I don't want to be alone right now," I said softly. "We can be at my place in less than thirty minutes," she replied. I smiled back at her "How come I never met a girl like you before I was changed?' I asked. "Who says I would have wanted you back then," she replied before leaning over and giving me a kiss. Chapter 38 We cuddled together in her bed after a long afternoon of lovemaking. "I've wanted to do that for a while," she said. "How many rules did you break by doing it?" I asked. "A few, but none that are very serious," she replied. "I've done worse." I began to laugh. "That's good to know, I wouldn't want to get you in trouble. If I go black, will we still be allowed to get together?" I asked. "Yes as The Diamond Club has some liberal rules for its employees. You can have non-professional dates on your own time. Even if you go black, you can still see women of any race on your own, the rules don't allow for the same exceptions for men. Any men you date on your own must be men of color. I will be happy to sit in with Kirk as we review your contract with you." "I'd like that," I replied. I hugged her close and then in a flash I made up my mind. "I'm going to do it," I said. Kelly kissed me deeply and I returned it. "Up for another round?" she asked. "Oh yeah!" I replied. Chapter 40 Kelly dropped me off at my home. I walked in smelling of sex and showing the glow of Kelly's and my afternoon lovemaking. My mom looked at me and her face showed a look of shock and disgust. I also thought I saw a look of envy. Dad just stared at me without a word. But knowing what I did about him I wondered if he was lusting after me. I kept my mouth shut about it but I had other things to tell them. I sat down in the living room across from them. "I have something to tell you both of you," I said. "What is it?" asked Mom in a very nervous manner. I took a deep breath. "Please allow me to talk without interrupting," I asked. "I'm going to be leaving soon." "When?" asked Dad anxiously. "Please let me finish," I said. "I just received an offer by one of the big clubs in Philly. They want me to work for them. I have agreed in principle." They looked at each other and were about to ask me questions when I held up my hand. "I'll be reviewing my contract with a Ministry lawyer in the coming days and if he thinks it's okay I will be signing it," I continued. I looked at them for their reaction and could tell they seemed relieved. "I will then be reporting sometime later," I said. 'That means you can start work on transforming my bedroom into an office. You can also contact the Ministry about declaring your son Jake as dead. Yes, I have known about your plans for a while." They looked at each other and were about to ask questions when I stopped them. "Don't deny it, give me some credit. I'm not stupid or blind to the way you have treated me since this happened. I also have friends in The Ministry who have told me these things...among other things. Let's make things clear, crystal clear, I did nothing wrong, I was selected by some complicated process that The Ministry won't explain. And you both immediately abandoned me. Don't deny it, as neither of you showed me any compassion." I glared at them and continued. "Oh, you let me stay here, because you had to, but you stopped treating me like I was your child. Yes, I am now transgendered in mind and body. I wasn't before they picked me. Just so you know, The Ministry has some wonderful scientists who created a process to transform an average teenage boy into a transgendered whore. Yes, I am a whore now. Do you have any idea how much pain I was in those first days? All you two were worried about was your status and what people would think of you." I took another breath and continued. I had too much anger in me to stop now. "Well I will soon be out of your lives and I wish you all the best. I know you're getting compensated for your 'loss' and I hope it fills the empty parts of your lives. Just so you know, I kept my part of the deal and will do so until I move out. I have not brought one person here and had sex with them. That doesn't mean that I haven't been having sex. I'm sure you know that I have had sex, lots of sex in school as part of my training. But we were also encouraged to have sex outside of school to improve our skills." Mom gasped when she heard this. "You had sex with strangers?" she asked. "Yes ...and also with others who weren't," I replied with a sly smile on my face. They both had looks of horror on their faces. "Who... are... they?" Dad demanded. "None of your business," I replied. "But some of them are your neighbors and I didn't have to seek them out...they came after me." Dad began to stand up and I shook my finger at him. "Don't ask questions for answers you don't want," I exclaimed. "Some things are best kept secret. And I know many things Dad, many secrets, dark secrets, that you don't want me to mention." I glared back at him and saw in his eyes he suspected I knew his little secret. "It's no reflection on you that I'm a whore, you've made that quite clear to everyone about that. Even those I had sex with know that," I said. "They don't think any less of you than they did before." Okay that last line was a bit over the top, but it still felt good to say it. "Get out," demanded Dad as he stood up. "Get the fuck out of house or I'll throw your fucking whore ass out the fucking door!" I shook my head and motioned for him to sit down. "Sit down. You're not going to do a thing. If you kick me out I will call the MPs and you'll lose your compensation, if not worse punishment. If you hit me, you will be arrested. You see, I'm a valuable commodity to The Ministry and if you hurt me you'll be the one punished. You'll also face legal punishment by my new employer for damaging their property. They will sue you." "You fucking whore," he grumbled as he sat down. "Yes I am, I am a whore, but that's because of the system we live in, and I can accept that. I know so much more about our society now, my eyes have been opened and I see things that most don't see or want to see," I replied. I took a deep breath before continuing. "Now, all I ask is to be left alone until I move out. I will spend most of my time in my room and not bother you too much. I still won't bring anyone here for sex either. I am sorry I had to be so blunt with my comments but you brought it on with the way you have treated me." The both stared at me. Mom was just shocked and didn't seem angry or upset. Dad was seething but he also knew that there was nothing he could do. I also held back other things that would have been even more hurtful. I could expose my Dad for having sex with girls like me and maybe even for wanting to have sex with me. I held back that he had threatened my sister financially from seeing me. I held back that their perfect daughter had her share of sexual secrets. I held back that I was going to be blacked when I worked at The Diamond Club. Maybe I should have told them that, but I felt I had already said too much. "Do we have an agreement?" I demanded. Mom looked at Dad. "Fine," he said. "It didn't have to be this way," I said as I got up and left. Chapter 42 I spent the next two hours on the phone, first with Kelly and then with Amanda. "I'm so proud of you," said Amanda. "I wish I hadn't had to have done it," I said. "But I'm glad that I did." "I understand," she said. "I have things I wish I had said to them." "I know," I replied. "You always can talk