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One Change After Another By Julie O Chapter 1 The sound of my high heels clicking on the sidewalk was deafening to me. I paused for a moment when I caught a glance of my reflection in the windows of the storefront as I sauntered by. I truly looked like a fantasized version of street whore...and I knew it wouldn't be long until I was propositioned again, and I would be having set with a stranger for money...again. Begrudgingly I had to admit that I looked hot. I also knew that I could go with any man who wanted me that night, as long as he paid me, as I was a whore. It was my punishment for disobedience. I reached up to brush my blonde hair, and I could see my fluorescent pink nails on each finger. I didn't just look like a whore, and I looked like a total bimbo whore, a fucktoy...for hire. It was apparent to even the casual observer that I was available... which was the plan. My total appearance just screamed that I was a working girl. I was wearing a short black leather skirt, pink fish-lace stockings, open- toed pink 4-inch-high, pink-colored pumps, a low cut sleeveless bright pink top, and a shelf bra that showed off my large breasts. The material of the top was so thin that my nipple rings were visible. A pink-colored thong kept my sissy-clitty in place. My makeup was done heavily with lots of eyeliner and eyeshadow. My enhanced lips were coated with bright pink lip gloss. To top it off, my blonde hair was styled with large curls, with pink highlights, which gave me a very sexy but also slutty appearance. The sexier I looked, the more men I would have that night. I had long accepted that I was transgendered and loved looking feminine, but my current look wasn't my idea; it was forced on me because I had been disobedient. My name is Ivy, and it had once been Evan, then Elaina... but that was a lifetime ago, two lives that are long over. So I am just Ivy now, and I am a whore. I'm not put off by the word whore either, as I can't deny what I have become. As I strutted down the street, I momentarily thought about how I had been changed. Just six short months ago, I had a great life for a twenty-two-year-old male. The company that hired me out of college had me on the fast track to management. True, I would have to live in a part of the country with no family ties, but the money and promotion opportunities were too good to pass up. Anyway, as a newbie to the city, the initial problem was that I was slow in establishing myself here. I wasn't the type to make friends easily, and I ended up with a lot of free time by myself, and that's when I began to give in to my urges. Yeah, I had fought my feelings to dress up in women's clothing since puberty. Over time I shrugged it off initially as just a sexual fetish, but deep down, I knew that it was far more serious than that. It wasn't just dressing up; I wanted to be a woman and to have sex as a woman. Still, it was something that I thought I could control...but time and bad decisions had proved that wrong. So I began to hang around in fetish chatrooms. After a few weeks, I was befriended by a man who claimed to help me become the woman of my dreams. I didn't see the harm as I had no intention of ever meeting him in public. But, slowly, he began to take control, and before I knew it, he had pushed my boundaries and molded me to where he wanted me...under his total control. Unfortunately, by the time I realized what was happening, it was too late. I had been an easy target for the man who would soon take total control over my mind and body. "Hey, Babe! You look hot!" I was snapped out of my thought by some asshole in a Tesla. Immediately I knew that he wasn't serious. The real clients weren't that bold and loud. I was quickly learning how things worked when you're a street whore. Anyway, as I worked my way down the street looking for my next client, I blamed myself as much as I blamed him for my current circumstances. If I had been stronger, I might have avoided my current situation. Now it was too late to turn back. My body was almost entirely feminized. The only part of me that was still masculine was my tiny clitty. I was allowed to keep it because it made me more desirable, as men loved using a feminized white whore. In addition to my body, he also transformed me mentally to obey him and be a bimbo whore. Some of this was due to his programming and the rest chemical...leaving me under his power. So back to how I ended up here. At first, he ordered me to do things via our online chats. I believed it was all a game and played along. I was also lonely and wanted someone who understood my desires. I was also tempted by the thrills he was offering me. It also turned me on a lot. He quickly discovered that I was submissive, and he began to use this against me. First in the chatrooms, but it quickly escalated, and he was controlling all aspects of my life. After several weeks of playing online, he pushed and convinced me to take actual steps to begin my femininization. I could have refused or pretended to follow his orders, but instead, I slowly surrendered his demands; his control over me was so intense that I couldn't disobey him. When he began to ask for photos of me dressed, I didn't see any harm, and I naively complied. I admit that it was a turn on and I love reading his comments. I admit that I was naive. It never occurred to me that he would build up a portfolio of information to blackmail me. I foolishly thought he was a friend and someone I could trust. I know, I know, I was an idiot. But, in hindsight, I learned an important lesson: once you give in to an extortionist, that was it. There was no escape. "Hey, Beautiful!" I looked over and saw a black man in a sedan who drove slowly past me, and I immediately came onto him. From the look on his face, I suspected that he would turn around and drive up alongside me shortly. At least he was driving an expensive car...a BMW, and hopefully, that meant he had money to spend too. I had to make my assigned amount of money or get punished by my pimp. Pimp...I can't believe I'm working as a street whore for a pimp. The only good thing about where I'm working is that I wasn't worried about my clients finding out I was once a man, as this part of the street, was known for being the place to find a transgendered whore. It's amazing how many men want to be with a girl like me. Yes, my one-time friend, mentor, and benefactor had transformed me to serve him. He made it clear that I must obey him, and the punishment for disobedience would be harsh, as I was finding out. He was my Master. When I refused to do something...something so vile...he loaned me to a local pimp. I would be a street whore until I agreed to my Master's demand. I was several days into my sentence and, with each man I serviced, my resistance weakened, and it was just a matter of time until I gave into him. I watched the man in the BMW drive up again. Finally, he pulled up to the curb, lowered the passenger side window; it was time to go to work. I lean into the car, making sure he sees my tits and that they are real, and smile at him. The driver looked to be in his forties, married...by the ring on his finger, and very horny...judging by the bulge in his pants. "You want a walk on the wild side?" I asked softly, using the lyrics of the Lou Reed song as my come-on line. He grins and motions for me to get inside. "What you looking for tonight, Honey?" I asked seductively. "Blow job," he replies nervously. "That will be forty...fifty if you want me to swallow, and you won't regret it one bit," I replied. He timidly hands me a fifty, and as I take it, I give him directions on where to park, the same place I had taken six other guys to so far this evening. I reach over and feel his erect cock through his trousers. This won't take long, I think, a few more like him, and I'll make my quota for the night. Chapter 2 Six Months Earlier I anxiously awaited his first text. Up to this point, we had only communicated via chat pods on an adult dating site. But he talked me into the next step, and I gave him my cell number. It was strange how easily I obeyed his commands now. While part of me wanted to resist, it was squelched by the sexual urges he had brought out in me. It was so hard to think of anything else these days besides sex. As I waited for his first text, I thought about how he had changed me. It all started in an adult chatroom. I figured it was a safe place to explore my desires. I met him within a few weeks of being in the room. We became friends, and eventually, he made me his cyber lover. Initially, I wasn't all that into cybersex. I had tried it with others and just went through the motions. But with him, it quickly became different. With each session, he slowly reeled me in so brilliantly that I never suspected a thing. At the same time, he got me to explore sexual fantasies that I had barely known existed. Many of his fantasies involved him in total control of me physically and mentally, and I had to admit that it excited me. He told me that he liked obedient girls and only cared about pleasing their men in any way he desired. He also told me that a woman should dress in sexy and revealing clothes without worrying about mainstream society. He told me that a girl like me shouldn't worry about thinking as it was a waste of energy. In other words, he wanted me to a bimbo. I would have been happy to adopt a more mainstream female persona, but he pushed me to take on the role of an airheaded sex-addicted obedient slut. I confess that the scenarios and role-play were exciting, and I started to get off on them. Seeing this, he increased the level of kinkiness and depravity in our play. He would also create the scenario framework, and I would take on the role he desired. It was fun, and it filled the needs that I had. He also was into scenarios where I was a prostitute. Okay, it was far from mainstream, but I didn't see the harm at the time. I mean, who was I hurting? Eventually, he got me to use dildos and vibrators on myself as we played. My body parts were also renamed as my cock was now my clitty. My ass was now my boi-pussy. He said that this would help me adjust to having sex as a woman. Over the months of our conversations, he gradually found out information about me. Oh, I didn't give him my real name or address or anything like that, but he knew we lived in the same city. Soon he knew what I looked like from the photos I sent him. He promised me that he wouldn't show them to anyone, and in my stupidity, I believed him. I knew about him his online name, which was Atlas. But after a few months, I stopped calling him that. Instead, I was required to call him Sir. Through his help and instance, I built up a sizable female wardrobe. Thanks to the internet, I got everything I needed without actually going into a store. He started me off on mainstream clothes but quickly got me to buy sexier outfits. Sir was so helpful. He helped me find colors and styles that worked for me. I was clueless about most of this until he helped. So while I was spending a lot of money on my new wardrobe, he also saved me a boatload of money by making sure I only bought things that would, in his words, "work for me." The tradeoff for this was that I was required only to wear panties and that I was to throw out my male briefs. He then required photographic proof of my obedience, and I was required to send him a photo of my panties within an hour. If I failed this test, he said he would stop playing with me. So wearing panties became a part of my everyday routine. I was terrified the first few times as I went to the men's room at work, taking photos of my panties. When I mentioned this to Sir, he laughed and told me always to use a stall as girls sit to pee. It made sense, and I did as he told me. He didn't stop with just clothes and shoes. He also directed me to websites that taught me to do makeup. At first, I was awful, but I soon looked very feminine with practice. Of course, he soon had me making myself up sexier. Eyeliner was the hardest thing to learn, and I spent many hours trying to master the correct way to apply it. In addition to the mainstream passable wigs he picked out, he had me get some that were much wilder. Even though my hair is light brown, he insisted that I only be a blonde. He said that I could only be a blonde with my fair complexion and blue eyes. While wigs were nice, he also directed me to grow my hair out. Thankfully, my company was liberal in terms of grooming. My hair was now over my ears and past my collar and growing longer each day. When it began to get a bit out of control, he directed me to a transgender- friendly salon. I left with a unisex style that was more feminine than masculine. My stylist showed me how to use hair products to give me a masculine look for work. He demanded that I go on a strict diet and send him daily reports on my weight. I knew that it was working when coworkers remarked how thin I looked. Of course, he required that my body be clean-shaven from my face down at all times. Initially, I used hair remover, but he directed me to get waxed regularly. Thankfully, the salon I went to was open-minded, and they didn't question me. Thankfully, I didn't have a lot of facial hair. I still thought I was in control and could stop this whenever I wanted. He even told me this several times. I was having too much fun exploring my feminine side and was blinded because he took total control over me. Sir insisted that I be dressed as a woman and be out in public when he would first text me. Thanks to his instructions and guidance, I regularly dressed as a woman, and I was soon running my evening and weekend errands dressed as a woman. At first, I was nervous, but I quickly felt at ease with my new life. I obediently obeyed and found myself in a short skirt, boots, and a white blouse at a local coffee shop. I had been there many times, and I knew I could fit in with how the other women dressed. Still, I anxiously sipped my tea as I wanted him to contact me. My phone vibrated, and I saw his first text. He said he was pleased I had followed his direction, and he said that I looked quite lovely. As I read his words, I felt chills run up my spine. I carefully glanced around but didn't see anyone who might be him. I thought he might just be playing with me until he sent me a photo that showed me entering the coffee shop. Before digesting this, he told me that he wanted to meet me in person. He included the address of a bar. I recognized the bar's name as It was known as a friendly place to the transgendered community. I had never gotten up the nerve to go there myself. He then clarified that he wasn't asking me to be there; rather, it was an order. Because when I momentarily hesitated, he sent me another photo. It showed me leaving my place of work. Several other photos were followed by including one showing me entering my apartment building. I stared at the photos for a moment in total shock. I had never told him my full name or anything else personal. All he knew me by was my girl name which was Elaina. He then texted a message that sent a shiver up my spine. He asked me what my coworkers would do if they saw the many photos of me dressed as a woman...especially those with me dressed like a slut and with a large dildo up my ass-pussy. Naturally, he texted me a photo of me fucking my pussy with a big black dildo. He then immediately followed this up with a shortlist of their work emails. The list included my coworker, my supervisor, and several executives. I felt as if I would be sick as my whole life was about to be a living hell. I suppose I could have told him to fuck off and accept the consequences. But I wasn't strong enough. The subsequent text stated that he didn't want to out or hurt me, just that he knew that a young girl sometimes needs to be pushed past her safe zone. He said that his threats were to help me, and he cared about me. He said that he would have done so already if he wanted to hurt me. I nervously replied and asked him how he wanted me to be dressed when I went to the club. He replied by showing me a photo I had sent him of me dressed up as a street whore. My makeup was done heavy with lots of eyeliner and mascara. My wig was blonde with pink streaks running through it. My dress was a pink tube dress that left little to the imagination. To complete the look, I was wearing pink fishnet stocking and knee-high pink high-heeled boots. I was shocked as this was an outfit that I put together as a fantasy and had no intention of wearing out in public. He then texted that this was the starting point and wanted me to look like a whore and act like a whore. I stared at his text in horror and debated what I should do next. Another text popped up on my phone telling me not to overthink this as a whore should just listen and obey. He immediately followed this up with another photo. This one was a split shot with me dressed as a guy and a girl on the other side. Yes, I looked very feminine, but there was no denying that they were both me again. To show how much power he had, the following text had photos of the inside of my apartment. The bastard had access to my home! One more text popped up, and as I read it, I physically felt ill. The text stated that he would send these photos to everyone in my company in the next thirty seconds unless I agreed to obey him. I held back tears as I typed that I would comply. He told me to text back that I was an obedient sissy whore...which I did without hesitation. A short time later, a photo of me popped up with those words included to emphasize my new status. Sir replied that I was now an obedient whore and told me to go home and have a good cry...as sissies are allowed to cry. Chapter 4 Thankfully, the driver who picked me up that evening was cool. He smiled knowingly when he dropped me off at the club to know he knew I was transgendered. Sir had ordered me to take a rode-share to the club. He also ordered me to bring just a single credit card in my purse, no cash, and no identification. He had also made me send photos of my outfit and makeup as I got ready to meet him, making several corrective changes to my look when I left my place. I looked very slutty. I was dressed in a short red sleeveless dress that barely covered my ass, red fishnet stockings, with a pair of red pumps. My makeup was heavy around the eyes, with lots of mascara and eyeliner. My eyeshadow was also dramatic, with various shades of pinks and reds. My lips were a glossy bright pink. Sir had told me that pink lips made me look sexy and like a bimbo. My hair was long enough so that I was able to style it out to give me a wild girl look. I also applied some temporary pink highlights that Sir had requested. To complete the look, I wore a red choker necklace and large gold hooped earrings. I knew that I looked like a whore, and I hoped he was pleased and hoped this was still just fantasy role-play. But, looking back, I was na?ve to think that this was just a game. Nervously I entered the club and found a seat at the bar. I ordered a glass of wine and glanced around. I looked around the half-full bar for Sir, but then it hit me. I didn't know what he looked like...other than his cock. The photos he sent me showed his cock to be long and thick and light brown. His pubic hair was jet black and neatly trimmed. I had several photos of his cock, which he ordered me to look at when I pleasured myself. I began to wonder what it would feel like to have his cock in my mouth or pussy. While I considered myself bisexual, I had never been with a man. I also noticed that I was getting many looks from the men in the club. It did turn me on to see so many men desiring me. I suddenly got a series of texts. They included photos of me leaving my apartment, entering the club, and having a drink. I nervously looked around but didn't see anyone in the crowded club taking photos of me. After ten minutes of anxiously waiting, a large, muscular man sat next to me. He was at least six-four in height and weighed over 220 pounds. His physical size dwarfed me, and I immediately felt weak and subservient to him. He was clean-shaven and had jet black-colored hair. He looked like he was in his early forties. But, I had to admit that he was handsome in his tailored black suit. "I'm pleased that exceeded my expectations for tonight, Elaina," he greeted. "You are a magnificent-looking whore." He said the last part loud enough for people nearby to hear. I could see many heads turn and nod in agreement. "Thank you...Sir," I replied nervously. Although I was embarrassed by his words, I was happy that I pleased him. He reached over and cupped my right hand into his. "Until I say otherwise when we're in public, you will call me Kareem," he stated firmly. "I must say you turned out magnificent. Your photos don't do you justice; you are very sexy. I am happy you dressed in a manner to please me. But, then again, it is your nature to obey a real man...isn't it?" "Yes, Kareem, thank you. I'm delighted to meet you finally, Kareem," I replied, smiling back at him. "I'm happy that you like the way I am dressed." He then kissed me gently on the lips. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all, I thought. Maybe it was all a roleplay, after all, I foolishly thought. "You like that men see you as a sex object, don't you, my little white whore?" he whispered in my ear. I just nodded and played along, but he was right; I was getting aroused. Over drinks, we had a normal conversation as if we were on our first date. He already knows much about me from our conversations. For example, he knew I was new in the city, and my family was on the other coast. I learned that his family had moved to the states from Algeria in the 1950s to escape the civil war violence. While he had been born in a conservative family, he explained that he had divorced himself from the ways of his family...with one exception, he believed that a woman should always be subservient to a man. That included women like me. "This applies in all ways of life, work, marriage, and other things," he explained. "I knew immediately that you were submissive and that I would have an easy time guiding me into my new role in life. This is what I love about t-girls; they desire to be controlled by a strong man. And white girls like you also crave serving men of color, correct?" I felt myself blushing. I had also known I was submissive, but it was different hearing it from someone else. "Yes, Kareem, you are right...right about everything," I replied. "Good! Now we both agree that I could physically force you to do whatever I want, and I have more than enough information to ruin you, but it'll be much easier for you to accept that I am in control and that you must obey me. Submit to my every demand Elaina and life will become very simple. Of course, I will do this by asking you to comply, but I know so much about you that I can use to force you," he stated matter-of-factly. "Do you not agree? After all, I got you here tonight, dressed as you are with just a hint of blackmail. Deep down, you know your place in the world, don't you?" What he had shown me was more than a hint of blackmail. But he was right about the fact that it did feel natural to submit to him. "Yes, Sir," I replied without even thinking. "See, I didn't even have to tell you to call me Sir. You just knew to do it. Women should always dress to please men, and girls like you...who have abandoned their masculinity...should always be dressed to show their willingness to have sex, revealing and suggestive. From now on, you exist only to please real me now," he continued. "Am I clear?" I stared back and nodded back. I had been hoping that he was just playing games with me, but it was sinking in that he would want more. He pulled me close, and, this time, he kissed me hard and, I felt his tongue press deep into my mouth. At the same time, his hand lifted the hem of my dress and slipped into my panties. I was shocked as I felt one of finger rub my hole. He stopped and let me straighten up. "I own you now. You will be an excellent whore; you're so easy and submissive. Now we're going to finish our drinks and then we're leaving. You will walk out of her as if you are deeply in lust with me. Leave no doubt that you are a whore. Do you understand, my dear Elaina?" he asked with a wink. "I understand, Kareem," I replied as I placed my hands on top of his and smiled back. "I do want to be with you tonight, and I will obey you." "You have no choice, my dear whore....I own you now," he stated. He then smiled back and moved in close, and kissed me. It was a deep passionate kiss, and all I could do was kiss him back. Then, without thinking, I wrapped my arms around him as we kissed. His tongue pressed deep into my mouth, and I automatically began to suck on it. Without thinking, I reached down, ran my hand over his crotch, and felt his large semi-erect cock. I don't know why I did it, but it seemed like the thing a girl like me should do. When he stopped, he smiled and then whispered in my ear. "That's right whore; you know what to do. You're showing your true nature now. You want to please a real man. You exist to please a real man. That is all you are good for, to pleasure real men. Don't think...just react and do what you think will please your man's cock." It hit me that I was about to have sex with a man. Now I had fantasized about it, but I had never done it. He then got off his barstool, took me by the hand, and led me out of the bar. Once we got outside, he slipped his muscular arm around my waist and pulled me close. I submitted and snuggled close to him. I was now fully in for what was going to happen. Looking back, I wasn't scared to leave with him. On the contrary, I found the way he was treating me aroused me... but I had no idea what awaited me. Chapter 4 Once in his car, he glanced over at me. "I need some more photos of you...the way you are dressed like right now, to show you submitting to me and your true nature of being a whore," stated Kareem. "Yes, Sir," I replied as if I had a choice. "Good girl," he grinned. A short time later, we were parked across the street from when I worked. "Get out and start posing in front of the building...next to the sign for your company," he ordered. "Or do I start sending texts?" I got out of the car without any argument and walked across the street towards the company's sign. Thankfully it was late, and there was little traffic, but I also prayed that no one would see me. "Now, show me what a whore you are," he yelled. I leaned up against the sign and began to strike various risqu? poses. Kareem instructed me to do more as he took pictures. "Expose your clitty," he yelled at me. I glanced around before lifting the hem of my dress and pulling down my panties to expose my clitty. "Excellent. Now turn around and lift your dress up to show your pussy," he ordered. I did as he ordered. He had me strike several other poses before he ordered me to come back to his car. I slipped my clitty back into my panties and noticed how wet I was. I should have been horrified by what he had just made me do...but instead, I was aroused. As we drove off, he reached over and placed his hand on my thigh. "I am very pleased with you, my pet. But should you disobey me, these new photos will be sent out with all the others, and everyone you know will see the real you," explained Kareem. "I understand," I replied meekly. "Excellent. Now, I want to play out a fantasy I have had about you for real. You will pretend to be a street prostitute...it shouldn't be a big stretch for you... and I'm a businessman who is from out of town and wants some company. So I will drive up and pick you up. You know, like the way we've played so many times. Are you willing to do it for real?" he asked. "Please, I'm not ready for this," I begged. "Can't I just suck you here...in the car?" Kareem began to laugh. "Bitch, please. Deep down, I know you've jacked off that tiny sissy clitty of yours to do just what I'm ordering you to do," he snapped back. "Now, are you going to obey, or do I have to start sending photos. By the way, your company's security cameras definitely recorded your little act back there. Unfortunately, not good enough to recognize you...but they will once I send them the photos." I stared back, and it began to sink in how fucked I was. "I will obey," I replied, knowing that I didn't have a choice. Anyway, I figured he meant I would suck him off here in his car. "Very good. Also, Elaina isn't a good name for a street whore... it's too mainstream...too classy. I think you should use a different name for when you're working...how about Ivy?" "Um, okay," I replied. "Good, it is now you're working name," he stated, and he pulled out his phone and pointed it at me. "A whore should never use her real name when it is working. Now tell me your name and what you are." "My...my name is Ivy...and I'm a whore," I replied. "With some emotion bitch, or the photos start being sent!" he demanded. I took a deep breath and then smiled at his camera. "My name is Ivy, and I am a whore," I stated as seductively as I could. "And are you a man?" he asked. I shook my head. "So, what does that make you?" he demanded. "I...I'm a white...sissy whore," I replied softly. He then abruptly pulled the car over and stopped. "Now, Ivy, since you admit to being a whore...time to prove it, get out; I want to drive up and pick you up," he ordered. I was a little scared about this. What would happen if the cops came up or something worse? "Do it, Ivy. It will be fun," he ordered with a sly smile on his face. "Or do you want me to start sending photos?" I looked around and could see other working girls. It hit me that he had driven us to the red-light district. I had heard of it but had never been here before. "What if someone wants me before you get back?" I asked nervously, hoping he would tell me to get back in the car. "All the better! Go with them but make sure they pay. A white t-girl slut like you will be very popular. There's nothing better than to have a white sissy whore. The going rate around here for oral is $40...more if you can get it, especially if you swallow their load. So the more money you get will make you a better whore for me," he replied. "Oh, take them to back streets the next block over, never do them here on the street." I stared back at him in disbelief. "You...you can't be serious," I reacted nervously. "You want me to suck off some stranger?" "Very serious, my dear, and make sure they pay you...you're a whore, not a slut. Ivy, you've played a whore in the chats; now is the time to do it for real...or do you want me to start sending out texts? Besides, would you rather suck off someone you know?" He held out his phone, and I could see a text ready to be sent. I knew I was fucked. "Please no...I will obey, Sir," I replied defeatedly. "Good girl. Deep down, I think you crave being a whore. So now, when I come up, I want you to sell it to me that you're a real whore," he instructed. "If I don't think you're sincere, I will leave you here. Good luck getting home from here." "I will do my best," I replied. "Your best to do what?" he countered as he held his camera towards me again. "I will be the best whore I can be," I replied. "Good girl. Now don't let me down," he grinned. As I stepped out of the car, I noticed how run down the area looked. So many of the buildings were closed or abandoned. The only reason anyone would come down here was to pick up a whore, especially this night. It hit me how well planned out by Kareem, and I had no choice but to play along. I knew that if I called for a ride, Kareem would send out the photos. I nervously walked up and down the block as I waited for him to return. Looking around, I immediately noticed that as a white, blonde girl, I stood out like I had a spotlight on me. A black Audi immediately pulled up, and the passenger side window lowered. The driver was a large handsome black man. He ran his eyes over me and nodded approvingly. "Nice. So bitch, you want some business?" he demanded as he motioned me to come closer. I nervously walked over and leaned in the window. "Um, sure," I nervously greeted. "Fresh meat, nice! I haven't seen you down here before," he stated with a laugh. Before I could reply, I was stunned to see that his huge erect cock was exposed for me to see. "Like what you see? Well, do you want it...Bitch?" he asked with a laugh. He was also holding a fifty-dollar bill in his hand and waving it just out of my reach. All the role-playing online suddenly rushed through my mind, and I accepted that was Ivy, and I was a whore. It also hit me that Kareem had been grooming and training me for this very moment. So I nodded, opened the door, and got in. He immediately drove off and turned right at the next intersection. "I know the perfect spot," he said as he handed me the bill, which I slipped into my purse. I just stared back at him and smiled. "What's your name Bitch?" he demanded. "Ivy," I replied softly. "And you're new in town, Ivy?" he asked. I nodded. "I knew it. Well, you white t-gurls are usually the best cocksuckers," he stated with a grin. He parked his car behind an old, deserted building. He ordered me to get out of the car and come around to the driver's side. Once there, he had me get on my knees and suck him off. I was in shock as I reacted. I had been with a hooker once in my life, and I remember how quickly she got me off. She told me that time is money. So, I did my best to get this guy off as quickly as possible. His cock was massive, and I had to fight my gag reflex as I took him in my mouth. I felt his hands on my head as he forced my head down to take him deeper. "That's right whore... suck my cock. Earn that fifty!" he moaned. I sort of zoned out as I sucked him off. I pumped him in and out of my mouth. What shocked me most was how easily I got into giving him oral sex. His musky scent filled my nostrils as I began to pump his cock in and out of my mouth. I felt his cock tense up in my mouth and begin to pulsate. He held my head down as he came into my mouth...and... my mouth was filled with his cum. I had no choice but to swallow some of it...it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. But, I felt both ashamed and aroused by what I had just done. "You white sluts sure love black cocks! Not bad for a newbie...looking forward to being with you again...maybe I'll fuck your pussy next time," he stated as he closed the door, started his car, and drove off. I spit out the cum that I hadn't swallowed. I then reached into my purse and popped a few breath mints into my mouth. Lastly, I reapplied my lipstick. As I stood in that dreary alley, it hit me that I had just sucked off a man for money. This was no cyber chatroom game; I was a whore now. No matter what else I did in my life, I would always be a cocksucking whore. Looking around, I could see an alleyway that led to the main street. I quickly headed to the main street, hoping that Kareem would see me. I didn't want to spend any more time down here than I had to. Once on the main drag, I began to walk back to where Kareem had dropped me off. As I did, I became aware that my panties were wet with precum. Being a whore aroused me, and I felt deeper under Kareem's control. I began to walk up and down the street and was getting a lot of looks. I could tell that I might be with another man soon from how cars were slowing down as they passed me. Maybe Kareem planned on leaving me out here all night. A large black SUV pulled up to the curb, and the passenger window rolled down. "Hey, white girl! You like Mexcian cock?" asked the driver. I automatically nodded. "Sure, but it won't be free," I replied without thinking. The man smiled and motioned me inside. A few minutes later, I was again on my knees sucking a cock. Thankfully he got off pretty quickly. I worked my way back to the main street and wondered if this would be the way I would be spending the rest of the night. I was so relieved when I saw Kareem's car pull up. I walked over and leaned into the passenger side window. I played it up like one of the cybersex scenarios. I had to do what he wanted or end up on the street or be exposed at work. "Hi, I'm Ivy. Do you want some company?" I asked as seductively as I could. I wanted to get off the street as quickly as possible. "Maybe, how much for a blowjob, Ivy?" he demanded to know. "Fifty bucks, and you won't be sorry," I answered. He motioned me to get in, and then he took out some bills and slipped them into my bra. "You better be good," he stated as he ran his eyes over me. "And Ivy, for fifty, you better swallow." "I promise. You won't be disappointed," I replied back with a smile on my face. I then reached over and began to rub his cock through his trousers. "You can turn right at the next light," I stated, remembering the way to the alley. "No, we're going to my hotel, but keep rubbing my cock...whore," he ordered. I was relieved as I didn't want to go to the back alley again. We arrived at the hotel a few minutes later. It was one of the upscale places just off the main downtown shopping and dining area. I was nervous as I looked out of place, but Kareem just smiled and told me not to worry. The parking was in an underground garage. Thankfully, we didn't see anyone as we walked to the elevator. The inside of the elevator was covered in mirrors, and I must confess that o looked pretty hot. Once in his room, Kareem sat down on the bed and told me to get to work. I slipped down on my knees in front of him and began to undo his belt and unzip his trousers. "Remind me again whore, how much am I paying you to suck my cock, whore?" he asked. "Fifty bucks to suck you off, and you won't regret it..., and I will swallow your load," I answered. "Then go to work whore," he countered. "Don't forget, I expect you to suck me dry. Oh, I know you can get a guy off quickly in a back alley; take your time and show me you can do more than be a street whore." I nodded as I stared at his huge cock. It was bigger than either of the cocks that I had just sucked in both in length and girth. I knew what I had to do, and I began to kiss and lick the head of his cock as I stroked it. "Whore! Look up at me!" he demanded. "When a man...a real man pays you for sex, you look up at him and make eye contact... let him see you're submissive in your eyes... white whore!" I obeyed without hesitation. I slowly worked his erect cock into my mouth. With each stroke, I took more of it in. "That's right whore. You failed as a man...but at least you know how to pleasure a real man! Take in all my cock...you can do it Whore!" Again, I had to fight my gag reflex as I sucked him. His cock was so big and thick that I had trouble breathing. Still, I was soon pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. "See, you can do it, Ivy. You have found your true nature...you are a great cocksucking whore." As I sucked him, I could feel my clitty getting hard. I could also feel that my panties were soaked. I was turned on by being a whore... maybe he was right, I thought, maybe I was a whore. Thankfully, it didn't take too long to get him off. I suspect he was aroused by all the abuse he had done to me. I felt his cock stiffen immediately and began to pulsate, shooting streams of hot thick semen into my mouth. I had no choice but to swallow every drop of his cum as his strong hands held my head down over his cock. When I was done, he had me lick his cock and balls clean. "Was that good, Sir?" I nervously asked as I looked up at him. "I've had better. But you were worth the money, and you'll get better with practice...and you're going to get a lot of practice," Kareem replied. "Now, go into the bathroom and clean yourself up...whore." Chapter 5 When I came out of the bathroom, he was standing there with two glasses with wine. "I assume you would like a drink," he asked as he handed me a glass. "Thank you," I replied. "Please sit down, Ivy," he said as he pointed to the couch. I followed his orders and took a seat. However, I also realized that he was still calling me by my whore name. The wine was cold and refreshing. It felt so good going down that I quickly emptied my glass. After refilling my glass, Kareem sat down across from me, and we made small talk. First, he asked me about the guys I had been with earlier. Then, he had me give him a detailed description. "A white whore like you will attract a lot of men of color. It obviously doesn't bother you. Did you enjoy sucking black cock too? What about Mexican cock?" he asked. "Yes...I liked both," I replied as I knew it was the answer he wanted to hear. "Of course you do, Ivy, and it's even better that you got paid to suck cock. So tell me, what does this make you?" he demanded I thought about what he wanted me to say before answering. "I'm a white sissy whore who loves black and brown cocks," I answered. "Look at me and tell me your name and what you are now?" Kareem demanded. "Tell me you're a whore." "I am Ivy, and I am whore," I replied without thinking. "And if I tell you to, will you do this from now on?" he asked. I felt a chill run up my spine. Was Kareem serious? "Yes, Sir...I will...I will be a whore...if you tell me to...I mean, I am a whore," I replied. While I replied, I noticed that I was having trouble concentrating. "Good girl, so you accept you are not just a slut; instead, you are a whore who sucks men off for money?" he replied with a knowing grin on his face. "Congratulations, you're a professional sex worker now, Ivy! And you're my whore, Ivy." He held up his phone and pointed it at me while telling me what to say. "Hi...my name is...Ivy, when I'm doing my real job...being a whore for real men...men of color who pay white sissys to suck their cocks," I replied. Kareem smiled back at me. "Anything else you want to say?" he asked. I tried to reply...but I could barely get any words out of my mouth and felt a sense of panic set it. I tried to get up... but immediately slumped back down. My whole body felt weak, and in a moment, I was unable to move. I was still conscious, but I couldn't move my body or speak. Kareem was looking at his watch and smiling. He reached over and took the glass from my hand. I tried to say something but couldn't get the words out. Finally, I slumped back on the couch. "Right on time. Don't worry; the drug's effect will only last a few hours. You won't go unconscious," he explained as he swept me up in his arms and placed me on the bed. "I want you awake for what is about to happen; it's more fun for me." I watched as he took a suitcase out and began to set up a metal frame next to me. It didn't take him long to get it set up. He then placed a large IV bag on it and, without a word, inserted it into my arm. "This will take two hours to empty," he explained. What was he putting into me? My mouth partly opened, but still, no words came out. "Oh, please forgive me; I forgot to tell you what is happening. You are getting a dose of a powerful female hormone. It's something created overseas for the sex trade, very illegal in this country. But then again, so is what I'm going to do to you." He laughed loudly, and then he picked up his glass and took a drink. I could see the slightly yellow-colored fluid entering my body, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. "I think it was created in Thailand or China. I don't know...or care which one, as all I know is that it works. I have used it on many other girls just like you. You'll soon be rapidly developing breasts, and your body fat will shift to give your ass and hips a more feminine look. You should see changes in just a few days. In a month, you'll barely look like a man...not that you ever were one." He began to laugh at his joke. I looked up at him and tried to beg him to stop, but no words came out. "There will be other changes too; your body will become softer all over, body hair will decrease, and your clitty will shrink in size but stay functional. When hard, you'll be 1-2 inches. But you won't miss it as you will get plenty of big thick cocks to make up for it." He smiled and gently stroked my face. "You wanted to be a girl but didn't dare to do it on your own. So, it is up to me to train and transform you...mentally and physically. After that, you'll be able to pass as a male for a little while longer, maybe a month, maybe a bit longer...maybe less, but soon that you'll be too feminine to dress up in boy clothing. Yes, Ivy, that is the way it is; you are not a man anymore." He checked the IV drip to make sure it worked. "You'll get another dose in a few weeks, but by then, you'll be well aware of the changes. The interesting thing about this formula is that it changes your body chemistry so that you'll soon be producing female hormones. Once the formula is in your body, there is no reversing it. So you might as well accept your new life," he continued. "Oh, as for your clitty, it will get smaller and react differently. You'll love the way it will feel. You will find yourself climaxing without an erection and even without you or your lover touching it...like when he fucks you in your ass-pussy." I could only stare back in horror. "Oh, the solution has another charming side effect... as it sort of dumbs you down a notch. No one wants a smart whore...they want a bimbo who is addicted to cock. So it will make you a better whore and less likely to even think of disobeying me." I felt a wave of terror sweep through me as his words sunk in. Karem then reached into his suitcase for something else. "Now, while I love helping you become the girl of your dreams...or rather the girl of my dreams... this is an expensive process," he continued with a laugh. "I need to protect my investment. The black guy you sucked off tonight is one of the top pimps around here, and I know how he'd love to add a white t-girl whore to his stable. So if you don't obey me, I just might sell you to him...like I have done with some of my other creations." He then pulled my panties down. He then gently rolled me on my back while ensuring the IV stayed in my arm. "I'm giving a QR code laser tattoo on one of your ass cheeks. It will be registered to be listed as my property...for now. It will sting a little, but it's a faster process than a tattoo and more permanent. Anyone who reads it will know you are my property. No one will try to take you away from me, and if you run away, people will know to return you to me. When I grow tired of you, you will be sold, and the code will be transferred to your new owner." It did more than sting, it was pretty painful, but the drugs kept me from moving around or crying out in pain. "Once the hormones have done their job, you will be working for me full-time," he explained. "At least until I find you uninteresting and sell you. The tattoo shows that I do own your ass." My eyes opened up wide with fear as his words sunk in. "Yes, my dear. Tonight was the job interview, and you passed with flying colors. You proved you can be a whore. But I aim higher than having you a street whore, you will be a t-girl escort, and I will be your pimp." I stared back at him, unable to scream in horror over what he was doing to me. "You know, if you had shown any resistance to me, I might have let you go," he stated with a grin. He leaned down and got right in my face. "Now...get this straight. I own your ass now bitch! I also know where you live... and you know very little about me...don't even think of going to the cops!" he growled. "If you do, I will hurt you...in ways you can't imagine...let that sink in whore!" I felt tears run down my face as it sunk in that my old life was over. Chapter 6 A few hours later, I was up and about. I felt weak and somewhat out of it, but I could function. "Now you may feel a bit sick the next few days; it will feel like the flu...something about your body chemistry changing. So my advice is to take the next few days off," explained Kareem. "Thanks...thanks for warning me, Sir," I replied as I checked my makeup in the mirror. Unfortunately, my mind was foggy, and I had to concentrate on reapplying my lipstick. Seeing my struggles, Kareem laughed. "Don't worry, the sedative in the drink will wear off, but in the meantime, you will feel and act as if you're slightly stoned," Kareem explained. He