to me now." "Thanks. You have no idea how much I've always wanted a sister," she replied. "Technically I won't be your sister once they have me declared dead," I interjected. "Even better," she replied with a laugh. "I hope you're kidding," I said nervously. "Of course I am! And you'll always be my little sister Honey," she said "So are you excited about working at The Diamond Club?" "Very much so," I replied. "And you're only going to be available to black guys?" she asked. "Well any non-white guys, but that will mean mostly black guys and women too," I replied. "And do you think that Dad really wanted to...um...fuck you?" she asked. "We'll never know now," I replied. "I'm not just doing it to avoid him, I actually like it more." "I can't blame you. I dated a black guy for a while and it hasn't been the same since," she admitted. "When did you do that?" I asked. "Last fall," she replied. "I've done a lot of things that you guys don't know about." And things that I do know about I thought. "So, do you really want to be a nurse?" I asked her. There was a pause before she answered. "Not really, but it was the only choice I had. Dad wouldn't pay for college unless I did what he wanted," she replied. "Well, once I am working I can loan you money if you want if you want to study something you want," I said. "Thanks, but maybe I'll join you," she said. There was a pause as she let her words sink in. "In some ways I should have been selected to be in your shoes. I did some wild things going back to when I was in high school," she continued. "I guess I was too good at hiding it." I knew she had had several boyfriends while in high school, but I couldn't remember her doing much else. "Like what?" I asked. "I had sex with Mr. Larsen when I was a senior," she confessed. "I gave him a blowjob to get an A in biology." I laughed when she told me this. "What's so funny?" she asked. "He was my first when I starting training," I replied. "I wonder who he liked more," she said. We both began to laugh. "See we do have a lot in common now," she added. "So are you just kidding about becoming a prostitute?" I asked. "Maybe," she replied. "I have thought about it. I know it's not an easy life, but I don't want to live the type of life that Mom and Dad want me to." "Please don't do anything rash. I didn't have a say in all this and I plan to make the most out of it, but I've lost a lot so far," I said. "Honey, I know, but there's no way I want to be either a nurse or some boring housewife," she said. "I want to be myself." I let out a sigh. "Tell you what; wait until after I have been working a while, so I can tell you what it's like to do it fulltime. How does that sound?" "Okay, little sister, but if I do it, you have to put in a good word for me," she said. "Okay," I replied. After the call I thought about her and that she might also become a prostitute. I wondered if my parents would blame me for it. I also thought about how different my life had become in just the past few months. I had changed so much in the past few months and in some ways it was for the better. Chapter 43 Kelly picked me up in the morning and gave me a ride to school. Along the way we talked about the previous night and my new life. "If there are any problems at home, please call me immediately," said Kelly. "I don't think there will be any problems. If anything would have happened it would have been last night," I replied "Don't be so sure. You hurt his pride last night and he won't forget that." "I will be out of there in a short time. Speaking of which, when are you going to see my contract?" I asked. "Have you told Jasmine your decision?" she asked me. I nodded. "I called her this morning. I feel so good," I replied. "Then we should see the contract today or tomorrow. Barring any issues, you should be able to sign it in a few days," said Kelly. "And then I can leave?" I asked. "Have you given your two weeks notice to your school?" she asked. "I'm going in this morning," I said. The two weeks was a mandatory requirement by The Ministry. To be honest I have no idea why they did this, it was just one of their rules. "Excellent, just think in two weeks you can be in Philly," said Kelly. I sat back and let that sink in. "I hope we can stay friends," I said "I feel the same way, Honey," she said. "Well we're here. Good luck today. I'll call you as soon as I know about the contract." I stepped out of her car and walked straight to the main office. I wasn't sure what to expect but I was ready to move on. When I stepped into the office the first person I saw was Mrs. Jordan, my old career counselor. "How can I help you Honey," she said. "I need to give my two weeks," I replied, "Really? Does that mean you already have a job offer?" she asked. "Yes, I have been given an offer by The Diamond Club," I said proudly. Mrs. Jordan cocked her head and smiled back. "Impressive," she replied. "Please have a seat I will inform Mr. Harris." As I waited I looked around the office and thought about that day when my life changed so drastically. I also noticed the dirty looks from the women working in the office. I just smiled back at them. A few minutes Mr. Harris came out of his office and motioned for me. I got up and walked slowly into his office. "Please have a seat Miss Wilder," he said as he sat down behind his desk. "Thank you Mr. Harris," I replied. "So you have been picked up by The Diamond Club. I must say that's quite a feat," he said as he looked at some papers on his deck. "I earned it," I replied with a sly smile on my face. He looked up at me. "I did. I proved that I can be a worthy prostitute for them," I continued. "Wasn't that the purpose of my schooling the past few months?" "I suppose it is," he said. "It's not like I had a choice. I was transformed in mind and body to become a good whore. I saw that there was no reason to fight it and if I did my best I would end up in a great club and not some local dump. I'm not stupid," I continued. "I never thought you were Miss Wilder," he said. "I have taken great pride in my body and my skills," I said. "I also haven't failed to notice the attention I have received from you." "I beg your pardon," he replied. I stood up and walked slowly over to his desk. "Come on, don't lie, you've wanted me since the day I returned to school," I said as I sat down on the edge of his desk in front of him. "Well this could be your last chance to get me for free." I unbuttoned my blouse, and let it slip off and then I took off my bra. The whole time his eyes never left my chest and without a word he reached up and cupped my breasts with his hands. I looked down and could see that his cock was pressing out through his trousers. "You want me...Freddie?" I asked as I ran my hand down his face. He looked up at me. "I asked you a question, do you want me Freddie?" I asked before leaning down and kissing him. "Oh yeah," he replied. "I heard many rumors that you like big cocks like mine." "It's not a rumor Freddie, it's a fact," I replied as I slipped down my knees in front of him. I quickly opened up his trousers and took his cock into my mouth. He leaned back into his chair and let me go to work. I placed his hands on the back of my head and let him guide me as I sucked him. This was just the beginning as I wasn't content to just give him a blowjob. I wanted to say that I fucked my principal in his office. I have to admit that I was quite proud of how easily I had seduced him. Chapter 44 I walked into my