was right, as I did feel buzzed. "Oh, don't worry about the changes and your job; you'll be quitting it soon... partly because you will soon look too feminine to pass as a man. But also because you'll quickly lose interest in such a mainstream position. You'll become too dumb to do the job. You're a feminized whore now... who cross-dresses as a male to make money when she isn't out selling her body to real men. As soon as you get done with work, you'll go home and change. You will only cross-dress as a man for work and once home dress as you should...as a woman. I will be checking in on you. Trust me; you do not want to disobey me...I will fuck you up," he explained. "Mainstream work will quickly become boring, and you'll be easily distracted thinking about your real-life and gender. You're better off as a bimbo whore, and you'll soon love what you are." I turned and looked at him with total disbelief. He began to laugh. "I've seen that look on every white boy I've transformed, and they all accepted their new lives. You're not my first, but you may have been my easiest," he replied. "And because of the ease I trapped you, I have decided that you will make a very slutty bimbo blonde. Big tits and ass, empty head...and huge sex drive. You'll be thinking of cock all the time and how to satisfy your customers." I absorbed his words and couldn't believe how stupid I was to have fallen into his trap. He smiled back as if he was reading my mind. "Ivy, I search the chatrooms for targets like you...lonely little sissy boys just waiting to be befriended. I take my time and slowly reel them in...just like I did you. Once I decide they're worth transforming, I have my friends find out who they are and everything about them, from where they live to where they work. Then it's just a simple case of completing the trap. You became my property weeks ago, Ivy." I just stared back in silence. "Now Ivy, tell me what you are again?" he asked. I turned and looked at him. "I'm a whore," I replied softly. "Whose whore?" he demanded. "I am your whore Sir," I replied. "Look at the camera and repeat it...with passion," he stated. I looked up at him and saw he had his phone pointed at me. "My...my name is Ivy...and I am your whore," I said softly. "And how many cocks did you suck tonight for money?" he asked. "Three," I replied. "How much did you make?" he continued. "$150," I replied. "Show me!" he demanded. I took the bills out of my purse and held them out. "And you made all this money by doing what?" "Sucking cock," I replied "Did you swallow?" he asked. "Yes...yes, I swallowed," I replied. The humiliation made my face burn with shame. "Why did you swallow their cum?" he asked. I paused before answering. "Because...because they paid me extra to do so," I replied, holding back tears. "That's right...you're going to be an excellent whore," he stated. Yes, Sir, I will be an excellent whore for you," I replied without even thinking. "Good, don't forget that. Okay, I'll be in touch with you, Ivy," he said as he pointed to the door. "You can catch a ride down in front of the hotel. You can use the money your earned sucking cock tonight...whore." I felt fear run through my body. I was now a whore, and I didn't see any way out of this nightmare. "Sir...I can't go through the lobby alone; they'll see I'm a whore. Please give me a ride," I begged. "I'll suck you off again." I noticed that I was slurring some words slightly. He began to laugh. "Ivy, you're really a whore now...you just told me that, and inside, you know it's true, and you need to get used to your new status. This is an occupational hazard for you from now on. No, I'm sorry, Ivy, I'm in for the night. Get it into that bimbo head of yours, and you are a whore now. You sucked cock for money three times in the same night. There is no undoing that," he explained. "Oh, a word of advice don't take the elevator to the garage; there's no way to walk out of there. You'll have to walk out through the main lobby. Do it quickly as the hotel staff doesn't like street whores here. Once outside, you can get a cab or a rideshare home...or maybe back to the strip and make some more money." "Sir...I'm afraid to leave through the lobby. They will know I'm...will know that I am a whore. Please give me a ride...I'll suck you off...good," I begged. I then ran my hand over his cock. "And they will be right... you are a whore now...get used to people seeing you as one. Oh, you're going to be a great whore Ivy," he laughed. "The good thing is that soon you won't care... and soon you'll take pride in being a whore." He walked over to the door and opened it for me. I had to be careful walking as I could still feel the sedative's effects. As a result, I was a little unsteady, and wearing high heels didn't help either. "I'll be in touch," he stated. I just nodded and then headed to the elevator. I just wanted to go home, but first, I had to get out of the hotel. Looking at my reflection in the elevator's mirrors, I was shocked at my appearance and how different I now looked. I looked both used and high. But, at least I looked feminine...a feminine sissy whore...just like Kareem had told me... I was a whore now. I then wondered what I would do if someone else propositioned me. Glancing at my watch, I saw it was almost three in the morning. Hopefully, that would mean that there wouldn't be many people in the lobby. Once on the street, I could move into the shadows and wait for a ride. When the elevator reached the lobby, I tried to walk as fast as possible to the exit and not draw any attention to myself, but I found it hard to walk fast due to the drugs in my system, and the last thing I wanted to do was fall and draw attention to myself. In addition, the sound of my heels clicking on the marble tiled floor sounded like explosions. I was almost out to the street when I was stopped by security, who presented me to the night manager. The two burly security guards held me in place as the manager looked over me with disgust and contempt. I felt so weak and helpless. "Excuse me, 'Miss.' I know what you are, and we don't like your kind working your trade here. We're a high-class hotel and don't tolerate your kind here," he firmly stated as he ran his eyes over my body. I just nodded...I didn't want to get into an argument...I just wanted to get home. I also didn't want to talk as I was afraid of slurring my words. "Bring her back to my office," stated the manager. The two security guards quickly escorted me to the manager's office. Once inside, they took my photo. They also asked my name, and I told them it was Ivy. "We maintain a database of all the local working girls Ivy; you're photo has been added," the manager explained. "This is your one and only warning. Stay out of here, or the next time you'll spend a few nights in the city jail." Great, I thought; I'm now officially listed as a prostitute. "I understand," I replied softly. The security guards then quickly escorted me outside. Thankfully, there were few other people around to see what was happening. To my disgust, there were no cabs in sight. Then, as I debated what to do, a car with a ride-share sign pulled up and asked if I needed a drive. I nodded and quickly got in the back. The driver was a young Hispanic guy named Javier. I gave him directions to an intersection near my apartment. I didn't want him to know where I lived. I estimated it would be a ten-to-fifteen-minute drive. I noticed that he adjusted his mirror to look at me. He kept glancing to look me over. And I instinctively smiled back at him. "So, do you like what you see?" I asked as I smiled back. "Fuck yeah," he replied. "No offense, but you're a t-girl hooker, right?" I nodded. Yes, that is what I am now, I thought. "You're fucking hot for a trannie," the driver stated. "Driving around, I see a lot of girls like you, and you're the best I've seen." "Thanks," I replied even though I didn't believe him. As we drove, I could see he was still eyeing me. "You're so fucking hot," he repeated. "White t-girls like you are so hot." I should have told him to fuck off, but instead, I found myself smiling back at him, and, without thinking, I ran my tongue over my lips. "Thanks, Javier," I replied. "I'm Ivy." "Nice name," he replied as he looked back at me. When we stopped at the next red light, he looked back at me and grinned. "Um... Ivy...are still you working tonight?" I should have said no, but I wondered if this was another test by Kareem...there was also part of me that was taking over...and a sense of acceptance grew over me...I was a whore now. "Yes, I am," I replied. "Good, as my cock is so hard right now thinking about you," Javier answered. "So, what do you want?" I replied. "Um, how much for a blowjob?" he asked. Without hesitation, I replied, "$50...and I'm worth every dollar." He smiled back and pulled into a dark parking lot a few blocks from my apartment, and motioned for me to come up to the front passenger seat. He handed me two twenties and a ten, and I went to work. Just as he had said, his cock was fully erect ad it didn't take me long to get him off. I also swallowed his load without thinking. "Damn, you're good. You were right; you were worth every dollar," Javier moaned as he zipped up his pants. "Thanks," I replied as I reapplied my lipstick. He dropped me off, and I walked briskly home. I made it into my apartment without running into anyone. Once inside my place, I sat down on my couch and thought about my night. Looking at my phone, I saw several texts from Kareem. I scrolled through them and saw phones of me whoring. I looked at the money I had earned that night and realized that I earned it sucking cock... I sucked off four men for money, and it sank in that Kareem was right; I was now a cocksucking whore, and I began to sob. Chapter 7 I won't bore you with every detail, but I was very sick for a few days and stayed home from work, just as Kareem had said that I would. My whole body hurt, and I couldn't keep any food down. All I wanted to do was sleep. Thankfully the worst passed in a few days, and I was able to work, not that it mattered as I knew my mainstream life was coming to an end. A day after my "date" with Kareem, I received an email from him with a link I was told to go to immediately. When I went on it, I saw a video that clearly showed me being a street whore. To my shock, the video was shot from several angles. First, I watched as I sucked off the man in the back alley, followed by the next guy. Next, the video showed me propositioning Kareem even had audio of it. Then I found Kareem had videoed me with him in his hotel room. It ended with me being talked to by the hotel manager and security. Finally, the video ended with a still shot of my photo and name in the hotel whore book, followed by my video admission to Kareem that I was a whore. It would be almost impossible to dispute that I was now a streetwalker. Kareem had thought of everything. He then sent me a link and access code to his escort service. My photos were posted in a section called "Coming Attractions." I was stunned to see that there were already numerous comments about me, and it hit me that I would be very popular. And I must confess that many of these comments turned me on. If this were my fate, I'd rather be an escort, and I might as well be a good one and a popular one. I also feared going back on the streets. One night was enough. Kareem came by several times and removed most of my male wardrobe, and left me with just enough male outerwear to let me go to work. He also dropped off a lot of things for my new life. As a result, my new feminine wardrobe was rather slutty and revealing. So even little things like going grocery shopping were now done as a woman... a slutty woman. I felt ashamed at first but gradually got used to my new life. "You need to embrace and accept your new life, my dear. I've made many girls like you, and the faster you accept your new life, the better as there is no going back," explained Kareem. "I'm not spending all this time and money to make you into a mainstream woman. Everything about you must scream that you are a slut and a whore. The sooner you accept this, the easier your new life is going to be. You exist now to make me money." He also reminded me that he would send out photos of my new life to everyone I knew if I got any silly ideas in my empty head about disobeying him or calling the cops. Kareem's newest threats weren't necessary as I was now in too deep; there was no turning back now... especially when my body began to change swiftly. Kareem wasn't lying about the potency of the hormones he had injected into my body. By the end of the first week, my nipples were significantly larger my areoles were darker. They were also much more sensitive, and they got hard very quickly. After that, all it took was rubbing my t-shirt against them to make them hard and noticeable. I had to get band-aids to hold them down when I was at work. I also found that rubbing my nipples aroused me, and I had to fight the urge to play with them. I also needed the band-aids to hide the nipple rings while at work. The rings were another gift from Kareem. Both my nipples, my navel, and clitty were pierced by a friend of Kareem. Damn, those piercings hurt. I also received a floral tramp stamp tattoo above my panty line. Kareem said he wanted to give my body time to heal before working for him as an escort. Every day Kareem stopped by and had me give him head. I was shocked at how easy it was to suck off a man now, and even swallowing his seed was routine. My gag reflex had also decreased as I was able to deep throat Kareem without gagging. I was genuinely pleased when Kareem said I was becoming an excellent cock sucker. Just as Kareem had said, I now crossdressed and pretended to be a man when I went to work. Then, when I was home, I was either Elaina or Ivy, depending on what Kareem demanded. My old life was all but over. Under Kareem's tutorage, I shut down all contact with people who knew me when I was a guy. Back to the body changes, I also noticed that my cock seemed more sensitive to the touch, even though it seemed smaller. By the end of the week, it was significantly smaller..hard or soft. When I was able to get an erection, it was barely two inches long and thin in diameter. It was becoming a true sissy-clitty. Another side effect was that whenever I thought about sex...which was most of the time, my panties were soon wet. I had to be careful at work as I didn't want it to soak through my panties and trousers. I read a blog from another t-girl, and I took her advice and wore sanitary pads in my panties while working. In addition to having me suck his cock, Kareem would upload some very explicit porn on my computer. Most of it was interracial, with a white t-girl being used by men of color. I ended up watching several hours of porn every night on Kareem's orders. He would check the next day to see if I obeyed. By the second week, my breasts had grown to where I could feel them move as I walked. I wore a tight t-shirt under my work shirt to try and hide them, but I'm not sure how successful I was. Kareem gave me the name of a salon that was transgendered friendly, and they gave me a haircut in a unisex look. To be honest, it was more feminine than male. But, with enough hair products, I could get by at work and pass as a man. As soon as I was home from work, I styled it to fit my new feminine lifestyle. Three weeks after my first dose, I could fill out a 34-B bra. The days of breast pads were over for me. I was also noticing significant changes in the size of my ass and hips. My waist was also getting smaller. My work clothing didn't fit right. I knew that I wouldn't be able to pass as a guy much longer. I was shocked by how fast it was all happening and wondered what the long-term effects would be on my health. I asked Kareem about it, and he just shrugged and told me it wasn't his problem. Kareem said he would check to see if I was doing my homework with my pussy before getting my second dose of the hormones. Ah yes, my homework. Kareem had ordered me to get my ass- pussy ready for real cocks. He had installed a douching device that connected directly to my shower. I used this to clean out my pussy before my dildo and vibrator training. Additionally, he mounted a sizable realistic-looking silicone cock on the shower wall, so once I was clean, I could fuck myself in the shower. It was painful at first. But I slowly began adjusting and accepting this other new change in my life. I also must admit that it was starting to feel good, especially when watching the porn he made me watch. Chapter 8 When the day arrived for my second dose, I met Kareem in a pink lace nightie and matching robe. My hair was styled in a sexy feminine manner, and my makeup was perfect. I looked like a bimbo whore...which I was now. My lips were coated with a bright pink lip gloss which was the color Kareem said fit me best. "Very nice, Elaina," he commented as he stepped into my apartment. "You're adapting well to your new lifestyle." I greeted him by hugging him as I caressed his cock. "Thank you," I replied subserviently, glad that he called me my mainstream name. "It truly pleases me to see how you are accepting being feminized... it makes it so much easier," he continued as he followed me back to my bedroom. "Do your neighbors know about your new life?" While I was embarrassed about going out dressed like a slut, I still had to eat. After a week or so, it became easier to come and go as Elania. I also found that I was pleased by the looks I got from men. I was genuinely becoming a slut. "Most have seen me as a woman, and a few even talk to me," I admitted. I imagine that my neighbors talked about me, but I didn't care anymore as I had changed too much ever to be a man again. "What about at work?" he asked. "I suspect they know something is up," I admitted. "I look like a girl dressed up like a guy." "Which you are," he replied with a laugh. "Not that you were ever much of a man." I just nodded in agreement as I sat down on the bed to watch him set up his stand for the IV. I was immune to his insults about my gender now and who I had been. "You were right, Sir...I hate going to work... it's so boring...I also hate dressing up as a boy," I confessed. I said this to please him, but it was also true. I did find it difficult to concentrate at work. "I'm pleased to hear this," he replied with a sly smile on his face. "White girls like you are fit for only one job, and you know what that is." I nodded. "Are there men of color at your job?" he asked. "Yes," I replied. "And do you fantasize about their cocks in your mouth and cunt?" he asked. "I do," I confess. "I think about it all the time...and even when I'm doing my homework." Kareem began to laugh. "I love doing this to white girls like you. I love stripping away your power and privilege and turning you into a sex object for men of color. When you start working for me, you will never serve a white man unless I set it up." I should have been angry at what he said, but I was too far under his control. I also hated pretending to be a male, and I also looked so silly in men's clothing now. "When will that be? I mean, when do I start working for you?" I replied "Soon. I've talked to my lawyer, who has already started the official name change. I also have a new place for you to live," he stated. "Really?" I asked. I hadn't expected this, but it made sense. I was also pleased to hear that I would soon have status as a girl. My male life was almost over now. Of course, I wasn't happy about being Kareem's whore...but I hated being in-between genders. "Elaina, as I have told you, you're not the first girl I've transformed...this isn't a hobby; I do this to make money. But, trust me, let me think for you. You need to focus on how you will please your clients sexually. Men don't want to be with whores for deep intellectual conversation. You're there to make men happy, to suck their cocks and to be fucked," he explained. "So you want me to act like a bimbo?" I asked. "You're not acting anymore...you are a bimbo," he replied with a laugh. "You don't want to be in some boring office job. You've become too much of an airhead to do the job. Even now, I bet it's difficult for you to do the job. No, you want to please real men; you just admitted that you want their cocks in your mouth and pussy. You failed as a man, so now you can redeem yourself by pleasuring real men." I stared back at him. Everything he had just said was true. "Let me prove it to you," he stated as he took out his wallet and handed me $100. It took me a second to realize what he wanted. Maybe I was a bimbo now. I smiled back as I took the money from him. He was paying to fuck me. "Ivy, as you now know, it is time to have the first cock in your pussy. Is your pussy ready to take a real man?" he asked as he began to undress. Hearing Kareem call me by my whore name told me it was time to go to work. "Sir, I prepared myself for your inspection as you ordered...but I didn't think that you were going to fuck me," I replied. "Of course you didn't think, my dear. In the future, you must always think that when you meet a man, you are going to be used either in your mouth or pussy as it is your role in life now," he replied. "And it's only fitting I take your virginity...and fuck out the last vestige of your masculinity." I nodded. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked. I stared at his cock and nodded vigorously. "Yes, please fuck me," I begged. He was hard before he got onto the bed as I lubed up my pussy for him. "How do you want to fuck me, Sir?" I asked. "Very good, always ask your man what he wants. Get on all fours Bitch, facing the end of the bed...Ivy," he ordered. "This way, you can see your reflection as I fuck the last of your masculinity out of you." While I had been using various sex toys to prepare my pussy I still wasn't ready mentally for having a real cock in me. I also realized that Kareem would be in control the whole time. I could see Kareem's reflection in the mirror, and when I felt his cock press up against my pussy I began to tremble as I knew that this act would change me forever. As Kareem entered me, I gasped. He then slowly pushed his cock until it was entirely inside me. It was so big, and it felt like it opened me up. But was he pressed in deep, my gasps turned into moans of pleasure as he began to rhythmically fuck my pussy. "Good girl, I can tell you did your training...your pussy feels wonderful," he commented. Looking at my reflection, I could see Kareem as he started pumping me. I could also see my small titties move back and forth as my body instructively matched his rhythm. As I looked at my reflection, I could see that I was changing. He was fucking what little masculinity out of me with each thrust. The look on my face told me that I was also enjoying being fucked. I was more shocked by the fact that I loved it. I became more aroused with each thrust of his cock into my pussy. This was so much better than the sex toy. My clitty was also dripping, and even though it was not hard, it felt so good. So I tried to reach down and stroke it, but Kareem told me not to touch it. "Yes, you were meant to be a vessel for real cocks...you are a real whore...enjoy it.... accept the changes," he exclaimed. "Do you like that? Do you love the way my cock feels in your pussy?" "Umm.... Ohh yes...please...fuck away from my maleness," I moaned. "Fuck me...fuck me harder!" I was not acting, and I was totally aroused by the sensation of being fucked in my pussy. "Good...let it out...accept who you are!" he shouted. "I'm...I'm Ivy...I'm a whore...fuck me deep! Make me cum!" I cried out. "What are you, Ivy?" he demanded. "I'm... I'm a white sissy whore...I'm a bimbo...I'm a slut...fuck me harder, please!" I cried out. "I'm a whore for black and brown cock!" I suspected he was recording all this, but I didn't care anymore. He had won, I was now Ivy, and I was a whore. A short time later, he came, and I could feel his seed filling me up. Then without me touching my clitty I also came. Finally, I cried out in sexual ecstasy from the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced and collapsed in carnal bliss. "That's your first sissygasm, Ivy. I can see that you loved it and will crave more," he stated. I smiled back at him. Kareem left me on the bed and went to the bathroom to clean up. When he returned, he gently moved me into a position so he could start the IV. I was too spent to resist, not that I would. I had changed. I accepted my fate to become a t-girl whore for Kareem. The next day at work, I gave them my two weeks. My life as a man was almost over. Chapter 9 In my last few days at work, I had to bind my chest to hide my breasts. I was now up to 34-D, and even with bindings, they were still noticeable. Thankfully my office was always cold inside, and I began to wear a coat. To be totally honest, I didn't care anymore as I had checked out mentally on the job. I was doing just enough work to avoid attention. I was counting down the days until I left. As I walked home after my last day of work, Kareem waited for me outside my apartment. I greeted him and invited him inside. "Ivy, I wanted to be here to witness a significant event in your life," he stated. Kareem rarely called me Elaina anymore. I was now his whore, and that was my identity; she was dead like my male persona. "What's that?" I asked, clueless as to what he was saying. He smiled. "You don't know, do you?" he asked me. I stared back and shook my head. "Damn, Ivy, you are truly a bimbo now. First, I took your masculinity away, and now your intellect!" he stated with a laugh. "Ivy, today is the last day that you will present yourself to the world as a male. No more pretending to be a male. Once you strip off those male clothing, you'll never wear them again." I slowly nodded as I realized what was about to happen. "It will be nice to stop wearing stupid boy stuff...thanks to you, Sir, I am no longer a man," I sighed. "Then do it," he ordered as he pulled out his camera. So, I quickly removed the last male clothing I would ever wear in my living room. I also unbound my chest and freed my tits. I slowly turn around in front of Kareem. Only my tiny clitty was left as a physical reminder that I was once a man. Mentally, I stopped being a guy a long time ago. "Very good, my dear," he replied. I picked up my clothing and folded them neatly. I would drop them off at the Goodwill the following day along with the rest of the male clothing. There was no sense in them going to waste. "I've contacted the movers. Next Monday, they will pack up what you want to take to your new apartment. The rest will be donated to charity," he stated. "I've taken care of everything, so you don't have to overthink." I smiled back at him. "Thank you, Sir," I replied. "Now Ivy, have you done what I told you?" he asked. "Yes, Sir. Per your instructions, I have an appointment to get my hair and nails done tomorrow," I replied. "I'm pleased with you. You need to look sexy and feminine as I already have three clients set up for you this weekend. I will send you the details about what they will want and where to meet them," he stated. I nodded. "May I ask you a question, Sir?" I asked. "Always, my dear," he replied. "Not that I'm complaining...but why would these men pay to have sex with a girl like me when there are plenty of real female escorts out there?" I asked. "My dear sissy slut, It's because you are a white t-girl that they want you," he replied with a smile. "And what makes you even more special is that you gave up a lucrative career and life to be an escort. Your ad on my website describes how you were compelled to become a feminized whore and give up your old life. All your clients will be men of color, and using a white bimbo girl like you is more than a sexual act; it's also a power rush. A white man becoming a feminized t-girl bimbo escort for just men of color is exciting." I stared back and tried to absorb what he was telling me. "Don't worry your little head about it. You will be cherished and loved, and you will love them back. After the first few, you will fully accept who... and what... you are. Don't try and hurt yourself by thinking about this too much. The process does have this effect on most who take it." He was right; over the past few weeks, I found it hard to concentrate at work. After work, my interests had become dumbed down, and I found it challenging to watch or read anything complicated. I should have been furious, but I no longer felt like resisting. What was the point? "Okay, Sir, I won't let you down," I promised. "Perfect, Sweetie. Remember, as long as you do as you are told; I will treat you as an escort. If you make me mad, I will put you out on the streets as punishment. So many pimps would love to have you working for them." "I will obey you, Sir," I vowed as fear ran up my spine at the thought of being on the streets. "Good. Now hand me your wallet," he ordered. I meekly obeyed and gave it to him. "You don't need what's in here anymore. I will have your replacements soon," he said. "I will erase what's left of your old life." I watched him leave and realized that my old life was truly over. Chapter 10 The next day I spent most of the morning and afternoon at the salon. I had my hair restyled, so there was no doubt of my new gender. They also added pink highlights, making me even more feminine and more of a bimbo. They even dyed my small patch of pubic hair bright pink too. Kareem told me that body had to scream sex and make it clear to men what I now was. Next, I got permanent eyeliner, which would make my life easier when making up my face. Finally, my eyebrows were waxed and shaped, so they were thin, feminine, and highly arched. Additionally, I also got eyelash extensions. I was also given injections into my lips to make them thick and pouty, best described as cocksucker's lips. Kareem said there was no sense hiding what I was. These changes had the desired effect of making me look both feminine and sexy. My nails were done and coated in bright bubblegum pink. They weren't too long, but it added to my transformation into a bimbo working girl. Thanks to the hormone solution, I didn't have much facial or body hair. However, they did recommend a good laser salon to remove the few remaining hairs. I inspected my reflection in the mirror. My new makeover, combined with my revealing outfit, left no doubt that I was a bimbo. My whole look screamed that I was available...for the right amount of money. I should have been ashamed, but instead, I was pleased. My body and looks were now my money maker. Kareem was right, and I was now proud of the way I looked. "Honey, you're going to be in high demand," noted the woman who had worked on me. "It's hard to believe that you were ever a male. Kareem knows how to pick them." Before I left, I scheduled my next appointment with her. Naturally, I had to look good as it would mean more clients. My next stop was also ordered by Kareem. I went to a piercing salon and left with several more studs in each ear and a ring in my right nostril. I also made appointments for a shoulder tattoo. Kareem wanted many physical changes to make it impossible to turn back, and I meekly complied. These additional steps were unnecessary as my old life was done. Kareem came by my place and was impressed with my new look. "I sure know how to pick them," he exclaimed as he inspected me. "You are going to be an excellent whore for me." He was right. I had made it easy for him to entrap me into my new life of whoring for him. Okay, I would be an escort, a more upscale whore, but I would still be selling my body for money. The big difference was that being an escort was legal, just as long as I followed the rules. Kareem set up the appointments, and my clients prepaid for my time. I would get a set amount based on the length of the session. Of course, I was expected to pleasure them sexually. Any tips I got were mine. Kareem told me that as long as I obeyed and pleased him, he would keep me employed. But if I showed signs of disobedience, he would always put me on the street and maybe even sell me to one of the city's many pimps. He also told me that even though being an escort was legal, I could and would get arrested at some point. He called it an occupational hazard and gave me the phone number of a lawyer specializing in working with girls like me. He then told me that there was one last task I had to do to end my life as a male. I looked at him with confusion. "I can't think of anything else," I replied. He smiled knowingly and asked me for my phone. A few minutes later, he handed it back to me. I saw several group texts ready to be sent out to almost everyone on my phone: this included family, friends, and many people with whom I worked. The texts explained that I was now living as a woman and had several photos of me include one he had just taken. "This is the last bridge to your old life...your failed life as a man. Once this is sent, you are free. If you don't send it, I will, and I will include your escort profile." I took the phone and, without hesitation, hit send on all of them. Chapter 11 My new apartment was located in a building just outside of downtown. The neighborhood was a bit run down, but I was close to many hotels, where Kareem told me that I would do most of my business. However, he told me that I could not bring any clients to my place. It wasn't that big anyway. There was just a tiny bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, and living room. One other benefit of the neighborhood was that being a whore wouldn't stand out. Kareem only let me bring a few bags of belongings, and he disposed of the rest of my old life. On the plus side, he had provided me with a new wardrobe for my new job. As I would be an escort, some of the outfits were very classy and mainstream. However, some clothes would be best used by a street whore. Kareem told me that they would remind me what would happen to me if I disobeyed him. I quickly found that all of the residents in the building were working girls, and we quickly became friends. A black woman named Tina was especially friendly. She was a high-class escort who worked for one of the more prominent companies in the city. She was totally cool about me being a t-girl. In fact, all the others accepted me as a fellow whore. Tina and the other girls gave all sorts of advice on being a sex worker. However, Tina stood out to me, who told me always to keep a stash of cash. I never charged for my services as an escort, and the men paid Kareem for my time. Kareem paid my rent and utilities and paid me a small amount of money for each customer. I used this for food, shopping, and transportation. I no longer owned a car or even had a driver's license. Kareem said it was easier for me just to use cabs and rideshares. I did get to keep any tip money I got from my clients. However, I quickly learned that the more willing I was, the more tip money I made. So I pretty much did whatever they wanted and was rewarded for my willing behavior. While I was the only girl who worked for Kareem in my new building, they had all heard of him. They told me that the good thing about working for Kareem was that no one would mess with me. He was both respected and feared in the city's sex industry. Unfortunately, they also told me that Kareem was rumored to work for the local organized crime gang. That made my fate even more permanent. Kareem said he planned on starting me off slowly, but the demand for me was too much to ignore. I was soon seeing several men a day. Just as Kareem had promised, all of them were men of color. And as he had said, many took pleasure with who I had once been. Surprisingly, this only bothered me a little, and that soon passed. I was more interested in pleasing my customers and making money. True, they thought of me as a bimbo whore...but then again, they were right. I also wanted to keep my job with Kareem. I heard so many horror stories about working on the streets. So I did whatever he ordered me to do. Nikki, a black working girl who lived down the hall from me, told me that I would be scooped up in a heartbeat by one of the many pimps who had girls in the area without Kareem's protection. She said her pimp had asked her to check me out as he couldn't believe I was a t-girl. Kareem wasn't that bad to me now that I was working for him. However, I also found out that he found another guy to transform. So even though he was making money off me, I began to wonder if he got off more on transforming white men into whores than the money he earned off of us. I did meet a few of his other girls, and they seemed happy... all things considered. However, Kareem didn't seem to like his girls to socialize and told me to stay away from them, and I didn't want to anger him, so I obeyed. Oh, my outing myself had the desired effect that Kareem had expected. My family and friends were shocked and cut off all contact with me. However, a few coworkers did proposition me. I told Kareem this, and he immediately sent them the link to his escort website. I cried about losing my family, but I was also angry that they abandoned me so quickly. Not one member of my family contacted me to see how I was doing. They just wrote me off and cut me off without even talking to me...that's what hurt the most. I also knew that I was alone now. As for the new me, Kareem was very proud of my profile on his website. It showed various photos of me, and it gave a bio that said that I had given up my life as a businessman to fulfill my desires to serve real men of color as a feminized slut. So even if I could break away from Kareem, my old life was over. The bastard had thought of everything. Chapter 12 I walked with confidence through the lobby of the downtown hotel towards the exit. It was the same hotel that had my name in a book in the manager's office. This time I dressed in a tightfitting white blouse, gray skirt, and matching jacket, and I also had on stockings and high heels. I looked mainstream enough to get into the hotel as some businessman's slutty secretary. In addition to my purse, I carried a leather business bag slung over my shoulder. However, there were no papers, just lube and a few sex toys inside the case. As I walked casually towards the exit, I could feel my client's seed oozing out of pussy. Additionally, the taste of his cum was still in my mouth. Even though I had spritzed myself with perfume before I left the room, I smelled of having sex. Of course, this was all part of my client's fantasy, and as he tipped big that day, I obeyed his wishes. I had done worse for money in my short time as an escort. I really didn't think about things like this as right or wrong anymore. My client that day had been a black businessman from out of town. Kareem said he was a regular and that he liked girls like me. Kareem added that I would do whatever he asked if I were smart, as it was good to have regular clients. I think I had done enough to have him request me again. Overall, I accepted my new career...not that I had a choice. For the most part, my clients were very good to me. Sure I heard a lot of racial abuse from some of them, but I had gotten used to that too. I also learned the more I reacted to the abuse, my crying and begging for me to make amends for the evils of my race, the more it got them off and, therefore, a bigger tip. It was like some surreal form of theater as afterward, many of them apologized for things they called me during sex. I usually had two clients a day, sometimes three depending on the timing. My sessions sometimes included having lunch or dinner with them in an upscale restaurant. I have to admit that there were parts of my job that were pleasant. Some of my clients wanted to be seen out and about with a beautiful and sexy woman...and then have sex with me. One black guy even took me to a rap concert. He took me backstage, and he got off watching me getting fondled, groped, and used by the other guys there. I must have sucked a dozen cocks there and fucked a few times too. I'm not sure, as I was pretty buzzed. The guy also got off on seeing me high and provided me with ecstasy. I made some great tips that night, and several of the guys hired me later on. Kareem was pleased as I was making him a lot of money. However, he also did what he felt was necessary to protect his property. For example, one client had been physically abusive with me. He had tied me down, gagged me, and then flogged me with a leather strap to the point I passed out from the pain. Kareem was furious as I was out of work for two weeks. I later was shown a video of the man brutally beaten by two of Kareem's associates. Even though the guy deserved it, I was sickened watching them work over the man. Thankfully, I had no lasting physical injuries, and the man who beat me paid me to make up for what he had done. Kareen also told me that he charged the guy for the days I missed work. Kareem also took the opportunity to have my tongue pierced. He said this would make me a better cocksucker. He was always so "thoughtful." As Kareem had promised, all my clients were non-white, black, Asian, Hispanic, or Arabic. I quickly deduced that he wasn't a racist; he was a capitalist...but I think Kareem got off on turning white men into women. He knew how to market the product to the right community to make the most money. Kareem showed me he had girls of various ethnicities for his website, but most were white. As Kareem had told me, I was now a bimbo as it was hard to concentrate on anything other than sex. So I stopped reading anything other than fashion or entertainment magazines. The only shows I watched were light entertainment. I no longer watched the news or even cared what was going on in the world. It was hard at first, but I soon adjusted. I continued to watch porn online. Kareem told me it would give me an idea of how to please my clients. Chapter 13 A month or so later, I slowly twirled around for Kareem as he inspected my naked body. I have a very shapely body now due to the hormone treatments. My figure was 36DD-22-36. Kareem liked that my ass had become very large, round, and shapely. He had recently had me add a new tattoo. It was a vine of ivy that started at the base of my ass and ran up my back until it spread slightly down each shoulder. It said that a good whore like me should be easily recognizable. "It had healed quite nicely," he remarked. "Thank you, Sir," I replied meekly. "I have an appointment for you later today. Do you know a man named Malcolm Thomas?" he asked. I felt a chill run up my spine. "When I was a guy...my supervisor at my old job had that name," I replied. "That's him, and he has hired you for this afternoon until tomorrow morning. I'm telling you this ahead of time, not because I'm asking if you want to do it...you will do it. I don't want you to cause a scene when you see him...and his friends." "I understand; thank you, Sir. How many will be there be?" I asked. "He paid for four, two men and their wives. You will serve all four," he replied. This would be the first time I was with someone who knew me when I was a male. So naturally, it made me a bit uneasy, but I had no choice but to obey. "Any other things I need to know, Sir?" I asked. "Yes, you're such a professional whore Ivy. They asked for your sizes, so expect an outfit change or two. They want you to show up as if you dressed for work back when you were a man. They want you in trousers, a dress shirt tie, and work shoes. Underneath, they want nothing other than lace panties. You can have your nails as they are and minimal makeup. They asked for your sizes and will have an outfit for you to leave in." So they wanted to humiliate me. It would be a long night. I also didn't expect much of a tip. "And my hair?" I asked. "Slick it back," he replied. "I'll send you the address. They want you there by three." "Sir, I don't have any male clothing," I replied. He nodded and handed me a large shopping bag. "The items in here should fit, but you won't look very masculine, but then again, you never did. Please send me a photo or two before you head out. They are paying a lot for you tonight, so down, let me down," he stated. "Have I ever, Sir?" I replied. "No, you haven't. You have become one of my best whores. I have something special for you after this. We will talk in a day or so," he replied. "Um, yes, Sir," I replied as I wondered what he had in mind. Chapter 14 I looked at my reflection in the mirror and decided that I looked ridiculous. My long blonde hair was slicked back with a product. My face looked feminine, thanks to my permanent eyeliner, eyelash extensions, shaped thin eyebrows, and enhanced lips even without makeup. The male outfit also looked silly on me. It was tight around my tits and baggy around my waist. The trousers also barely fit as my ass was so big now. I also hated the way the shoes felt. I had grown too used to heels. I hoped the outfit I would be leaving in would look better. I took a few photos for Kareem and sent them to him. I had a feeling that this would be a very strange evening. I had one previous client who had his wife with him. She watched me get her husband's cock hard before he fucked her. She then had me lick her pussy clean. So I had a feeling there would be much more going on this evening. I was dropped off at the address. Thankfully the driver didn't ask any questions about the way I was dressed. Mr. Harris greeted me at the front door and broke out in a big smile. "Damn, it's true. You are a sissy boi now, Evan...excuse me...I meant Ivy!" he exclaimed with a laugh. "Well, please come in, Miss Evan; the others will be happy to see you." I cringed when he used my old male name; it was a cruel reminder of my old life. He then slipped a dog collar around my neck, locked it in place, and pulled me along with his leash. "Ladies and Gentlemen let me present the white boy previously known as Evan, who is now the sissy whore Ivy," he announced loudly. They began to laugh and clap their hands. I felt my face turn red in embarrassment. He positioned me in the middle of the living room. I glanced around the room at the others. I recognized his wife and also the other couple. They were two of my ex-coworkers. Like Malcolm, they were black. The other man's name was Rod, and the woman next to him was his wife. I don't remember her name as she worked in the administrative department. All four were in their thirties and fit. I have to admit that I fantasized about having sex with some of them after starting my feminization transformation. "I want to thank you, Ivy; I took over your position and have already been promoted. I'm so glad you have accepted your real role in life. Don't you agree, Tasha?" stated Rod. The woman next to him nodded. "Absolutely. I have moved from admin to a position in your old department. Even dressed as you are, I can tell that you made the right choice...you're better looking now," she said. "What do you think, Cari?" Cari Harris was an executive at the company. "Too bad you didn't come out at work; I could have used you as my secretary," Cari answered. "I would love to have a sissified white boi secretary obeying my every order." "I agree with my wife, Ivy. You would be a great example for many of your coworkers. I already suspect a few of them wish they were you," added Malcolm. "I imagine you make more money sucking cock and being fucked in your sissy ass now, so it would be hard to bring you back entry-level wages." The other all laughed. I stood there and blushed as they berated me. "Let's see if she looks as good unwrapped," stated Cari, who approached me with a large pair of scissors. "Don't move slut," she ordered. I did as ordered and stood there as she cut off my clothes with a pair of scissors. She took her time and cut my clothes off as if it was a perverse form of striptease. They were soon just rags at my feet. Once I was naked, she ordered me to show off my body. So I began to turn around so they could see everything slowly. "If she didn't have that tiny cock, you would never know she was once a man," exclaimed Rod. "Look at those beautiful tits!" "I love that she's is inked and pierced. That means she must be a real kinky slut," noted