classroom thirty minutes later. I have to admit I loved the looks I got from the women in the office as it was obvious that I had just been fucked by my principal. I headed back to the classroom and cleaned myself up. When I came out of my room, I told my sisters everything. We didn't keep any secrets among us. I also wanted to brag about what I had done. I'm not sure what they were more impressed with, that I was going to work at The Diamond Club or that I had fucked our principal in his office. They all decided to try the same thing before leaving. "Damn Honey you're going to be a legend here," said Daytona. "Thank you," I replied as I took a bow. "So when do you start at The Diamond Club?" asked Malibu. "I don't have a date, but soon, within the next two weeks," I replied. "They want me to complete my training there." "The Diamond Club, that's so cool," said Cocoa. "I wish I could get hired there." "Well girls, you'll soon be getting your job offers starting in the next few weeks. We sent your resumes to all the local clubs and to big ones in the city," said Mrs. Sanchez. "The fact that The Diamond Club so aggressively recruited Honey is a good sign. It shows that we have a great training process." We talked a few more minutes before Mrs. Sanchez told us to get ready for our morning clients. "Honey, you don't need to do this now that you've hired. Besides I would like to talk to you for a bit." We sat down on one of the couches. "So are you happy?" she asked. "Very much so," I replied. "And does that also apply to your specialty at the club?" she asked. I wasn't surprised that she knew. "Yes every much so," I replied. "I suspected you were going to be special," she said. "I had a feeling from the beginning you would make an excellent prostitute." "Thank you," I replied. "I am happy to hear that coming from you." She nodded and leaned in close "So how was Mr. Harris?" she asked. "Wonderful," I replied as I proceeded to tell her all the details. Chapter 45 That afternoon I had another surprise when Miss Kennedy showed up. "It's good to see you again Honey," she said. I nodded back. "I need to give you one last treatment before you leave school. I think you'll find you'll enjoy it much more than last time," she said. I thought about the way I felt when I woke up on an examination table on my last day as a male. "That won't be difficult," I replied. "I thought I was done with my treatments." "Consider this a booster shot," she replied. It wasn't like I had a choice in all this. I no longer considered myself male and I was about to start a ten year contract at one of the best brothels on the east coast. I also loved being a prostitute. "Okay," I replied "Where do we go?" "We have to go to my office. Come with me," she said. Twenty minutes later we were in a medical clinic. I had seen this building many times in my life and had no idea that it was a Ministry facility. "We do treatments for all who become prostitutes here," she explained as she led me into a room. Inside the room was an examination table. I noticed that it was designed so that it could adjustable. "Honey, please undress and lie down on the table," she ordered. I did as she commanded and took off my clothes. "You have a lovely body," she said. "I'm pleased you came out so well." "Me too," I replied. Once on my back, I heard the door open and two other nurses entered the room. Each was pushing a cart that held a large piece of equipment. "This will be similar to when you received your initial treatments; one probe will go in orally, the other anally. For your own safety I will have to secure you down," Miss Kennedy explained. I then felt my wrists being cuffed to the table. I didn't offer any resistance, as I wanted to be as feminine as I could. "Will this be the last one I get?" I asked. She shook her head. "We provide treatment for girls like you on a regular basis. It will part of you annual physical for the rest of your life." The table was then adjusted so my legs were elevated. I felt one of the other nurses ease a probe into my boi-pussy. I let out a gasp of pleasure as it was pushed in deeper. Next a cock shaped probe was positioned in front of my mouth. The nurse asked me to open my mouth and I willingly accepted it as it filled my mouth. "The whole process will take an hour, maybe a bit longer," Miss Kennedy explained as she flipped some switches on the equipment. I felt the probe in my boi-pussy begin to slowly pump in and out. I could feel a warm fluid entering me. Likewise the probe in my mouth began to slip in and out and I treated it like I was sucking a cock. A warm thick fluid began to fill my mouth and I automatically swallowed it. It had a pleasant taste. "I think you'll find this music enjoyable," she said as she placed a headset over my ears. Miss Kennedy didn't have to tell me that this was a female hormone solution that was filling my body. I was happy that I would be maintaining my new body. I had gone too far down the path of femininity to turn back. I felt quite relaxed listening to the music and also very horny by the time the process was over. My clitty was hard but I wasn't ready to cum. Miss Kennedy said that was a normal reaction as she uncuffed me. "I do recommend you go home and take a nap. It takes a few hours for the process to be absorbed into your body," she explained. "Will my body change much?" I asked. "No, it's more to keep it where it is. You may feel slightly different mentally," she said. "I took the liberty of downloading a file onto your phone. I think you'll enjoy it." I looked up at her and smiled. "Well, get dressed and I'll give you a ride home," she said. Chapter 46 I did as she had suggested and took a nap that lasted several hours. When I woke my ear buds were still in my ears. I found that I felt refreshed, but I also was still extremely horny. I needed sex. I knew that and that my toys wouldn't do. I pulled out my phone and called Marcus. Unfortunately he was out of town. I then looked out my bedroom window and looked over at Maggie and Steve's home. The lights were on and I could see their cars in the driveway. I immediately dialed them up. I wasn't under contact yet so this wasn't a violation of my going black. I also owed them for hooking me up with my audition. I also wanted to have sex "Honey! How are you." greeted Maggie. "We were just talking about you over dinner. Congrats on being hired by The Diamond Club." "Thank you. Do you need something sweet for dessert?" I asked. "Ohhh, that would be delightful," said Maggie. "I will be over in twenty minutes," I replied. "We'll be waiting for you," she said. I picked out a cute red dress and some killer heels and got dressed. I didn't expect to stay dressed very long. When I left the house I didn't say anything to my parents. I think they were happier when I was out of the house. Of course I doubt they'd be happy to know that I was going next door to fuck their neighbors. My only concern is if that asshole cop was prowling around. I headed quickly down the sideway towards Maggie and Steve's home. The only sound was the clicking of my heels on the sideway. I made it to their house without any problems. Maggie greeted me at the door and we immediately kissed. It was a deep kiss and our tongues played around in each other's mouth. "My, it is good to see you," she said as we walked into the house. I noticed that she was wearing a black silk robe and under it was just wearing a garter belt and stockings. "I wanted to