Tasha. "Which is good considering what we're going to do to her tonight." "I agree. I think she's so sexy," added Cari. "You made the right choice bitch; you were born to be a sissy whore." "So who gets her first?" asked Rod. "I think Tasha should pick; after all, it was her idea to get her tonight," said Cari. "Ivy, the boys can use you at both ends first. After that, Cari and I have to get your costume ready for later on," she replied. "Get on all fours bitch," ordered Rod. I did as ordered as I watched the two men undress. Then, they flipped a coin over who got my mouth or my pussy to add to my humiliation. This was the first time I had been with two men at once, but I tried not to show it. I had cleaned and lubed my pussy before leaving my home. Still, Malcolm used more as he took his position behind me. I looked at Rod and his large cock as he took a seat in the chair in front of me. I didn't wait to be told and began to lick and kiss his cock. I then began to take his cock into my mouth. At the same time, I felt Malcolm's cock enter me. "Damn, she's good at sucking cock," exclaimed Rod. "How's her pussy?" "Nice and tight," replied Malcolm. "I've always wanted to fuck a white sissy bitch, and it's worth the wait." "Oh yeah slut, suck that cock," ordered Rod. "This is the perfect job for you bitch, sucking my big black cock." "Oh my, you guys didn't waste any time! How's the bitch?" asked Cari. "Build for cock," exclaimed Malcolm. "She must have been practicing as I am in her pussy." "She does look like she's enjoying it," she added. "Oh yeah, she loves it," stated Rod. "Bitch is matching the rhythm of us using her." "Well, don't get off yet. Tasha and I have a surprise for you two," explained Cari. "We need her for a while. So you won't be disappointed. Besides, we have her all night." Chapter 15 An hour or so later, I was led out of the bedroom by the two women. The dog collar had been replaced with a large, heavy metal slave collar that was locked around my neck. On each wrist were a metal cuff and a chain connecting them. I also had cuffs on each ankle, and they were also chained together. My outfit was best described as a tattered and torn yellow-colored antebellum dress of the old south. I was wearing a corset, stockings, and several petticoats underneath the dress. My face was made up to match the outfit. On my head was attached a blonde wig that was flowing with curls. I looked like an extra of "Gone with the Wind," and I guess that was the point. The women undressed and then led me out to the men. By the looks on their faces, I was a hit. "We figured if Evan...I mean, Ivy wanted to be a girl and suck black cock; she might be well going all the way. But, think of what should have happened to those white southern belles and their husbands," stated Cari. "Yep, put in chains and used by their new black masters and mistresses until they collapsed in a state of sexual bliss," added Tasha. "Malcolm and I will use her first, but feel free to play around as you watch," stated Tasha. I felt the sharp tug of the leash connected to my collar and led down the hall. Tasha led me into a large room made over into a sexual party room. There was a massive mattress in the room and many bondage racks and devices. I was positioned on the bed to orally pleasure Tasha while Malcolm began to fuck my pussy again. I saw Rod and Cari initially watching out of the corner of my eye, but they too began to fuck. I slipped into a sexual zone that I had developed with my other customers. I reacted and interacted with them but didn't try to think. Instead, I would take on the role they wanted and serve them to the best of my ability. When they decided to shift, I first had to clean off Rod's cock with my mouth and then shifted to do the same to Cari. I was then made to lick out Rod's cum from her pussy. As I did, I felt my pussy being filled again, and it took me a second to realize that Tasha had strapped on a dildo and was the one fucking me. At the same time, Malcolm was playing with my nipples. Rod had his erect cock in my mouth as soon as he got his second wind. Next, Cari began to lick and kiss my clitty. The multiple sources of pleasure were overwhelming. I lost track of time and everything being done to me, to be honest. They used for hours, and to be honest, I totally zoned out for a while. When I returned to reality, I remember being fucked by Rod, and I had Malcolm's cock in my mouth. I was naked, and the chains and collar had been removed. The wig had been removed too. "You know, she loved black cock so much, you'd think she'd want to be black too," joked Cari. "I know; she's almost got the body for it; her ass is almost big enough," added Tasha. "What do you think of her ass, Rod?" "I agree, the ass could be bigger...but still nice," he replied as pumped my pussy. "Well, when the boys get done with her, I think we should grant her wish," stated Tasha. Chapter 16 I stood motionless in the shower holding my arms and legs apart. "This is a costly body dye," explained Tasha as she carefully applied it to my body. "When it dries, it will look very natural." My skin color was now dark brown all over, and it looked like I was born this way. The two women had been careful to make my new skin color natural. They left my palms lighter in color, and my nipples were also dyed a darker brown. They had paid the same level of attention to my pussy and clitty, dying them appropriate colors. "Of course, it will take a few weeks to wear off...maybe longer," added Cari with a laugh. "Now Ivy, we're not doing this as part of some stupid blackface thing; we just think that since you've given up being a man, you can give up being white for a while...besides, you truly love black cock, so much. I have to admit that you've lived up to the descriptions on your profile," added Tasha. "Besides, I've wanted to do this to some white t-girl like you for a long time." "Your hair already looks great, Ivy," said Cari as she giggled. "I've always wanted to do this to a white blonde bimbo. She looks even better than I thought she would." They had first dyed my hair black. Next, they tightly braided my hair. The braids also had beads in them to complete the look. "I'll give you the name of a good hair salon that will fix your hair when you're ready to go back to being white...unless you prefer being black," explained Tasha with a laugh. After the dye dried, they gave me some new clothes and jewelry to wear. Next, they gave me some make-up to match my new skin color, and they watched as I applied it. "I have to admit you're a very sexy black woman Ivy, and also an excellent whore," remarked Cari. "It's also nice that you have thick cocksucker lips." "My boss may not like what you've done to me," I remarked as I applied my new lipstick. Instead of my usual pink, it was a bright red. But I did have to agree with them that I looked very sexy. "We explained that we might do something like this to you...it will be an extra charge for us, but it's worth it," replied Tasha. My new outfit was a black short off-the-shoulder dress and high heels. The dress was low cut and showed off my cleavage. "You look pretty hot, Ivy," noted Cari. "I agree; let's see what the men think," agreed Tasha as they walked me out to me the others. Rod and Malcolm loved my new look as I could see their cocks getting hard. They pulled me over and began to use me again, much to the amusement of the women. A couple of hours later, I was sitting in Malcolm's car, and he drove me away from his home. I knew I made a lot of money that night, but I was too much in a daze to care. Then, finally, I glanced at my watch and saw that it was just a little past two in the morning. I initially thought they would keep me longer, but I didn't complain. "Too bad the dye isn't permanent; I like you better this way," he commented. I just smiled back at him as I wasn't sure what to say. My mind was in a whirl over how I would get by the next few weeks and what Kareem would do to me. I was wearing a lowcut, short hemmed red dress and high-heeled boots. The dress barely covered my ass, and it also showed off my cleavage. "I can't you back to your place, but you should be able to call a ride from the bar I'm dropping you off at. Don't worry, and it's LGBT friendly," he explained. He pulled up to the curb. "You were worth the money, Ivy," he stated as he handed me a thick wad of bills. "Thanks," I replied as I got out of his car. I didn't bother to look at the money and just slipped it into my purse. "You're much better, sissy whore, than what you were before," he added. "Good night." I watched him drive away and debated what to do next. Even though I had on perfume, I knew I reeked of sex, and I could feel the men's cum oozing out of my pussy and soaking my panties. But, more importantly, I was also worried about offending someone with the way I looked. Yeah, I looked black, but I knew the problems would start when I talked. Plus, I still had blue eyes. I would call a ride from outside the club, but then I saw a text from Kareem. He told me to call him immediately when I was done. When I called him, I told him what they had done to me. He replied that he had to see what I now looked like and told me to wait for him at the bar. Thankfully, it was rather dark inside, and I was pleased to find an open seat at the bar. The bartender was a handsome black man, and I ordered a martini. He ran his eyes over me, and I also noticed him run his tongue over his lips. I wondered if he thought I was actually black. The drink hit the spot and helped me come down from my sexual high. I had lost track of how many times I had been used that night. There was a mirror behind the bar, and when I saw my reflection, I barely recognized myself. Even in the dim light of the club, I could see that my skin was now a dark mahogany color. I looked down at my arms and had to admit that the dye did look very natural. However, I wondered if it really would wear off in a few weeks. Kareem came in, and I waved to him. When he got closer, he let out a low whistle. "Damn, you look like you're naturally black," he commented. "They even did your hair!" "Yep, I got the full treatment," I replied as I played with one of my braids. He stood back and looked me over. "They were very detailed and careful to coat me with stuff all over," I continued. "They said it would take weeks to wear off." "Won't be a problem. I can still find work for you...but I will still charge them extra," he replied. "Still, this could work out even better." "What do you mean?" I asked warily. "I'll just move you on the menu... from light to dark meat. So you'll just get a different shade of customers." "I'm not sure I can pull that off," I argued, ignoring his added crude comments. "You will do it...you don't have a choice bitch. I own your ass no matter what color it is; just get that in your little head. Besides, they don't want conversation, and they want sex. The men who will want you want a black sissy slut," he countered. "If you don't do what I say, I can always put you on the street." I looked into his eyes and knew that he was telling me the truth. "I'll do as you tell me, Sir, you know that." "That's right bitch you will," he replied. "I have a perfect client for you to meet soon. If everything works as planned, I'll be making more money than just from you girls." "What do you mean?" I asked. He then described his plan. I was shocked but agreed to go along...it's not like I had a choice. Chapter 17 When I did get up later that day, I examined my naked body and couldn't find any flaws with my dye job. However, to be more accurate, it was still weird seeing myself in the mirror as a black woman...or a black t-girl. I realized that I would need some help with my makeup and outfits, so I called Tina. Since I moved in, we had become good friends, and I knew I could trust her. Tina was in her late twenties and had a killer body. She was almost six feet tall and a stunning figure. Her tits were around the same size as mine, and she also had a killer ass. But what I loved most about her was her confidence and intelligence. I also knew I could trust her for being honest with me. We talked often, and she knew all about my past. I guess she was my only real friend. She fully accepted me as a woman even though she knew I was transgendered. Tina also helped me accept that I was a whore who was not ashamed. She said that there was no reason to dress up what we were. I slowly was coming around to her way of thinking. I greeted her at the front door and dropped my robe so she could see all of me. A big smile appeared on her face when she began to giggle as she closed the door behind her. "Damn Ivy, you look hot," she exclaimed. "If I didn't know better, I would have thought you were born this way. The main thing that gives you away is your blue eyes. What is it, makeup?" She reached over and caressed my breasts. "Not makeup; it's dye. I'm going to be like this for weeks; I'm going to need some makeup and fashion tips," I explained. "Kareem says that I'm still going to be working." I picked up my robe, but Tina put up her hand. "Oh no, don't get dressed... I'm not done looking at you, girl," she said softly as he continued to inspect me. "You look so delicious now, Ivy." "Thank you," I replied. I could feel myself getting aroused. "So you need my help, that makes sense. That bubblegum pink lipstick you used when you were a blonde isn't going to cut it. Now tell me what happened, and then we'll look at your wardrobe...we can play later," she said with a wink. A couple of hours later, we were at a drug store as I bought some new makeup and nail polish. Tina said my wardrobe was fine, but I might want to get a few wigs. "Honey, your hair is fine... if you were a mainstream girl, but you need a better style for working," she explained. She took me to a wig shop that catered to black women, and an hour later, I left with two new wigs. As we left, she told me that she preferred me the way I now was. "Really?" I asked. "Yeah. Don't get me wrong, you looked hot before, but now you're stunning. I'm fantasizing what it would like to have you in my bed," she confessed. "I have always had a thing for submissive t-girls like you and have been waiting to make my move...but seeing you now has changed that...I can't wait any longer." I had always wondered what she was like in bed. "You mean that?" Then without a word, she kissed me on the lips. The kiss was long and highly passionate. "You're mine tonight, girl," she stated as she took me by the hand and led me to her apartment. Chapter 18 We cuddled together in her bed after a long session of making love. It was the first time since I became a girl with consensual sex. All the other times had been forced by Kareem or while I was selling my body. Tina had taken total command, and I didn't mind; I loved being under her control. Our lovemaking had been all oral. But Tina promised to get a strap-on so she could fuck me. "So, you wanted to be a woman?" she asked as we cuddled in bed. "Yes, but I didn't think I'd become a whore," I replied. "Kareem had been picked from the start." "I must admit that they did a great job on you. I find it hard to tell you were once white, even up close. Sure, I can see something things in your face, besides your eyes, but I would just assume you're part white," explained Tina. "Of course, you still act white, but I could train you to pass better." "Well, I am worried about being found out...I'm now hiding two things about myself," I replied. "I mean, I'm not worried about my clients...all they care about is sex with a girl like me. I just don't want someone to think I'm trying to be disrespectful about race." "Don't worry about that girl. You've already established yourself as a girl. I bet if you did this full-time too, you could pass as black just as well," she replied. "In the meantime, if anyone asks why you act white, just tell them you were adopted and grew up in a mostly white suburban neighborhood." I laughed at her suggestion. "Well, the dye only lasts a few weeks," I sighed. "There are other methods besides dye sister...permanent methods," she countered as she ran her fingers over my nipples. "Because if I make you my girl, I want you like you are now...a sexy black sissy boi. I find your clitty so petite and sexy. We could go to work together. I have a family friend who has a club, and he's been trying to get me to move back there. He would not only hire you, but he would provide the service to make you like this permanently." "You're joking," I replied. She shook her head. "There are other changes that will happen too... cheekbones, lips, and nose; you would be quite stunning as my black submissive sissy girlfriend." "You're not kidding, are you?" I asked as we snuggled closer. Her fingers were caressing my hardening nipples. "Nope, I've had my eye on you for a while. But now I know I want you as my girl, and I will make you over as my dream girl," she replied before kissing me. "I've seen the results done on someone else, and they looked amazing...even your voice will change." "Tell me more," I asked as I felt her hands begin to play with clitty. "And what will we do about Kareem?" "Later," she said she kissed me again. Chapter 20 Kareem fully briefed me on what to do with my client that afternoon. Unlike most of my previous sessions, the client came to me this time. This was all part of Kareem's latest money-making plan, and I had no choice but to go along with it. I was in a hotel close enough to downtown to be easy to get to and far enough away, so no one cared what you were doing there. What I cared about was that it was clean. I was more nervous about my new appearance than Kareem's plan. I can't believe how low I had sunk in terms of morality since falling under Kareem's power. Tina was also something new to think about. Our lovemaking had been exquisite, and I loved how she took total control of me. I knew that I would always be a sub, but the idea of being permanently transformed in skin color and identity was something new to contemplate. It would also be the perfect disguise if I ran away from Kareem. I sat on the edge of the hotel bed, waiting for my client. I was dressed in a purple garter belt, matching shelf bra, black stockings, purple pumps, and a see-through robe. Additionally, I was wearing a black afro-styled wig. Kareem said the guy requested the look. I had to admit that I liked the way I looked in it. Kareem had told me that this guy used his services at least once a month. He was a white business executive with a large corporation, and he liked black t-girls...wanted them to act stereotypically. Kareem also told me the guy was conservative and hung out in several far-ring- wing chatrooms. Kareem also said that I would be subject to a lot of racial and homophobic abuse. Sexually, the guy was pretty much into receiving oral, fucking, and sometimes sucking clitty. I asked Kareem if the man would be put off by my tiny clitty and said no. The man arrived five minutes late. I greeted him at the door and invited him inside. He was handsome with some gray in his brown hair. He seemed pleased with me as I poured him a drink. "I haven't seen you on the menu before. Are you fresh meat Bitch?" he asked me as he began to undress. "Um, yeah, I just was hired," I replied, ignoring his ignorant words. "You're quite stunning. Very feminine...I love girls like you that throw away your masculinity to serve. Do you like serving your betters...I mean, superior straight white men like me?" Of course, I said I did. The guy was turning out to be a real asshole. I was being made aware of things I hadn't ever experienced. I did find it amusing that many of my clients considered themselves straight, even when they sucked my clitty. As he undressed, he continued to talk and made several more racist comments that he probably didn't think were offensive. I played dumb and acted as if I didn't know what he meant. Yeah, I know my other clients commented about race, but this felt different. He was a prominent executive at a company with a less than a stellar hiring record for minorities and women. I now understood why. I also felt like a spy, as this clown didn't know that I was white. The sex with him was okay. I guess I was used to bigger cocks now, and his six inches didn't quite cut it. It wasn't that much bigger than mine had been before I became Elaina/Ivy. Maybe it was really because I was not too fond of his openly racist mentality. He also used a lot of racist insults as he fucked me. I suspected he wasn't playing when it came to being racist like many of my other clients. To make matters worse, he claimed to be a "bit short" for my tip but would make it up the next time when we finished. Of course, I was pissed but pretended it was okay. He was about to leave when Kareem and two burly Hispanic guys burst into the room. "What the fuck is going on!" the man exclaimed. I quickly moved out of the way. Kareem smiled at the man. Kareem's thugs closed the door and stood in front of it. There was no way the man was getting past them. They were the same two guys that had beaten up the guy who abused me, and they enjoyed dealing out violence. "Sit down; we have a business arraignment to discuss," Kareem ordered in a calm tone. "Sit down, or my associates will assist you." The man immediately sat down on the bed. "What do you want?" the man demanded. Kareem placed a laptop down on the nightstand and started a video. It showed the businessman having sex with me. The video clearly showed my clitty when he was fucking me. Kareem then scanned forward to show him sucking me off. He immediately looked around the room to see where the cameras had been hidden. He then turned me with his eyes filled with rage, "You fucking black cunt! You set me up!" the man screamed at me. I stepped back as I thought he was about to attack me. Kareem put up his hand. "Hey, asshole, why are you blaming her? She's just one of my whores, and she's not smart enough to think up something like this. This is my plan," stated Kareem angrily. "Bitch set me up," countered the man as he glared at me. "I'll fucking ruin you bitch!" I guess he felt it was best to be angry with me than with Kareem. Kareen grabbed the man and lifted him up by his lapels. "Hey, asshole, are you fucking deaf! I set this up. She was just the whore you requested... if it hadn't been her, it would have been someone else. Now are you going to listen to me?" exclaimed Kareem angrily. I think Kareem was genuinely offended that the man thought I was the one who was blackmailing him. Kareem then dropped the man down on the bed. "What do you want?" the man meekly asked. "You will pay me $2,000 a month from this day on. This is nonnegotiable. If you don't make the payment, I will send a copy of this video to your family, friends, and coworkers. Does your wife Emily know you're such a good cocksucker? Mr. Sanders, your CEO, would love these too. Then again, I wonder what your son Thomas's private school principal will think of them. Or what about the minister at your church where your cute daughter Kathy sings in the choir? Or what about your wife Emily's real estate office? Her coworkers will love seeing them as they already think you're a prick. Do you want me to continue?" asked Kareem. The man looked horrified. "All you want is $2,000?" asked the man. "A month...until I tell you to stop," added Kareem. "I like a steady source of income instead of a lump sum. If you stop, the video goes out, along with other information. No second chances, one missed payment, and the videos go out." The man sat in silence. "Oh, and if you call the cops...or hurt the girl... I will destroy you. She's a good whore, and I would hate to lose the money she makes for me," added Kareem with an evil leer. "And I will enjoy hurting you and watching these two hurt you. I would have your beating videoed, and I will show it to future men I blackmail." I got the feeling that Kareem hoped the man would give him a chance to assault him. "Fine...how do I pay?" he asked defeatedly. Kareem handed him a business card. "Just send it to this site, and you won't have any problems," said