thank you both for helping me get accepted by The Diamond Club," I replied as I took off my coat. "It was our pleasure," said Maggie. I smiled back at her. "Oh Honey that dress looks like it was poured over your body, it is so sexy," said Maggie. "Thank you," I replied. She walked me right upstairs to the bedroom. Steve was waiting for us. He was also just wearing a silk robe. He had just opened a bottle of champagne and was filling up the flutes. He smiled when he saw me and we kissed deeply. As we kissed I could feel his hard cock against my body. "Looks like I'm overdressed," I said as I let my dress fall off to the floor. Underneath I was wearing a garter belt, stockings, panties and s shelf bra. "Leave the stockings on Honey," said Maggie who was on the bed with her flute. Steve handed me a full champagne flute and I joined Maggie on the bed. He then picked his glass and slid on to the bed with us. "Here's to the newest employee of The Diamond Club!" he said. We touched glasses and I took a sip. It tasted wonderful. In such a short period of time I had grown to love the taste of champagne. "Thank you," I said. "Do you know all the details?" They smiled back and nodded. "Of course. In fact we sort of guided you into it," said Maggie. "You don't mind?" I asked. Steve shook his head. "Not at all Honey. You have to do what is best for your own career," he said. "I can still see you Maggie, when I'm not working," I said. "I'd love that," said Maggie as she kissed me. I felt Steve take my glass from my hand and I began to embrace Maggie. He sat back and watched as we kissed and fondled each other's body. I slowly moved down to her pussy and began to lick her. I wanted to show her how much I had improved since our first meeting. Judging by her moaning I was succeeding. She soon had her hands on the back of my head as I pressed my tongue deep into her vagina. I then felt Steve's hands on my ass. He started by massaging my cheeks and then his fingers worked closer to my boi-pussy. He was soon rubbing against my hole, loosening me up. I could feel him using lube and his fingers began to open me up. I could tell that soon I would have his cock pressing into my body. I was so excited as I wanted and needed this so bad. He didn't keep me waiting as a moment later I felt his cock slip inside me. I gasped for a moment then went back to orally pleasuring Maggie. It was the start of a great evening. Chapter 47 Several hours later we were down in the living room having a nightcap. It was first experience with Port and I found it very warming. "I guess you better get home," said Steve. "I suppose," I sighed. "You were wonderful tonight Honey," said Maggie. "So were you guys," I replied. "Crap," said Steve. "What's wrong?" asked Maggie. "There's a cop car parked across the street," he said. I peeked out the window and saw it. It was parked on the opposite side of the street directly across from their driveway. There was no way to get past it. "I can drive you home," said Steve. "Drive me one house down the street? That wouldn't look out of place," I said. "You can't walk out of here, they're out to get you," said Maggie. "I can sneak out the back and cut across to my house. I'll just have to lose the heels," I said. "That would work. I just don't know how they knew you were here. Tom and Laurie are out of town," said Maggie referring to the Campbells, who lived across the street." "I bet it was my parents," I said. Maggie shook her head. "No it makes sense. I pissed off my dad and this is his way of getting back at me," I said. "I don't think he knows I'm here, but he probably saw me leave." "Call us as soon as you get home. If we don't hear from you we'll call the MPs," said Maggie. "Okay," I replied. "Now, I think we're close to the same shoe size, I can loan you a pair of workout shoes. They won't go with the dress but you can't go out barefoot." Chapter 48 I quickly sneaked across the yards and slipped inside through the porch door. The house was dark and quiet and I headed to the stairs. I had snuck up these stairs many times as Jake and I knew which ones squeaked. I was able to get upstairs with barely a creak. I slipped into my bedroom, closed and locked the door. I let out a sign of relief and headed to the window. I could see the cop car was still parked there. Enjoy your wait asshole, I thought. I then pulled my phone out of my purse and called Maggie. "I'm home safe," I said "Thanks for the great time." "Any problems?" she asked. "None," I replied. "If there are any problems let us know," said Maggie. "You're a sweet girl Honey. We don't want to see you get hurt." "Thank you." I then went into the bathroom to take a shower. I knew that my parents would hear it and they would know I was home. I wish that it hadn't gotten this bad, but it had and there was no turning back. There wasn't going to be a storybook ending. They were about to write me out of their lives and I was about to become a professional prostitute. As I showered I thought about what had happened that evening. I had never felt so aroused or confident in my sexual abilities. I knew that The Ministry had done something to my head and to be honest I didn't care. If this would make me a better whore, then so be it. When I came out of the shower, I peeked out the window to see that the cop car had left. Chapter 49 Kelly picked me up and took me to school the next morning. I told her about the previous night and she confirmed my theory on the treatments I had received. "I'm sorry that I can't tell you these things ahead of time," she said. "No need to apologize. I understand it's your job," I interjected. "We all have to do what it takes to do our job." "Thanks for understanding," she said. "I do care about you Honey. I don't always feel this way about my assignments. You're special and I really like you." "I appreciate you telling me that. So how does the contract look?" I asked. "It's very generous, Kirk will be waiting for us at your school and he'll go over it with you," she said. A short time later I was seated at a table with Kelly, Kirk and a distinguished looking African-American woman. Her name was Brenda Rice and she was a lawyer for The Diamond Club. I would later learn that she was one of the few women lawyers in the city. Kirk and Brenda explained the various rules and regulations I would have to follow. My contract would be ten years with an option for an additional five years. I would be getting a base salary along with the potential for bonuses. Because of the path I had picked my base salary would be higher. Bonuses could come from being part of special events to providing referrals. Additionally any earnings from tips or gifts were mine. I would be provided housing for my first six months and then I would be required to get my own place. Brenda explained that while they had a good working relationship with several rental agencies. She recommended that I look into buying my own place as soon as possible. It was explained that I could see people outside of work, but could not charge them. That made me happy was I could still see Kelly. I also learned that I was getting full medical and dental. There were a whole list of rules and regulations that I was required to follow. For example, I was not allowed to get any piercings or tattoos without the permission of the club. "Just so you know, Jasmine has a great idea for some ink for you. You'll get it after you sign along with your working ink," she said. "What is it?" I asked. She smiled back, it's a surprise and you're going to love it," she said. We spent another hour going over the contract. Kirk told me it was a very generous offer. I looked at Kelly who nodded in agreement. I picked up a pen and signed to be a prostitute at the top brothel in Philly. "So when do I start?" "You're now an employee of the club, it will take a day or two to get through the usual ministry paperwork," he said. "We'll call you in a day or two." "And I need to get you inked," said Brenda as she pulled out her phone. Chapter 50 I stared at my naked body in the full length mirror admiring my new tattoos. "So what do you think?" asked Jasmine, who was standing behind me. 'I love them!" I exclaimed. I now had dozens of honey bees tattooed over my tummy, back, legs and shoulders. They appeared to be flying around my body. They were more cartoonish than realistic and looked both cute and sexy. If you looked carefully enough you could see they had eyelashes and red lips "This way everyone will know you are Honey," she said. "I like to give my special girls a distinctive look" "I won't let you down," I said as I turned to see my back. At the base of my back, just above my boi-pussy was a tattoo of a bee hive. As part of the design, my registration barcode designating me as a professional prostitute was integrated into the hive. I also had three other tattoos. On my left ankle was a black spade to let the clientele know who I served. I had another one on the inside of my left wrist just above my transgendered mark. The last tattoo I was very proud to have. On my right wrist was tattooed what looked like a diamond bracelet. It went all around my wrist and let everyone know who I worked for. Only the top brothels marked their employees this way and it was a badge of honor. There were severe penalties for fake ink. "Now you have a few days to wrap up your life here," she explained. "To be honest, I don't need them or want them, can I leave now?" I begged. "There's nothing for me here." She smiled back at me and then gave me a gentle kiss on my lips. "I'll look into speeding up the bureaucracy, Honey," she replied. Chapter 51 Kelly and I were seated in a local bar, having a drink to celebrate my new life. "Those bee tattoos are quite distinctive, you're really going to make a name for yourself," she said. "I love them," I replied. "To think I once hated my new name." "Well, you have had some help in accepting who you are now," said Kelly. I nodded. "I know that the programming has made me accept who I am, but it does make my life easier," I said as I took another sip of my wine. Kelly shook her head. "It's not just the programming. Honey, I've helped transform dozens of girls like you over the past few years. And I've only seen a handful so successfully accept their new lives. Part of it has to come from inside," she said. I cocked my head. "So you're saying that deep down I always wanted to become a whore?" I asked. "Not exactly, to be honest how this all works is beyond my education. I wanted to study medicine but I couldn't get one of the few quotas to do so, but I've studied on my own. I was forced to become a beautician...I hated it and jumped at the opportunity to work for The Ministry. Anyway, over the years I've seen how the programming works, I've seen people broken and transformed, but acceptance, like I've seen in you, in such a short period of time is rare. I think you just decided that there was no point in fighting something beyond your control and to turn it into something that you can control. I think that's why you made the choices that you have." I thought about what she said. "If I understand you right, then I picked this to maintain control?" I asked as I pointed to the spade tattoo on my wrist. She nodded as she finished her drink. She then motioned to the bartender to get us some refills. "That's deep," I said. "Not bad for a Ministry beautician," she replied. "You're more than that, in many ways we're similar, we made the best of the situation life handed us" I said. "Thanks for helping me through this." "Not bad yourself," she said The bartender refilled our drinks and walked away. "I owe you some thanks too," she said. "When I first met you, you were just another teenage boy I was helping turn into a feminized whore. I long stopped getting emotional on what I was doing or thinking about the ethics of what I was doing. It was a job. But becoming friends with you changed that." "What do you mean?" I asked. "I like your spirit Honey," she said. "I will think of you when I get my next assignment and be less detached. I was rather indifferent to you at first." "I remember," I said as I took another sip. "So why did you change?" "I'm not sure. I think it was when you were so sick from the initial transformation and how your parents were treating you so badly. Oh, I've seen things like that before, but what hit me was that as soon as your mother found out that you were sick because you were changing she stopped helping you. The pain I saw in your eyes hit me hard," she explained. "I really appreciated your help. I was ready to give up then," I admitted. We looked at each other and then we hugged. Chapter 52 After having dinner, Kelly dropped me off at my home. I went directly to my room. I knew I should tell them I was leaving soon, but I also I knew my presence would just provoke an argument and I decided that it wasn't worth it yet. As soon as I had the date I would tell them. I was also a bit pissed off about the cop car. I didn't have proof but I suspected my dad of calling them. Part of me wanted to confront him, but I also knew that it was almost over and why create an argument. I also wasn't sure if I wanted to bring up the info that Kelly gave me about his past experiences with girls like me. Maybe part of me hoped it wasn't true. In a short time I would be in Philly and they could move on to life without me. I still had to go to school, not that there was anything for me to do there. Now that I was under contract with The Diamond Club, I no longer had to practice my trade on student and staff, which suited me fine. I wanted to do it for money. Jasmine told me that I would receive a new level of training once I arrived at the club. I was looking forward to it. She said that there were techniques I could learn that would bring in more money. I decided that she would be my role model and I would try and learn as much as possible from her as possible. I knew that my window of opportunity to make money was limited. I wanted to be rich and successful. I also liked the idea of becoming a manager like Jasmine. I sent some photos of my bee tattoos to Amanda before going to bed; I knew she would love them. Chapter 53 My sisters treated me like I was a celebrity and they wanted to know everything about my contract. Malibu seemed a bit shocked that I had decided to get blacked but when I explained her why I did it she agreed that I had made the right choice. Daytona then told us that she had gotten a contract offer. It was with Club 69 which was also a top brothel in Philadelphia, but not quite on the same level as The Diamond Club. I was so happy for her. The other girls were still waiting for offers. Daytona later told me that one clause she insisted in her contract was that her step-father would not be allowed to use her. I told her I fully understood and told her about my Dad. I spent the rest of the day reading my company handbook. I was impressed