Kareem. "Oh, and remember to keep your mouth shut about this. Just consider this a penance for your bad deeds. Now, as we have concluded our business, my associates will walk you to your Audi. Nice car, but I don't like the color." The man stared back and wondered how Kareem knew so much about him as Kareem's thugs escorted him out of the room. After they closed the door, Kareem smiled at me as he sat down on the bed. "You were perfect, my dear. Your color change has come in handy. I've had my eye on this guy for a while but didn't have the girl I could trust to assist me," he explained. "He only likes black t-girls." "I'm pleased you trusted me...have you done this to others?" I asked. "Quite a few. All rich white businessmen. I don't hit them too hard, just enough to give me a monthly cash flow. You will get a bonus for helping me today," he said as he eyed me. I smiled back. "Thank you. He stiffed me on the tip," I replied as I walked towards Kareem. "So, do I look as good to you as I did when we were in the bar?" "Yeah, you do...I love how easily you have given up things in your life... first your gender identity...then morality, as you become a total whore...then race...and now you're a willing participant in my blackmail activity. But you're also very sexy. Too bad I make more money with you being white, or I would keep you this way," he said as he pulled me closer to him. "I bet you'd like to feel a big cock in you after being used by that asshole." I nodded and wrapped my arms around him. Chapter 21 It took nearly a month for my skin color to return to normal. I have to admit that I was a bit disappointed when it began to change. I think Tina was more upset about it. Still, we continued to have sex after I was back to being a white, blonde bimbo. "When you are mine, I will shave your head...that way, I can pick a different look for you every day," she told me one evening as I was tied down on her bed. "You wouldn't dare!" I laughed. "Oh, I would. It really turns me on. But, no, you would look so sexy with a smooth scalp," she replied as her fingers through my hair. "I also will get off shaving you with a straight razor. It can be a very sexy procedure. I also know a treatment that will keep you bald." I could tell she wasn't kidding, and to be honest, the idea of having a shaved head was exciting. Also, I helped Kareem set up five more white executives in those weeks. I had mixed feeling about what Kareem was doing. On the one hand, the men he picked on could afford it, and they weren't forced into having sex with the other girls or me. But, on the other hand, they were all married and had a lot of hypocrisy in their lives. My biggest worry was about what else Kareem would have me do. I was wondering how low he would take me. I mean, I was a full-time t-girl escort, and I had there was little that I wouldn't do for money. But I knew there were many more extreme things out there, and I wondered how far Kareem would take me. Unfortunately, I didn't have long to wait. Kareem had me meet him at a local restaurant for a late lunch one day. We were seated at a table with a nice view of the street. I was also on display for all passing by. My tight, low-cut pink top looked like it was painted onto my chest and my skirt barely covered my ass. Kareem always loved putting me on public display. But, to be honest, I didn't care anymore, and the idea of disobeying him seemed impossible. I was about to discover I still had some resistance in me. As we talked, Kareem pointed out the school across the street. "I love how the high school boys stare at you as they walk by us. I wonder what they would do if they knew you were once a man," he whispered to me. "Most would still want me," I replied. "Exactly! And that will play into my latest plan. I've decided to start harvesting white teens to transform into girls like you," he explained softly. "There's a lot of money to be made in the sex trade for feminized white boys." I was shocked. "Um, you mean transgendered teens?" I whispered back. He shook his head. "Nope, just regular white teens like those two walking past. I can break them easily enough with the hormones and other ways. There's a big market for young t-girls overseas, especially white sissy girls. I figure a few years of hard work and I will be able to retire," he explained. "I have half a dozen schools picked out, starting with the one across the street. I figure if I grab one at a time. No one will notice what is happening until I'm long gone." I sipped my drink, wondering what this had to do with me. Another group of white teens walked by, and as they did, they stared at my tits. Without thinking, I smiled back at them. "Either of those two would work, and they would look hot as they're already pretty feminine," he noted. One had shoulder-length blonde hair, and the other had brown hair in a ponytail. They were both thin and, to be honest, didn't look that masculine. However, it wouldn't take much to turn them into convincing girls, especially with the hormonal solution Kareem processed. "You can't be serious? How will you get them?" I asked. "You can't just grab them off the street." "Who said I would be the one catching them. That would be your job, and you will be the bait. With the way you look, you're already every high school boy's wet dream...on the outside anyway. They both stared at your tits. So I'm thinking of ways that I can trap them using you. You've already proven you're without morals...or the ability to disobey me," he continued. "Think about ways you can use your skills to help me. How will you get them to go with you?" I just nodded and pretended to do as he asked. However, there was no way I would help him. It's one thing to entrap an adult like me, but kids were a different thing. I had ruined my own life...and hurt many adult men, but there was no way I could live with myself after turning a single teen boy into a feminized whore, let alone many. When we left, Kareem told me to be parked a few blocks around the corner, and I was to walk there. He told me to flirt with the teens as I walked past them. Just as I expected, the guys were almost drooling as I passed them. If I had wanted, I could have easily left with one or even both of them, and I felt so dirty. I arrived at Kareem's car and got inside. "Well? What have you thought of?" he asked. "I know you're a bimbo, but this is sex. Tell me how you will entice some teenage boys to be with you." I hesitated before answering. "I...I can't...I can't do this," I stammered. Kareem turned and glared at me with rage. "You want to take that back bitch?" he demanded. I shook my head. "I can't go through with something like that," I replied with tears in my eyes. "I'll do other things, but I can't do that to teens." "Bitch, I'm not asking for your permission. This is not an option. I will make you help me do this," he snapped back as he glared at me. He reached over and turned my face to look at the two teens. They were hanging around across the street. They were both clueless about what awaited them if Kareem got his hands on them. I also knew Kareem was right, as It wouldn't be hard to trap them. I just couldn't be the one to do it. "You will seduce them...or others like them...so I can turn them into sissy sluts like you," he growled in a low voice to me. I shook my head back and forth slowly. "I...I can't do this...please, Sir," I replied softly as tears formed in my eyes. "Well, I guess you need some motivation." He countered as he stared intensely at me. Chapter 22 So back to the beginning. I found myself out on the street as a whore until I changed my mind. Kareem drove me to a local pimp named Leon. I immediately recognized him as the guy who I first sucked off a back alley a lifetime ago. I was to be out on the street every night until I gave in to Kareem's demands. Leon made it clear that he wanted me full-time and told me that I would be one of his whores after a month. I asked him why a month and he laughed at me. "Bitch, if you're still holding out on Kareem after thirty days on the streets, you'll be such a whore that he won't want you back, and you'll be mine," replied Leon. "You're going to be getting lots of cock as you now have a nightly quota to fill." The first few nights were the worse. My nights consisted of walking up and down the sidewalks getting propositioned for sex for hours. I had no choice but to obey as Leon kept a watch on me. I also suspected that the other whores were told to watch me and tell Leon if I wasn't working hard. I got no pleasure from what I was doing and soon acted on instinct. All I cared about was getting through the night. The only good thing about being watched was that I didn't have to worry about being abused by a customer. On my third night, I was arrested for solicitation and spent several hours in jail. I was fingerprinted, photographed, and humiliated until Leon's lawyer got me out. I paid a fine, but I now had a police record as he had me plead guilty. Leon greeted me as I was let out of the city jail and told me that it wouldn't happen again as long as I met my nightly quota. However, if I failed to make enough money, I would be back in the city jail. I then realized that the local cops were on the take and couldn't be trusted. This was confirmed the next night when the first two cocks I sucked were those of the cops who arrested me the previous night. Later in the evening, one of them returned, bent me over the police car's hood, and fucked my pussy. At least the bastard paid me. The "good news" was that making my quota of money wasn't a problem as I was one of the few white t-girl whores working the red-light district. I also had to admit that I was one, if not the best-looking girl working in that area. The bad news was I was getting used many times every night. I had to beat my clients away. Mostly they wanted blowjobs, but a few fucked me in the back alleys. Some also wanted to suck me off, and I charged extra for that. I was exhausted by the end of each night. And early every morning, when I arrived home, I was greeted by a call from Kareem asking me if I had changed my mind and would help him with the teenage boys. He told me that all I had to do was say yes, and I would off the street. I was at a loss of what to do. I was not about to condemn innocent teens to be transformed into feminized sex slaves. But I wasn't sure how many more nights I could take on the streets. It was apparent that I would become drug-addicted if I stayed on the streets just like the rest of Leon's whores. Every night he offered me drugs, telling me it would make being a street whore easier. He said it was just a matter of time until I gave in, and he was right, as I wanted any escape from the life I was now living. Leon provided drugs to all his girls making them more dependent on him. When they got too burned out, he had them arrested, where they would serve time. When they got out, he would have nothing to do with them. Going to the cops wasn't an option either. Even assuming I found an honest one, why would they believe me? I was just a whore. All the corrupt cops knew about the barcode on my ass and knew there was a reward if I tried to run away. Kareem had thought of everything, and it was just a matter of time until I gave into his demands...or ended up a drug-addicted street whore. Yes, I had a stash of cash hidden from my tips, but that wouldn't last long. What could I do? I was a t-girl hooker with a police record. I also had nowhere to go. But even if I did escape, what could I do? Kareem had made sure that I was stuck in my current life. I knew that I couldn't get a real job either. The drugs that Kareem had used on me had truly done something to my mind. I had the hardest time concentrating on anything but the simplest tasks. As he said, I was smart enough to be a whore, but not much else. As I entered the third week of my purgatory, I arrived home at my apartment. I was exhausted and just wanted to shower then crawl into bed. Even food didn't seem appetizing. I looked at my phone and saw a text from Kareem. "Had enough Bitch?" There were several photos of me at work on the streets. "Or would you rather stay a street whore? Leon wants your ass bad!" his texts continued. "How many cocks have you sucked since you've been out on the streets?" I stared at the messages and photos and began to sob. My thoughts were interrupted by a gentle knock on the door. I got up and looked through the peephole to see Tina standing outside. I opened up the door and immediately hugged her. "I saw you were just coming in, and I could tell something was wrong," she replied as she held me. I just nodded. She then ran her eyes over me. "Girl, are you working the streets now?" she asked with a shocked look on her face. I nodded and began to sob again, and we sat down on the couch. I hugged Tina as I cried. To her credit, Tina let me release all the pent-up distress that was in me. After I regained my composure, I had to tell her the hell my life was now. "I'm in trouble...huge trouble," I began when she stopped me. "Come over to my place and have a drink," she said. "You look like you could use one." I got up and grabbed my bag, but Tina took it from me; she opened my bag, took my cell phone out, and set it on the coffee table. She then led me over to her place. Once inside, she closed and locked the door. "Now we talk in private. I think Kareem has your phone bugged or your room bugged. He has been by a few times when you've been out. Now Honey, tell me what is going on?" asked Tina. Tina listened while holding my hands as I told her Kareem's plans for me. "I can't do it...I can't give in to Kareem, and I can't last much longer out in the streets," I explained. "What can I do?" "May I offer another solution," she stated. "What?" I asked as I wiped the tears from my eyes. "I told my family friend about you, and he wants us to come work for him," she explained. "Really?" I replied. "But Kareem won't let me go. I'm also marked with this fucking laser mark on my ass. And the police have my fingerprints...they're corrupt too." I began to cry again, and she cuddled me in her arms. "Tattoos can be removed, and ownership can be changed. And I have a plan in mind to get us out of here," she replied. "We can create a new life for you. My friend has the formula to change you and then you to be my dream lover," she replied before kissing me on the lips. "I keep thinking how sexy you looked when your skin was darker than mine. I want to get you back to looking like that." "You'd do this for me? It means that much to you?" I asked. "It does, my dear," she replied. "I care deeply for you." We kissed softly and passionately. "So what would we be doing for your...friend?" I asked. "Pretty much what we do now, except he's a real gentleman and won't put you on the street. He has a club that caters to a very exclusive clientele. I've been thinking of leaving her for a while," she explained. I sat back and absorbed what she was saying. "Where's the club?" I asked. "On the other coast. Uncle Mo is powerful and is protected there, and therefore we'll be protected there. He is an old family friend who I would trust with my life...and with yours," she explained. I thought about it for a moment. "Uncle Mo?" I asked with a smile on my face. "His name is Maurice, but everyone knows him as Uncle Mo. He's a great guy," she replied with a smile. "You'll love him, and he'll treat you like family. So this job isn't too bad if you work for the right person." "When can we leave?" I instantly asked. I wanted to be away from Leon, and more importantly, Kareem as soon as possible. She looked at her watch and appeared to be doing some calculations. "Maybe Tomorrow...mid-day or the following day," she replied. "I need to do a few things and make some calls. Can you survive one or two more nights on the streets? I wrapped my arms around her. "To escape this place, yes! Let's do it," I replied excitedly. She then told me the plan. Chapter 23 We both suspected that Kareem was having me watched so that I couldn't take much with me. I didn't care as I had no real attachment to most of my stuff. It turns out Tina had been planning a way for me to escape Kareem for a while. Granted, the past week's events forced her to tweak the plan slightly. I packed a duffel bag of clothes, makeup, and a few small personal things. I guess one of the "nice things" about the sex trade is that you don't make roots as the rest of what I owed was just stuff. Tina would come in and take it when I was "at work." The rest of the day dragged. I dreaded working another night on the streets, but there was no choice. Tina promised me that everything would be ready to go the next day, and I believed her. I made it through another night working for Leon without any problems. It was a weekday, and the business was slow. Still, I serviced over a dozen guys, and Leon allowed me to go home early. After a long shower and a douche, I went to bed. I woke up mid-day to find a note under my door from Tina telling me what to do. I headed out of my apartment and made it appear I was running errands. I had my purse and few shopping bags. I stopped for a second and looked around my apartment before I hopefully left it forever. As I headed down the street to the rendezvous point, I wondered if I was being watched by someone working for Kareem. I felt a rush of fear run through my body, thinking what would happen to me if either Kareem or Leon caught me trying to escape. But I also felt excited as I would soon be free. Thankfully, it was a cool day weather-wise, and I could wear a coat, which hid the fact that I had my money belt underneath it. It was the money I had from my tips. I figured I had almost $5,000 from tips in my money belt and purse. If things went south today, it would give me some resources to fall back on and try a different way to escape. I entered the small neighborhood grocery store two blocks from my apartment and pretended to do some shopping. I used this story regularly so my going in it wouldn't look out of place. I picked up a basket and selected a few items to put in it. There were only a few people in the store, and I recognized them as people in my neighborhood. The shop owner was a guy named Nick, who Tina told me she had had sex with many times and he could be trusted to help. When he saw me nodded slightly and glanced over at the door that led to the back storeroom. Casually as I could, I worked my way to the back of the store. I didn't see anyone suspicious come into the store as I moved towards the store's back. I was then just inches from the door. I looked around one last time, then set my basket down before slipping into the storeroom. I moved quickly to the back exit and saw a white transport van in front of me. The back door immediately opened, and I saw Tina inside, motioning to me. I got in and closed the door. "Lie down and cover yourself," she ordered as she handed me a blanket. I did as she ordered. I thought my heart was going bust out of my chest as I pulled the blanket over my body. I knew from experience that it would take us 10-15 minutes to reach the interstate depending on the traffic. This was where we would be most vulnerable if Kareem knew what was happening. It was the longest 15 minutes of my life. I expected at any moment to have someone stop us. I couldn't even trust the local cops as I knew many were on the take. Each stop sent a wave of panic through my body even though I knew they were probably stoplights. Finally, I heard Tina tell me I could get up. I threw back the blanket and took a seat next to her. "Where did you get the van?" I asked as I looked around and saw we were on the interstate heading out of the city. "Nick lent it to me. We'll be dropping it off in an hour or so. After that, his nephew Tony will drive it back to the city," she replied. "Don't worry, and we can trust both of them." "What happens then?" I asked. "Uncle Mo has a driver waiting for us. His name is Dion, and he is one of Mo's many nephews. I've also known him most of my life. Dion will ensure that no one interferes with our escape." "How did he get here so quickly?" I asked. Tina glanced over and smiled at me. "He's been standing by the last few days. Uncle Mo really wants to add you to his stable," she replied. "And what happens if Kareem shows up?" I asked as I tried not to sound scared. "Too bad for him. Dion will cap his ass without blinking, and it will make your life less complicated," she replied with a wicked grin on her face. I nodded as her words sunk in. I almost wished Kareem would show up. "And what about my phone? When do we get rid of it?" I asked. I had already copied everything I needed off the phone, primarily photos. "It will be placed in the back of a truck or a bus heading in the opposite direction," she answered. "Any other questions, my dear?" "Yeah, what happens if someone tries to stop us between now and when we meet up with Dion?" She reached into the bag on the floor between us and pulled out a Glock. "I can only hope that Kareem or one of his thugs does show up, and yes, I know how to use it," she replied. "I admire your courage. So what do we do about Kareem? He's going to grab high school kids and turn them into whores," I groaned. "I spoke to Uncle Mo, and he isn't happy about it. Also, do you have the info for all the men he's been extorting money?" she asked. "Yes," I replied. It's on one of my flash drives in my bag." I kept files on all my clients. "Good. We can turn it over to Uncle Mo and let him take care of it too. "You've thought of everything. You should have been a cop," I joked. "Who says I wasn't?" she replied as she winked at me. "You're bullshitting me," I exclaimed. Tina shook her head. "I was on the force for a year and saw the corruption. I got disgusted and decided to become an escort. The money was much better, and I controlled my hours. I also was able to put money away," she replied. "Also, it's sort of the family business." "Do go on," I asked. "I need to hear more." "As you know, I have a long family history in the sex trade. My great- great-grandmother ran a brothel in New Orleans. While many in our family try to break away and try mainstream careers, we usually return to the family trade. Elaina, I'm not ashamed of who and what I am. I've wanted to leave the city for a while. Only my regular clients will miss me. I'm also looking forward to working for Uncle Mo. He has great connections." "And your belongings," I asked. "Like you, it's just stuff. I have what I want in the back of the van and the seat next to me. Not to mention what I have in investments. " I had to brush tears from my eyes. "One more thing, you will need a new name. Uncle Mo has connections, better and more legit than Kareem," she explained. "We'll have the tattoos changed on your back and the barcode removed. I kinda like the piercings." She reached over and ran her hand over my left breast and gently tugged on my nipple ring. "Okay...new name...no Elaina...and definitely no Ivy...so... what do you like?" I asked. "You want me to name you?" she asked with a grin on her face. "Why not?" "Okay, give a while to think on this..." I replied. Chapter 24 By the time we reached the planned stop, I was now Alyssa. The new name would be texted to Uncle Mo by Tina so he could create my newest identity. Tina also joked that it sounded like the name of a black girl raised in the suburbs. Tina had picked a large gas station just off the interstate for the rendezvous with Dion. There was a whole section for trucks, and there was also a bus station. Tina pulled up next to a large bus RV. "That's our ride. Now stay in the van until I tell you to get out," explained Tina. She got out of the van and was immediately greeted by a short, muscular black guy who appeared to be in his twenties. I assumed he was Dion. He had the look of someone you didn't want to piss off. They motioned me to get out and head right into the RV. "We're not in view of any security cameras here, but you can't be too safe," he said. Once inside, he introduced himself as Dion. "Pleased to meet you. I'll get your bags," Dion stated with a smile. At