with how there were so many rules to protect the employees. I wasn't surprised as most of the club's management started off working as prostitutes. This wasn't true in most clubs, especially in the smaller local houses. It was also rumored that organized crime owned many of the smaller houses. First off, the club had all kinds of prostitutes. There were men, women, and of course other t-girls working there. They also employed a large support staff. It was considered one of the best businesses to work for in the city. The Diamond Club was more than just a brothel. It was also an amazing adult night club. There were several rooms with various themes. One room had a bar and featured exotic dancers. To save money, all the dancers and servers in that room were also prostitutes. I was pleased to read that I would receive instruction on how to dance. While it may sound degrading to make us dance and serve tables, it would allow us to advertise ourselves to potential clients. My distinctive tattoos now made sense, as a new client could just tell the floor manager that they wanted the girl with the bees. The main brothel took up serval floors and could only be entered by passing through a secured entrance. This was a Ministry rule to ensure no one "accidently" got inside. I laughed when I read this as who could walk into a brothel by accident. The brothel section had areas in which we could interact with potential clients. There were music and drinks available to make it a more social setting. I would be assigned a private room to see clients. It was furnished as a bedroom and could be decorated to match my own tastes. Jasmine suggested that I make my room look like a high school girl's bedroom. She explained that my youthful looks would make me very popular. I would be provided with a variety of high school uniforms and also cheerleading costumes. I would also be provided with top of the line lingerie. It was all very exciting. Additionally there were theme rooms that could be used with a special client. These often took on fetish type themes. I was told that I would get introduced to those rooms over time if I was interested. The club also had a gym and private kitchen for employees. While my body was designed to maintain weight, I still worked out regularly. It was very relaxing. It was nice to know we had a place of our own. One of the best rules that The Diamond Club had was that my contract couldn't be sold to another club without my permission. While Philly was a top location, many of the brothels in Vegas, LA and New York often came around looking for new talent. I had no objection to going off to a new location, I just wanted a say in it. The manual also described what we could do in our off time. The good news was that most of the downtown city was open and we didn't have to worry about going into a restricted area. I was pleasantly surprised to see that meant the historical areas were open to us too. The same applied to the many art museums. Traveling outside of the city was far more complicated. Most suburban areas were off-limits and required special permission to enter. Most of my town was that way with just a sliver of businesses open to us. I wasn't too worried about that, as I had no intention of ever coming back here. I thought about the fact that there could be a fake grave with a headstone above it marking my death and felt a chill run up my spine. I wondered if they would even hold a funeral. Chapter 54 Just before school ended, Kelly came into the classroom and gave me a hug. "What was that for?" I asked. She smiled back at me and gave me a kiss. "Can you be ready to leave tomorrow?" she asked me. "Yes!" I exclaimed. "We'll talk about the details on the way home," she said. "Now, I think it's time you said your goodbyes." I was surprised how emotional I got saying goodbye to my sisters and to Mrs. Sanchez. We promised to keep in touch and I planned on doing it. Yes, I was friends with them, but it was also good to have connections with other clubs. The good thing was that Daytona's club was just down the street from The Diamond Club. We would continue our friendship and later I was partly responsible for her contract being bought out by The Diamond Club. On the ride home Kelly told me that a limo would be picking me up the next day. "Are you bringing much with you?" she asked. "I already have two bags packed with personal stuff and some clothing. I also have my laptop," I said. "The Ministry will take care of the rest," she said. The next few minutes passed slowly. "You have to tell them," she said. "I know," I replied as I looked out the window. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. "I know I have to leave, but why do I suddenly feel so sad?" I asked as I began to cry. "Because you're human," said Kelly. "I would be more worried if you weren't crying." She pulled into the driveway and hugged me as I cried. Chapter 55 My parents weren't home yet so I had time to get cleaned up. I also looked around my room to see if there was anything else I wanted to take with me. When my parents arrived Kelly and I headed downstairs to talk to them. We sat down in the living room. Thankfully Kelly was next to me, holding my hand to give me strength. "I'm leaving tomorrow," I announced. I looked at their eyes for some sort of emotion. What I saw was relief and it took all my strength to continue. "I know that you'll be moving on from me, but I do want to thank you for raising me," I said softly. "I never wanted this to happen to me, but as it has I have to make the most of it. If you want to contact me, I left my email and other contract info on the kitchen table." Mom started to open her mouth but stopped. I looked directly at her eyes as if to beg her to speak, but she kept her silence. The room grew heavy with silence. It took all my strength not to break down bawling. I gave them one last chance. "So, do you have anything you want to say to me?" I asked. They looked at each other and I saw that Dad was staring at my exposed wrists. He could see my spade tattoo. Without hesitation I shifted my leg to show off my ankle tattoo. I could see a strange look in his eyes which confused me at first. I wasn't worried if Mom saw my ink, as I doubt she would know what they meant. But Dad knew what they meant...they meant that I was now off limits He stared at them and shook his head slowly. That was it. I nodded and got up with Kelly and we walked upstairs. Chapter 56 "You did all you could," said Kelly as she comforted me. We were sitting on my bed and she had her arm around my shoulders. "You gave them a chance and at the same time you kept your dignity. I'm very proud of you," she continued. "Thanks," I replied. "I almost lost it a few times. "I know," she said. "I also saw what you did with your ink...that was worth seeing." "I had to do it," I replied. She nodded back. "I can't stay here anymore," I stated firmly. "I need to leave now." She nodded as if she expected me to say that. "You can crash at my place tonight," she said as she gently ran her hand over my cheek. I smiled back at her. "I'd love that," I replied and we kissed. It took me thirty minutes to pack up the rest of my things. It would have been too difficult to spend that last night there. It was time to move on. We had to make a couple of trips to carry my things out to Kelly's car. As were finishing up my parents came to the front door and watched us. I walked over to them. "I've decided that I can't stay the night here," I said. "I'm crashing at Kelly's place tonight." They didn't reply although Dad nodded. "I have a few more things to grab and I'll be out of here," I continued. I'll be done in a few minutes." I went back up to my room and looked around. Satisfied I got everything I needed; I put on my coat, grabbed my bag and headed down the stairs. To my surprise, my parents were still there. Maybe they were going to say something I hoped. As I was about to step out the front door, I turned and handed them my house key. "I won't need this anymore," I said. Mom took the key from me without a word. "Well, this is goodbye," I said. I stood there for a moment and looked at them. They said nothing. I sighed and turned around and headed to Kelly's car. I got in and Kelly kissed me. As we backed down the driveway I looked at the house that had been my home for my entire life. My parents had already closed the front door. I hopefully looked to see if they were looking out the window but they were gone. There are no fairytale endings in life. Chapter 57 I cuddled up next to Kelly in her bed. We were both naked and lying together under the covers after spending the past couple of hours having sex. I had to smile when I realized that I had more sex with women now that I was a t-girl. Thanks to my training I was quite proficient giving oral sex now. Sure I could use my clitty, but a vibrator was larger and worked much better. My clitty was pretty much there for men to play with, all while considering themselves straight. Titles regarding sexual identity didn't mean that much to me anymore. While I was far more female than male, I was still in between, the third gender. Besides, now that I was a prostitute it made sense to be able to please both genders. Still, making love with Kelly was different. I knew that I could never be in a real relationship with someone due to the Morality laws, but the time I spent with Kelly was cherished. "You awake?" she asked me. "Yes, I'm just thinking," I replied. "Thinking about what?" she asked. "Us," I replied. She kissed me. "So what about us?" she asked. "I see my time with you as special. I know the laws and that you're in a relationship, but I really love being with you," I said. "Does that make sense?" "As much as any of this makes," she said. We cuddled closer. "Thanks to you, I've taken a deeper look at my job," she continued. "I thought about quitting, but have decided to stay and help future girls through their transition and not just with makeup and dressing," "That's cool," I said. "So what about us?" "That's complicated. I do love our times together, but I also love my boyfriend. I have told him about you," she confessed. I looked over at her. "Everything?" I asked. She nodded. "We've always had an honest relationship. He would like to meet you someday," she said as she ran her hand over my cheek. "I know you said that you gave him a night with a girl like me for his birthday, but I can't see him now," I said. "Yes you can, Honey, he's Marcus's brother!" she said with a laugh. "No shit?" I asked. "You have to watch your mouth young lady," she replied. We both began to laugh. "So now you know why I fully supported your decision," continued Kelly. I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a long hug. "I hope we stay friends for a long time," I said with a sigh. "So do I Honey," she replied. Chapter 58 A little after nine in the morning a black SUV limo pulled into the parking spot in front of Kelly's townhouse. I greeted the driver when he came up to the front door. The driver was a stocky white guy with neatly trimmed moustache and goatee. He was dressed in a tailored back suit. He also had the look of someone who knew how to take care of himself. I was dressed in a short leather skirt, a lavender silk blouse, and black leather boots. I had a short matching leather jacket on as the weather was still cool. The driver was very nice and he carried out all my bags and put them in the back. "Well, Honey, give me a call when you get settled in. I will try to pop in and see you in the next week or so, but I suspect you'll be kept busy," said Kelly. "I can't wait to see you and show you around," I replied. "You can do this. I know you're going to succeed," she continued. "I have everything loaded Miss Wilder," said the driver. "Thank you. Um, please tell me your name," I asked. "Gino," he replied. "I'll be there in a moment Gino," I replied with a smile. He tipped his cap and walked back to the car. I looked and Kelly and we kissed goodbye. "Thanks for everything," I said. "It was my pleasure," she replied. I walked to the limo. Gino opened the back door and I slipped inside. Once he was inside, he turned around and smiled at me. "Miss Wilder, I'm one of the regular drivers for The Diamond Club so I'm sure we'll see a lot of each other. If you ever have any questions or need anything you come straight to Gino, okay?" I smiled back. "Thanks Gino," I replied. "And please call me Honey." He smiled back. "Will do. I already like you Honey, you're not stuck up like some of the others at the club," he said. "Traffic isn't too bad this morning so we should have a pretty quick drive. Just sit back and relax and if you need anything let me know." "Thanks Gino," I replied as I leaned back. I looked out the window as we drove through my hometown; the place I had been born and raised and now would be exiled from. We just passed out of downtown and were driving for the highway when I heard Gino curse. "What's wrong?" I asked. "Local cop is on my ass, he just flashed his lights at me. What the hell, I didn't do anything wrong," he said. I looked out the back window and saw Scott Grimes walking towards the limo. I felt a chill run up my spine. Gino must have been looking at me in the rearview mirror. "You okay Honey? You look like you've seen a ghost." "You didn't do anything wrong. This cop is an asshole, he hassled me before and he wants to fuck with me one last time," I blurted out. Gino let out a laugh. "So this is the guy? He does look like an asshole. No worries kid, I was warned about him," he said with confidence. He then turned around and winked at me. "Now just be quiet and let me do the talking," said Gino. "This will be fun." Gino rolled down the window and waited for Scott to come up. "What seems to be the problem officer?" he asked. "We have a local law about transporting prostitutes," said Scott. "I got a tip that your passenger is a whore and she was illegally working in our town. We don't allow whores here." "Whoever told you that didn't know what they were talking about. I picked her up at the home of a Ministry employee and am driving her to her place of employment," said Gino. "Here's my log." He held up a tablet but Scott wasn't interested in looking at it. "I'm going to have to run her in. She is in violation of a legal agreement she made earlier," said Scott. "And if you don't cooperate I'll run your ass in too." He looked back at me and smiled. "I told you I would have your ass in jail Sugar Britches," he said. "Now step out the car." "Ain't gonna happen Pal," said Gino. "What?" Scott replied with a stunned look on his face. "What did you say to me?" "You heard me. I'm not going to cooperate and I'm under no obligation to turn her over to you. Now you can let us go on our way or you can discuss it with a couple of MPs and some Ministry lawyers down at your station," stated Gino. "Your word against mine and I'm a cop," said