the same time, I saw Tina hand the keys to the van and a wad of cash to a man I assumed was Nick's nephew Tony. "You never saw us," stated Tina to him. Tony grinned back. "Never saw a thing," he replied as he got in the van and drove away. "Alyssa, Can I have your phone, please?" asked Dion. While Dion looked intimidating, I quickly learned he was very nice. I also learned he had a great sense of humor. He loved the idea of putting my phone on a bus. Before I gave it to him, I checked it one last time. There were many angry texts. First from Leon and then from Kareem. Both were demanding I answer and tell them where I am. It confirmed that they were watching me. As I stared at the texts, I felt fear run through my body. I held the phone up so Dion and Tina could see the texts. "Answer the pricks," suggested Dion with a big smile. "Type in your reply, tell him to fuck-off, and I'll hit send before I put it in the bus's luggage compartment. It will piss them off and is sure to make them take the bait. If Tina is right...and she usually is, they'll track the bug and think you're on the bus. The next stop isn't for five hours. By the time they realize they've been fucked with, we'll be long gone." "May I suggest adding a big 'Fuck You!'," stated Tina. "With a few middle finger emojis," added Dion. I began to smile as I did as they suggested. Kareem's reply was immediate and furious. He said I would pay for my disobedience. "Good, we want him angry. He won't be thinking as straight," stated Dion as he took my phone. Tina and I watched Dion walk away with it. He was laughing the whole time. Ten minutes later, we were heading in the opposite direction. The RV was fully stocked with food and drink to minimize stops and get out. Dion said Kareem probably had connections, and he might have put the word out to look for me, so I wasn't allowed to leave the bus. Tina and I were in the back as he drove away. "I'm going to head in a different direction to see if we have anyone following us," explained Dion. "Sounds like you've done something like this before," I commented. "Yeah, but those times were for money; this is to help friends," he replied. I sat down in one of the comfortable leather chairs and looked around at the luxurious interior of the RV. "This is nice," I exclaimed. "It belongs to a music group that Uncle Mo sponsors. So I get to use it for trips like this," replied Dion. "When do you think we'll be safe?" I asked. "It won't take long to tell if we're being followed. I also have a place to stop and change the plates...just in case someone saw us," Dion explained. I sat back and smiled at Tina. "Oh, Tina, Uncle Mo gave me a package to give you. It's on the bed," stated Dion. "If it's what I asked for, we won't have to worry about Alyssa being recognized," she replied as she hurried back to get the package. She came back with a big smile on her face. Then, sitting down next to me, she opened up the package. "Yes!" she exclaimed. "What is it?" I asked. "Your new life," she replied as she examined the contents of the box. Chapter 25 "So all I do is drink this, and my skin color will change?" I asked as I looked at the large container that held a red-colored liquid. "It won't change you immediately as it did in the old days, but yes, that's all you do is drink it. We should see changes in eight to twelve hours," replied Tina. "However, this won't just change your skin color, as your body will change too. The complete change takes two to three days." "What other changes?" I asked as I smelled the drink. It smelled a little like chai tea. "Your physical appearance will change slightly to match your new ethnicity. Your face and body will adjust. Also, your voice will change," she replied. "Who created this stuff?" I asked as I held up the bottle. "I'm not sure. I know that it's a mix of natural ingredients that would probably be considered witchcraft. My grandmother once told me that it was first used by an ancestor who a house slave on her master to get back at him and his family. She slipped it into their food. After they changed, she escaped and left them to start their new lives. Can you imagine how humiliated they would feel turning into what they considered just property? I laugh when I think of it. Now it's used in various ways, usually to help someone get a new identity...like you," she explained. Tina then took a photo of my face. She said she would use it to compare once the changes started. "And will the changes be permanent?" I asked. Tina shook her head. "If I gave you the full dose, it would be...but I'm giving you a reduced amount. The effects will last for a month or so. Then, if you like the new look, I will give you the second dose, and then it will be permanent. But for now, it will be the perfect disguise." I wasn't sure I wanted to change my race, but I couldn't argue with the need for being disguised. I didn't want to be caught by Kareem. "Okay," I replied. It took me ten minutes to drink it all. "It doesn't have much taste," I replied. "Good, that means it's the real stuff. When it used by slaves, they would slip it into their master's food without them ever knowing," she explained. "Well, I hope it works," I replied as I kissed her. "Me too, my dear Alyssa." Chapter 26 We didn't stop except to get gas. Tina and I cooked dinner, and then she took the wheel to relieve Dion. I wasn't allowed to drive as we couldn't risk it if we got pulled over as I didn't have a useable ID. After dinner, I went to bed. I felt exhausted after everything I had been through in the past week. When I woke up the following day, I immediately checked my appearance. I immediately saw the changes. I now looked as if I had a deep tan. My nipples were also much darker in color. I also noticed my hair felt different. I was still a blonde. But my hair was now slightly darker, more brown than blonde, and it felt thicker. Tina was so excited when she saw my changes. She immediately took a photo of my face. She pointed out that my nose was slightly wider, and my cheeks seemed fuller. "When we stop for gas next time, I want to shave your head," she stated. "Don't worry, my dear, I've done it before, and I have several wigs that will look great on you." "You want to shave my head?" I asked. "I do, and you'll love it, and I'll love it, Alyssa," she replied before kissing me. "I have been thinking about shaving your head for weeks." We stopped two hours later to allow Dion some time to rest. Tina then quickly went to work on me. First, she used a regular haircutting razor to take my hair down to stubble. It felt strange to see my long hair fall to the floor. "Now comes the fun part," she explained with glee. She gently covered my head in shaving cream. "Relax, and please don't move. I don't want to nick you," she instructed. I sat there as she took out a razor and slowly shaved my head. I have to admit that there was an erotic aspect to the experience. It also didn't take her very long to shave me clean. Afterward, she gently massaged the oil into my scalp. "The oil will slow regrowth...after a few applications, you'll be smooth for the rest of your life. I know an excellent wig shop that does custom wigs. You'll have a new look with each one...but when we're alone, you be like you are now." When she finished, she held up a mirror so that I could see my reflection. I was stunned by my new appearance. "You look so hot," she exclaimed as she caressed my shaven head. I ran my fingers on my hairless scalp. "It does feel nice...it also looks sexy," I admitted. "I knew you'd love it, my dear Alyssa!" She gave me a kiss which quickly turned passionate. "Get a hotel, you two," quipped Dion as he stepped inside the RV. Tiny and I both flipped him the bird, and he began to laugh heartily. Chapter 27 The changes to my body continued throughout the day. By midafternoon I no longer looked white. If someone saw me, they would think I bi- racial. Instead, my skin now looked naturally light brown. The alterations looked so natural as if I were born this way. By dinner time, my body was now a darker shade of brown all over, and I realized that I could now pass for being black. My body also felt slightly different. Tine measured me and found my breasts and ass were a bit larger. She then stopped and stared at me with a look of disbelief. "What?" I asked. "What's wrong?" She dragged me to the bathroom and pointed me at the mirror. Look at your eyes!" she exclaimed. I did as she ordered, and my jaw dropped. My eyes were now brown. "Well, that's one thing we don't have to try and explain," she stated. Tina also had fun watching me apply makeup that matched my new complexion and appearance. In addition, she was helpful with suggestions on colors. I had some reservations about taking on a new ethnicity, but I didn't have a choice; I needed a disguise, especially after getting a text from Uncle Mo. Just as Tina suspected, Leon had taken steps to punish me. Elaina/Ivy was framed for an armed assault on an undercover policeman, and there was a warrant for her arrest. Someone took a shot at a car that a vice cop was sitting in. No one was hurt, but it still counted as assault and maybe attempted murder. And, of course, several "reliable witnesses" said it was me. The cop was one of the two who arrested and later used me. I imagine the witnesses were whores who worked for Leon. The whole thing was probably done on orders of Kareem, as Leon didn't seem smart enough to do it. While it was true, the police had my fingerprints after my arrest for soliciting, and they were looking for a blonde, white woman. And I was now Alyssa, a shaven head black woman. I wondered if my fingerprints were the same. Tina and I compared photos of when I was white. We both felt that I looked dramatically different. Finally, Dion took a look and said that I was a new person. By the morning of the second day, my skin color stabilized out, and my body was now a rich mahogany color, very similar to how I looked after being dyed, but it looked far more natural. I had to admit that I was better looking now, and Tina and Dion agreed. "So tell me more about what we'll be doing for Uncle Mo," I asked. "He runs a very exclusive club, and we'll be hostesses. That means we pleasure the customers. The more they pay, the more pleasure we provide. We will also be available as escorts outside of the club," she explained. "We get paid a straight salary plus a percentage for our hostess and escort work." I nodded as I listened. "We also will get health and dental," added Tina. "That's good to hear. And what about a place to live?" "Uncle Mo says he has several houses that we can rent until we're ready to buy. I can't wait to share a home with you, my dear," she replied as she ran her hands over my breasts." "That feels so nice," I sighed. "It will feel even nicer when we share a life," she replied before taking me by the hand and leading me to the back bedroom. Chapter 28 "I love the way your clitty can get off without being touched," she commented while we cuddled together in the bed. "It's a side effect of the hormones Kareem gave me. He called it a sissygasm," I replied. "I hate the term...but love the sensation. It's so superior to what I had when I was a guy." "So, I know you wanted to be feminized, but how do you feel about being a whore?" she asked. I shrugged my shoulders. "I like the sex...a lot...and it makes me feel feminine," I replied. "I can't do much else right now anyway. Kareem fucked with my head so much. If I went for a mainstream job, I wouldn't do well. I can also make more money being a t-girl whore than anything else I can think of." "Don't sell yourself short; you're not stupid, Alyssa," she countered. "I know that...but I have trouble concentrating on anything too complicated. Kareem wanted me to be a bimbo, and he succeeded. In my last few days at my last job...I spent most of the time thinking about having sex with the men there. Maybe it will wear off in time, but in the meantime, I can bank a lot of money from sex, although I still don't get why guys like girls like me so much." "It's simple. You're forbidden fruit. You allow them to explore sexual acts they wouldn't normally do," she explained. "They can suck you off and not think of themselves as doing something gay." I laughed. "I've heard that from so many guys I've been with, sucking a cock is still sucking a cock...even one as small as mine," I replied. "So what about you? So I get that you didn't want to be a cop, but why a become a whore?" "I was talking to a woman who was an escort. Her car was broken into, and I was the responding officer. We started talking, and she said I had the body for the sex trade. When she told me how much I could make, I was sold on the idea of trying the family business. And like you, I love the sex and the flexibility." She then kissed me gently on the lips. "I'm so happy that you're mine now. I'm going to mold you into my dream girl...and then my wife," she sighed. "Your wife... I love the sound of that," I replied. "It's just the start...I have big plans for both of us. If we're smart, we can put enough money aside to start a new life." "And then?" I asked. "You have to wait for that," she replied. "Time for the third round." Chapter 29 We still had a few more days on the road, as this was due to Dion not taking the most direct route. He said someone like Kareem wasn't stupid, so we might also be cautious. I sat up next to him in the front as he drove. Tina was sleeping in the back from driving for the past 8 hours. Dion asked me my life story, and I told him. "I guess I was stupid to fall into Kareem's hands," I replied. "Not stupid, just vulnerable. Men like Kareem are predators, and they can spot any weakness," he replied. "Thanks...that makes me feel slightly better," I replied. "I mean, you just told me that he has done this to others. Now on the plus side, I can see what Tina sees in you. She's always been a good judge of people, and when she said that she needed help, I immediately came out here. You two are good for each other," he continued. I smiled back at him. "I appreciate hearing that. I love Tina and all she has done for me," I continued. We drove a while, and the conversation shifted to the club. Dion said that I wouldn't regret working for Uncle Mo. "So you don't mind that what I am?" I asked. He shrugged his shoulders. "It doesn't matter what I think," he replied. "We all find the right place for ourselves. I have known many girls like you, and it must be tough having conflicts like that between your mind and body." "Have you ever been with a girl like me?" He shook his head. "Nope," he replied. "Ever thought about it?" I asked with a smile. "Alyssa, you're beautiful, but you're not my type," he replied. "I'm not offended, just curious," I replied. "If you must know, it's not what in your panties, it's just the rest of you...well, you are too feminine for me...I like men...masculine men," he replied with a wink. We both began to laugh. "Well, that's a first for me," I replied. "So you do know a bit about conflicts." "Why do you think I became a bodyguard?" he answered with a laugh. "Being where I grew up meant you better be the being the biggest badass around if you were gay. Uncle Mo knows and doesn't care. If you do your job and have loyalty to him, he doesn't care what you are." "So he won't have any issues with my past?" "Not at all it'll make you a favorite of his; he loves girls like you. But, of course, he'll respect that you're with Tina, but if you two ever break up, he'll scoop you up in a heartbeat." "Thanks for the heads-up," I replied. "So changing topics, will Uncle Mo do anything against Kareem?" Dion nodded. "He'll try a diplomatic approach first and make an offer for you. Then, if Kareem is smart, he'll make the payment and move on. There may be some other forms of compensation for you leaving him. For example, the tattoo on your ass, did you agree to get it?" "I was drugged and unable to talk," I replied. "I was conscious when I got it, but there was nothing I could do to stop it." "Let Uncle Mo know that. Technically you are Kareem's property, and everyone in the business will honor it." "Tina said it could be removed," I replied. "Not that simple. It's not an easy mark to remove, and there will be a scar. Also, there are strict rules for removing a slave tattoo. But, if Uncle Mo can make the deal, then ownership will be shifted," he explained. "Then I can get rid of it?" I asked. "Uncle Mo will probably keep it. That way, no one tries to take you from him," explained Dion. "Don't sweat it; a lot of girls have them," he added. "In a way, it will be protection. Uncle Mo is respected and feared. Once the word gets out that you're his property, at least when working, you'll be safe. You can't apply the morality of the straight world to the one you are now a part of." I sat back in the chair and thought about what Dion had said. "Would Uncle Mo honor my relationship with Tina?" Dion nodded. "He'll still expect you to work for him. Does that bother you?" "Not at all. Tina and I have talked about it. She hopes to move up in Uncle Mo's organization, and I'm content to be a hostess and escort. I was submissive before Kareem got a hold of me...and he fucked with my head. He wanted a bimbo, and I became one, and in some ways, I love it." "You don't seem like a bimbo to me...submissive yes," he replied. "I have a tough time concentrating on anything complicated...my thoughts easily drift unless I start thinking about sex, and I think about sex a lot," I confessed with a giggle. "If I had come onto you earlier, would you have done what I wanted?" he asked. "Yes," I replied without hesitation. "Honest answer," he replied. "At least Kareem gave me a skill that will make me money," I replied with a shrug. "He turned me into an excellent escort/prostitute. I could have been turned into something far worse." Tina walked up and joined up. "I could help but overhear the conversation. Do you know what he injected you with?" she asked as she kissed me. I told them what I remembered Kareem had said. "So it doesn't affect your memory," noted Tina. "No, as that's a skill I need. As you know, repeat clients are better tippers, and if I can recall their likes and quirks, it meant bigger tips," I explained. "I just have trouble concentrating on anything complicated. I can do it for a short time, but then it just seems boring, and my thoughts drift...usually to sex." "I wonder if that part is reversible. I do love you, Alyssa, but I don't want you conflicted," she answered. "Another thing we need to tell Uncle Mo," added Dion. "You know, since I don't look like I used to at all. Can we stop and have a decent dinner?" No offense, but I'm getting cabin fever stuff in here."I asked. "It will be on me." Dion looked back at Tina. "I think we should be safe," he stated. "Okay, let me do some checking for the next big city we're near," agreed Tina. Chapter 30 After some heated discussions, we agreed on a Chinese restaurant with excellent reviews on multiple apps. "Tina, you sure are picky on where to eat," noted Dion. "I don't like to waste my time and money on bad food. However, I also don't fully trust apps," replied Tina. She then looked me over. "Okay, Alyssa, as this will be your first public appearance, we need to make sure you look presentable. I have the perfect wig for you," explained Tina. I ran my hand over my smooth head. I had almost forgotten my shaved head. She had just shaved it again and reapplied the oil. "Can't I go in like this? I sort of prefer it," I asked. Tina smiled back at me and then gave me a long deep kiss. "Oh babe, I love hearing that. Now let's get dressed!" replied Tina, who then kissed me on the top of my head. My outfit choices were limited, but Tina could pick out something mainstream enough to get by. She picked out a short denim skirt and an oversized t-shirt. She also had me wear my knee-high leather boots. Tina also helped me with my makeup. My new skin color meant I had to use different colors now. It was a whole new learning experience. Thankfully, makeup was something I quickly picked up on. The last thing was jewelry, and again Tina was very helpful. She gave me some large, hooped earrings for my lower earlobes and some gold studs for the other holes. I looked myself over and smiled. "Even if I put you in a gunnysack, you'd still look hot. So we just have to tone it down a bit, so we don't cause too much of a distraction," said Tina as she stood behind me. "I'm so happy that you're my girl." The food was delicious, and we had a great time. We did get a lot of looks; they must have thought Dion was one lucky guy. I also realized how much I stood out with my shaved head, but I liked how I looked too much to care. I noticed that the crowd in the restaurant was mixed in terms of ethnicity. I mentioned this to Tina, and she nodded. "I wanted to make sure that it would be a safe place to stop in. There are places where we might not be welcome. And I wouldn't want your first night out to be a bad one," she explained. "Is it that bad?" I asked as we ate. "Worse than you can imagine. I'm going to have a lot to teach you, Alyssa," replied Tina. "The good thing is the part of the city where Uncle Mo has his club you'll be safe, partly because of who will be working for and also because of your skin color," added Dion. "There are parts of the city that you should not go to unless you are being escorted." "Really?" I asked. He nodded. "The rich white people will think you're up to no good, and the cops will happily fuck with you just because they can," he continued. "I'll help you to avoid those places." "It isn't just white people; there are others who don't want you around," interjected Tina. "I didn't know it was still that bad, and I guess I'm pretty clueless," I replied. "You're going to get a real education now that you'll be seen as black, Alyssa," said Tina. "You can do it, and you already handled becoming a woman." "I'm anxious to learn," I replied. "I know you are, sweetie," stated Tina before she kissed me. Chapter 31 Later that night, Tina and I cuddled together in our bed. "You are so wonderful at oral sex," sighed Tina. "Do you do it a lot when you were...a guy?" "I only did it a few with a girl I was dating in college," I replied. "Was it a serious relationship?" asked Tina. I snuggled in closer. "Not really. We did have a lot of fun together, but she didn't want to get too serious; she said her parents didn't like her dating white boys," I explained. "No shit?" asked Tina with a laugh. "She liked that I was willing to give her oral," I continued. "I wonder what she would do if you showed up at her house now?" asked Tina. We both started laughing hysterically. "I can't wait until I buy a new strap-on cock to fuck you with," said Tina as she ran her fingers over my nipples. "I knew I should have packed it when we left." "Sorry about that," I replied as I felt my breathing get faster. "No problem. I hope Casey finds a use for it," she continued. Casey was an escort friend of hers who had taken over the apartment. I didn't care about my old place. But I imagine Kareem would move another girl in there...if he hadn't done it already. "Hey, how do you feel about the fact that I'll probably have to keep the tattoo on my ass," I asked. "And that Uncle Mo could become your new owner?" she asked. "Yeah, that too," I replied. "Uncle Mo is reasonable. While it's true he will want you for himself, he knows you're mine, and he'll respect that," explained Tina as his hand slipped down and began to rub against my ass-pussy. I began to squirm to her touch as her fingers began to slide inside me. I let out a squeal of delight from the sensation. "You were definitely meant to be a girl," she stated before kissing me again She then began to rub my clitty. "You are not getting rid of this cute little clitty!" she said firmly. I began to laugh. "Seriously, it's so damn cute," she continued. "Okay, but on one condition," I replied. "What is that?" she asked. "I want to stay like this...I want to take the rest of the formula," I admitted. Tina broke out in a huge smile and then kissed me. "You won't regret it, my love," she