Scott. "And they won't believe a whore either." "Wrong again Pal, this hasn't been a private conversation," said Gino as he held up his phone. He then began to laugh. "You're the one whose ass is about to get busted," said Gino. "Officer Grimes, this is Kirk Granger, we met before, I'm sure you remember me. You were specifically warned to stop harassing Miss Wilder." Suddenly there was silence and I could Scott's face turn white. "Since you obviously can't follow simple instructions we're going to have to do it the hard way. I will be at your station with a couple of MPs and we'll continue this conversation in person. If you want to lessen the pain of this conversation then let Miss Wilder go on her way. If you decide to arrest her, I promise that your life will get even more complicated. Do you understand Officer Grimes?" continued Kirk. "Fine," said Scott as he glared at me. "Good. I am looking forward to talking to you soon," said Kirk. "The Ministry doesn't like it when their agreements are ignored." Scott looked at Gino and told us to get going. I watched as Scott walked slowly back to his patrol car. "That guy will be lucky if he's a mall cop after today," said Gino. "He won't be that lucky," said Kirk. "Honey, you okay?" "Yes thank you so much." I replied. "If you were here I'd kiss you!" "It was my pleasure. I thought that guy would try something so I briefed Gino ahead of time. I also remember you said something about wanting to see him being taken down. Was it was worth it?" he asked. I laughed. "It was better than I could have hoped for," I replied. "Thank you so much." "You're welcome. Take care Honey," he said. "Good job Gino, I'll call you if I need a statement." "My pleasure," said Gino as he hung up. "Thank you," I said. "I haven't had that much fun in a while," said Gino. "I thought he was going to piss himself when I held up the phone. I love seeing bullies put in their place." I leaned back and smiled. Then I wondered who tipped him off. Part of me wanted to know and the other part decided it was time to move on. If it was my parents did I really want to know? A short time later Kelly called to check in and I told her what happened. Of course, she knew about the plan but she didn't want me to worry. After I hung up I looked out the window and thought about my future. Chapter 59 Well, the next six months flew by quickly as I adjusted to my new life as a fulltime professional prostitute. There was so much to learn, but thankfully the staff was extremely friendly and helpful. Initially I was worried how I would fit in as the new girl but I was quickly accepted. Part of this was due to the way Jasmine ran the club. She ensured that there were always enough girls working at a given time and the selection of girls complemented each other so not to create friction. She had also computerized the reservation system so she always had the right mix of girls to serve the clients. I found that there were several types of girls working at the club. Some were just interested in the moment and what they could get from their clients. They didn't see any reason to plan for the future as life was too short to worry. There were others who had become jaded and were going through the motions. I noticed these types didn't last long and Jasmine moved them to different sites or clubs. She always was generous when she did this to ease their departures. Then there were a small population of girls who wanted the more than just quick gratification. They were the one who were investing their earnings, buying property and looking ahead to the day when they could become management. These were the ones I hooked onto and tried to learn from. Yes, I wanted to have fun, but I also wanted a future. After two months there, I put my deposit down on my own place. It was a great apartment located in a high-rise a short distance from the club. It also had a killer view of the city. Just as Jasmine had said, I was soon very popular and had a list of regulars. As a professional I was bound to keep their names a secret but several of them were well known men in the community, including a few politicians and several athletes. They were all very generous tippers and I made sure to bank most of my earnings. I also was constantly trying to improve my sexual expertise. I didn't want to stay stagnant. I took great pride in my skills. I didn't just want to be known as the bee-girl. My tattoos did get a lot of attention and I was so glad I had them. One of the players for the Eagles had a particularly good game after being with me and he nicknamed me "Buzzy". I quickly became the good luck charm for him and some of his teammates. Only his closest friends could call me Buzzy and they playfully joked about getting stung by me. I loved it. Daytona and I stayed in touch and I even put a word in for her. Her contract was bought out a short time later and I gained another friend at the club. I also got a nice bonus which went towards remodeling my bathroom. I loved my new tub! The other Wilder sisters all were hired by lower level clubs in the region. They seemed happy with their lives and who was I to criticize them. Jasmine told me that she preferred girls like Daytona and I, as we came into this career reluctantly and that we wanted more than just sex. Scott Grimes "resigned" from the police force. It was either that or face numerous charges. I was worried he might show up in Philly looking for revenge, but Gino told me that he wasn't that stupid. He added that if he did show up, it would be the last thing he did. I knew Gino wasn't joking. The last I heard, Scott was selling used cars up in Allentown. As expected, Jake Baker died after a sudden illness right after I left town. I read my short obituary online. It mentioned the funeral and where I was to be buried. It was very surreal reading about your own death. I hope that my parents are happy now that they have closure. I also decided to let go of the anger I had towards them and move on. Amanda refused to participate in the farce that they called my funeral. She said it pissed off Mom and Dad, but she didn't care as it was time to live her life the way she wanted. She dropped out of college and came to Philly. She crashed at my place for a while and I was worried that she was going to follow my lead and become a whore, but fate intervened. She came to visit and I ended up introducing her to Marcus. They immediately hit it off and got married a few months later. She now works as his secretary and is quite happy. Kelly and I remain close friends and manage to get together regularly. She keeps me sane. Oh, I know that I will never be in a real relationship with her, it's not allowed in our society. So I cherish every moment we spend together. Her boyfriend Dan doesn't mind that he has to share her with me. Of course, he gets to be with me every now and then, so that keeps him content. Yeah, my life is far from average these days. I don't think I would have picked this if I had been given a choice, but since it is my life I plan on making the most of it. It's rather interesting that even though I'm not considered to be a real citizen, and the majority of the people see me as below them, I know more about how this country works. At least I am honest about my life and admit that I'm a whore. In many ways I am more moral than the fine upstanding people that blindly follow the laws and who publicly look down on me and my kind, while secretly lusting after us. The End