replied. Chapter 32 "Well, Uncle Mo has had the first conversation with Kareem," announced Tina as she looked at her phone. It hadn't gone well. Kareem accused Uncle Mo of poaching me and turned down the initial offer. "Don't worry too much about that. The first offer is never accepted. Uncle Mo knows this is part of the process," explained Dion. The following text stated that Kareem promises he'll take me off the street if I return immediately. "Bullshit," I replied. "He wants to hurt and make an example out of me!" "I agree. If you were to go back, Kareem would hurt you badly; he has to uphold his reputation," added Dion. "Uncle Mo hasn't told Kareem that you are no longer white. He also hasn't told him he knows of the kidnapping scheme," stated Tina. "What do you think he'd do to me if he saw me now and that I was forced to work for him again?" I asked. "The police charges would go away, but not until you spent some time in the county jail...where you would be sexually assaulted multiple times, all arraigned by Kareem. Then once you've released, Kareem will beat you, hurt you, scar you, so everyone will know that you were a bad girl, and then sell you to a local pimp," replied Dion in a matter-of- fact manner. "He wouldn't hide his action either as he would want to make an example out of you." "I'm never going back," I stated firmly. Tina slipped her arm around me and pulled me close. "Don't worry; Uncle Mo will keep you. While he deals in a lot of stuff that's less than legal...and very illegal stuff... men like Kareem disgust him. He will try to keep the issue regarding you a business arrangement, and if Kareem is smart, he'll accept the compensation. I imagine Uncle Mo will sweeten the pot and ask about buying some of the formula that changed you. Uncle Mo has a lot of t-girls who work for him, and if they turn out like you, it would be great for everyone." "Willingly take it?" I asked warily. Dion nodded. "Hell yeah, girls line up to work for him," he replied with a wink. "So tell me more about the clients at Uncle Mo's clubs," I asked. Dion described the men and women who were members of Uncle Mo's clubs. The only thing that they seemed to have in common is that they were all wealthy and had healthy and often exotic sexual tastes. They knew they could get whatever they wanted at the clubs as long as they were willing to pay for it. I would be paid a salary, which could be increased by what I was willing to do. I would also be allowed to accept tips and gifts. Dion then described that each girl who worked in the club had a complete profile accessible from one of the many computer screens in the club. It would also include what each girl would do. "So will my once being white be in the profile?" I asked. They both nodded. "It will make you very exotic and desirable...and therefore profitable for the club and you," explained Tina. "Uncle Mo's clubs had a reputation for providing the real thing. Many will want you just because you were once white and male." "So I can expect some humiliation?" I asked. "Only if they pay for it," replied Tina with a grin. Chapter 33 Tina carefully inspected my appearance as we closed in at the end of our journey. I was wearing a bright red colored dress that barely covered my well-rounded body. Tina described it as a deep V-neck halter backless slit club dress. I was also wearing a matching red pair of 4- inch open-toe pumps. "I bought this for you the first time you were black but never got around to giving it to you, my pet," she explained. "You look stunning in it. It really shows off your body. I love how your ass is so much bigger and rounder too." I had to agree as I looked very sexy in it. "Am I going to wear a wig, or should I appear as I am right now?" I asked as I ran my hand over my head. "As you are...show him the real you. Now, he will ask you to undress, and you should comply...undress slowly to show him your beautiful body," instructed Tina. "He may even ask you to show off your professional skills." "Really?" I asked. She nodded. "Why do you think I told you to prepare your pussy?" she asked with a wink. "Uncle Mo likes to get first shot at all new girls...especially t-girls like you. It's okay, Alyssa, you'll do fine, and I don't mind. When you were Ivy, you were an accomplished whore, and I know you're great from our lovemaking. I also know... and love who and what you are, so don't worry about anything you have to do in the name of work." She then kissed me before handing me a small bottle of perfume. "Thank you," I replied as I applied some to my neck, wrists, breasts, and my clitty. "While it's true that you already have the job, it is important to show Uncle Mo why you are worth all the problems with Kareem," she explained. "I won't let... us down," I replied. Chapter 34 Dion pulled the bus around the back of a five-story building and parked. Tina said goodbye to me and said she would see me later as we stepped out of the bus. I was immediately escorted inside by a hefty black man dressed in a tailored, expensive black suit. He didn't say a word to me as he led me to an elevator. On the ride up, I noticed he was carefully checking me out. I'll admit that it aroused me. When the door opened, he led me past several other men, all of whom checked me out. Finally, we stopped outside a closed door. The man knocked twice, and the door opened automatically. "He's waiting for you inside," stated my escort. He then ran his eyes over me and smiled. "You are quite beautiful...you like love working here," he continued. "Thank you," I replied as I stepped inside. I entered a lavishly furnished office. Once inside, the door closed and locked behind me. Sitting behind a large oak desk was a large black man wearing just a purple silk robe, who appeared to be in his forties or fifties as he had a touch of gray in his hair goatee. He stood up to greet me. He had to be over six and a half feet tall and was very fit... as the robe opened to show his muscular chest. I felt very intimidated by his size. "Alyssa. I have heard much about you from Tina and Dion," he stated in a deep baritone voice as he motioned for me to come forward with his right hand. "I'm excited to me you, Uncle Mo," I replied softly as I approached. Tina had told me that he liked everyone to call him that. "Please turn around slowly for me," he asked. I did as he ordered, and when I was facing him, I saw a pleased look on my face. "Now undress, my dear," he ordered. Again I complied. I wanted to show off my body to him and let him know I was worthy. I disrobed slowly and let my clothes fall to the floor. I then stepped out of my shoes and stood silently in front of Uncle Mo. "Very nice, turn around slowly again," he ordered after I was naked. I smiled and did what he ordered. "Please stand still, my pet." He then got up and walked over, and using his cellphone, and he scanned my tattoo. He then softly patted me on my ass before walking back to his chair and sitting down. "Please turn around, Alyssa," he ordered. When I was facing him again, he motioned to sit down in front of him. "I noticed you didn't get dressed," he said as he sat down. "I would have if you had told me," I countered with a smile on my face. He grinned at my reply. "Beautiful and subservient, an excellent combination for a t-girl," he replied. I just grinned back. I was happy I pleased him. "Looking at you when you came in, I would have never guessed you had been male. And after seeing you nude, I must add that I can't imagine you were white either," he stated. "Are you happy with the way you are?" I thought about my answer. "I love the way I look now. It also pleases Tina which makes me happy. I also don't mind being a whore...it's just that I wish...I wish I weren't...damn...I can't think of the word." I was frustrated by not being to express myself. "It's okay, Alyssa, I understand. Tina told me of the side effects of the formula used to feminize your body. Still, for your profession, you are smart enough," he replied. "I wouldn't worry your little head about it. I would think it's a fair tradeoff." I nodded. "Tina explained to me why she wanted to change your ethnicity, and while I would have preferred you as a blonde bimbo, I must admit that you will still be in demand. I also am delighted Tina and you are lovers. She has always been a favorite of mine." "Thank you," I replied. "So, you accept you are a whore," he stated. "It's what I am...and it's just a word," I answered. "I get paid to have sex with others, so it's as good a term as any." "Good girl," he replied as he motioned for me to come over to him. "I'm pleased you accept who and what you are. I will have you know I appreciate and protect all the girls that work for me. You provide a desired service, and there is nothing wrong with that." I smiled back as I strolled over to him. I admit I was excited about having sex with him as I wanted to show him that I had skills. He rotated his chair around, and then he had me get on my knees in front of him. "You know what to do, Alyssa," he said as he opened up his robe. His cock was huge, and it was only semi-erect! "Fast or slow?" I asked as I began to stroke his cock. "Take your time, girl...show off your talents," he replied. I leaned in and began to kiss and lick his cock, starting at the head. I moved down his hardening shaft and didn't neglect any part. I also paid attention to his massive balls. I then began to move back up, licking and kissing every bit of it. As I worked his cock, he placed one of his massive hands onto the top of my shaved head and gently caressed me. It felt very sexy. By this time, his cock was fully erect; it was over a foot in length and very thick. I was just barely able to get it all in my mouth as I sucked him. It was the biggest cock that I had ever sucked. I glanced up as I worked his cock and could see he was thoroughly enjoying my efforts. I confess that he was the first man I had been that I enjoyed having sex with within a long time. I have never figured out why, but many men liked to hear exaggerated slurping sounds when getting their cock sucked. I guess it was because it was something the girls did in porn movies. When I did it with Uncle Mo, I could tell it turned him on. I worked his cock a bit longer when he stopped me. "Time to test your pussy," he stated. He positioned me so that I was chest down on his desk. I'm glad I was prepared for him, but I still gasped as his massive cock entered me. However, he was surprisingly gentle as he slowly and deliberately entered me. He slowly pushed in, and I found myself moaning loudly. It felt good, and unlike some of my past lovers, I didn't have to fake it. I was delighted that I was able to take it all. He slowly began to fuck me and moved to match his rhythm. "Yeah, that's it.... But, damn...you have a fine pussy Alyssa," he exclaimed. "I love your big ass too!" "Ohh...fuck me...fuck me deep," I responded. "You love this...don't you...girl?" he asked loudly. "Hmmm...so good...I love it!" I cried out. With his hands on my hips, he began to fuck me harder. His massive cock slipped in and out, and I became more aroused with each stroke. "You love this, don't you!" he exclaimed. "Umm...yes...fuck me...fuck me faster," I begged. "You want me to make you cum?' he asked as he thrust his cock deep in me. "Yes...fuck me...Fuck ME...FUCK ME FASTER!" I shouted. "Please...please make me cum!" I wasn't acting as I had done with many of my past clients, this time, it felt fantastic, and I wanted more. "I will make you cum" he exclaimed. I could feel my clitty getting ready to cum. A sissygasm is hard to describe unless you have experienced one; it's so different than a male orgasm. I could feel it building until I lost all control as waves of pleasure swept through my body, and I cried out in ecstasy as I felt him shoot multiple loads of his seed into my pussy. As he did, I felt my body shudder from my sissygasm as I cried out in a complete sexual release. Chapter 35 He let me lie there on his desk as I slowly regained my strength. He was so gentle with me as he helped me up. After cleaning up, he had me take a seat on his office couch. He then opened a bottle of chilled champagne and filled two flutes. Uncle Mo put on his robe but insisted that I stay naked. I didn't mind being nude as I love showing off my body. However, I did apologize for making a mess on his desk from my sissygasm. He laughed and said, don't worry about it that the maid would clean it up. I thought he was joking, but a short time later, while we were drinking champagne, there was a knock on the door, and Uncle Mo pressed a remote. When the door entered, what looked like a French maid walked in. I immediately could tell that the maid was actually a very masculine man. He was dressed in the traditional black dress, petticoats, fish-net stockings, high heels, apron, and cap. Additionally, his face was heavily made up, and he wore a blond curly wig on his head. There was little effort to make any changes to feminize him physically. Even though he was wearing stockings, I could see that his legs were still very hairy. The man was white, in his twenties, and appeared to be a rather handsome man...if he wasn't dressed as a woman. I estimated he was six feet tall and weighed 180 pounds. So naturally, he looked totally ridiculous the way he was dressed. I also noticed he was wearing a large collar. It took me a few moments to realize it was a shock collar and that Uncle Mo held the remote for it. "Sir, what do you require me to do?" the maid asked meekly as he curtseyed in front of us. "Clean up the area around my desk Thomas," ordered Uncle Mo. "I want it spotless. You don't want me to punish you." "I will do as ordered, Sir," replied Thomas meekly. Thomas curtseyed again and then went to work. Judging by how his face turned red, he was very embarrassed by what was happening, especially when I was watching him. I was stunned to see that he was actually using his tongue to clean up the results of my sissygasm. I looked over at Uncle Mo, who smiled back. "Thomas is paying off a debt. What you are seeing is a much better- behaved version of the maid who started working here a few weeks ago. He initially required strict training...with severe punishments for disobedience," explained Uncle Mo as he held out the remote. "You see, Thomas came into my club last month as a guest and abused one of my lovely ladies who works here. Not only did he physically abuse her, but he also called her many demeaning names regarding her gender." I turned and glared at Thomas. After that, my sympathy for him evaporated. Thomas glanced up and saw my anger. He humbly returned to cleaning up Uncle Mo's desk. "He was drunk but not drunk enough to 'mistakenly' select a t-gurl. The directory is designed to make it very clear to the customers. To make a long story short, when he got her back into the room, he beat her up." I glared at Thomas as Uncle Mo spoke. "Takes a 'big' man to assault a woman," exclaimed Uncle Mo with an increase of anger in his voice. Thoman glanced up with sheer terror in his eyes as he expected to get shocked. However, Uncle Mo was content with just the threat and took another sip of his drink. "Thankfully, she was able to hit the panic button, and security arrived before he did serious damage to her," explained Uncle Mo. "Still, he broke her nose and split her lip." Uncle Mo stared intently at Thomas, who had his head lowered in shame. I could see Thomas's body tense up. "Now, it would have been messy to use civil authorities for all involved. Besides, I like to solve problems like this myself. So Thomas here was given several choices. The first was to go with a ride with a few of the young men you saw on your way in here for some robust physical activity. Naturally, this coward turned that down. Now they wouldn't have killed him, just roughed him up a lot and ruin those pretty boy looks," continued Uncle Mo. Uncle Mo paused and took another sip. "Anyway, the next choice was to pay the young woman a large monetary compensation which he agreed to so quickly. Unfortunately, he agreed before hearing the complete punishment. So Thomas must serve as a maid every weekend for the next three months. He has become quite skilled in cleaning up the sex rooms after realizing that resisting was futile. Just the threat of the collar is enough to make most grown men submit. After the second shocking, he broke. Now, I think he likes being a maid and may apply for a full-time job. Of course, he will have to undergo some changes if that happens," explained Uncle Mo. "You mean feminization?" I asked, "And if she looked good enough would you make her a whore?" Thomas lifted his head from his cleaning and momentarily looked at me. Again, I could see the panic in his eyes. For some reason, I felt pleasure seeing fear in Thomas's eyes. "I hadn't thought of that! But, of course, anything is possible," replied Uncle Mo, who laughed heartedly. "Who knows, SHE might like it. I might even use Thomas to test the formula that changed you." I looked over at Thomas and tried to imagine what the stuff that had changed me would do to him. A short time later, Uncle Mo dismissed Thomas. "Alyssa, this demonstration was to show that you will be safe here. I don't tolerate anyone who injures an employee. Thomas is lucky...five years ago he would have been dead." "I understand," I replied. "I wouldn't mind seeing you do that to Kareem." Uncle Mo shook his head. "I have to deal with him differently," he countered as he refilled my glass. "While he is a small fish...he is still part of a larger organization, and there are rules I must abide by." "So, did I pass the audition?" I asked. He broke out in a hearty laugh. "Alyssa, you aced it!" I hugged him and planted a significant kiss on his lips. "Thank you...I won't let you down," I squealed. I was genuinely delighted to be working for him. "You're welcome, my dear," he replied. "So what about Kareem? I understand he wants me back. I won't go back to him!" I replied defiantly. Uncle Mo reached out and gently ran his hand over my cheek. "I have no intention of sending you back to him. The man is a pig," he stated. "When I scanned your tattoo, I saw that he has put out a reward for your return, and he has raised the amount several times. You running away from him hurt his pride." "So what happens next? I know you have talked to him," I said. "Now, don't panic, but I have agreed to fly him out here, and we'll talk. I know you may think I could just ignore him, but we have our rules and code of conduct to obey in this line of work. It keeps things more civil. If I don't appear to listen to his demands, it could cause problems for my business. Tina told me that the tattoo and your transformation were involuntary. That by itself is not enough to ignore his demands. Even though I don't use it, sex slavery is common in this line of work." He took another sip of his champagne. "His other actions, however, are not acceptable. Some things can cause problems on a massive scale. Therefore, I will offer him a business settlement," he stated. "And if he says no?" I asked. "Then I will make things difficult for him. I have friends in the city where you came from too. They will come down on Kareem if they find out what he has done. Additionally, he has enemies in the city who would love to fuck him up if given the opportunity." I paused. "You mean that he has started his abduction plans?" I asked. Uncle Mo nodded. "Shit!" I cursed. "Relax, my dear. The meeting is for tomorrow. Now he had no idea what you currently look like now. I've seen photos of you before your transformation, and you look very different now, so I doubt he'll recognize you. So you will be serving us drinks during our meeting. Stay calm and just be a friendly waitress. I want you there to witness what is said and not react, trust me," he explained. "Can you do it?" I thought about it and then nodded. "Excellent. Well, my dear, I will let you know the details. Now, I will turn you over to Tina as I'm sure she is anxiously waiting for you." I gave Uncle Mo a long kiss before getting up and then getting dressed. Chapter 36 "When can I take this blindfold off?" I asked. "When I tell you to do so, missy," replied Tina as she gave me a playful swat on my ass. I let out a playful squeal. I had been blindfolded for nearly fifteen minutes. We only drove a short distance, and after parking in what I suspected was an underground parking lot, she walked me to an elevator. After going up several floors, she walked me out of the elevator and down the hall. Finally, I heard her open a door, and we walked inside. "Now, close your eyes," she ordered. "Or I'll spank you again." "I might like that," I replied with a laugh. "But I will do as you tell me." "You just might like having me putting you over my knee!" "Okay, my eyes are closed," I said. I felt her slip the blindfold off. "Open your eyes," she ordered. I did and was shocked by what I saw. I was standing in the living room of an apartment. There was a great view from the large picture windows in front of me. "Where are we?" I asked as I looked around the nicely furnished apartment. "Home," she replied as she cuddled me from behind. "Well, at least until we find something more permanent." I turned around and faced her, our arms wrapped around each other. "This is ours?" I asked. She nodded, and we kissed. "Uncle Mo owns the building, and everyone who lives here works for him...so we don't have to worry about disapproving neighbors," she replied. "Let me show you around." The apartment had a sizable modern kitchen and one bedroom. "We only need one anyway," she said as she patted the king-sized bed. I also noticed there was a large walk-in closet. So I opened the doors to see my small wardrobe was already in place. "We do need to go shopping," noted Tina. "I've already been given some great stores to check out." "I'd love that," I replied. An oversized bathroom with plenty of counter space for both of us took the place of the second bedroom. It also had a spacious walk-in shower and also an enormous bathtub. "Ohh, I love the tub," I exclaimed as I examined it. "It's also a Jacuzzi!" "Big enough for both of us," added Tina. "I can't wait," I sighed. "Maybe after dinner. How good of a cook are you?" she asked. "I'm okay," I lied. "Where's the microwave?" She gave me a playful smack on my ass. "Well, I love to cook so that you can assist me," explained Tina. I nodded. "Can I shower and change first?" I asked. "Sure, and as we prepare dinner, you can tell me everything that happened with Uncle Mo...I want to hear how he is as a lover and if he's as good as he claims," replied Tina with a wink. Chapter 37 An hour later, I came out of the bedroom dressed in an oversized t- shirt and a pair of yoga pants. "You look relaxed," stated Tina, who was preparing some chicken breasts. "That shower...is a religious experience. It has three heads," I sighed contently. "I bet the bathtub is even better...it has water jets with multiple settings..and it's big enough for two...maybe more." Several attachments in the shower allowed for cleaning on the inside too. It was nicer than a douche bag. "Can't wait to try it out with you," she replied as we hugged. "Now, can you make a salad?" "Sure," I replied as I opened the fridge. "How are you getting all this taken care of in such a short time?" "As I said, Uncle Mo has wanted me out here for a while. When your problems took off, I called him, making sure we had a place to live. He also had it furnished and set up. The kitchen was stocked when I brought our stuff in here," she replied. "We'll have to go to the store tomorrow, but we have enough to get by for now." "This is really nice...but I do have a question," I replied. "Shoot," she stated. "Why is Uncle Mo doing all this just for me? I mean, I saw some of the girls, and they're stunning." "He does want you, but he did it for me," answered Tina. "He's known me my whole life as he dated my mother." I looked at her and, yes, opened up wide. Tina nodded. "He could be my father. I have never asked him and really don't want to know, but I've always suspected it by how he has treated me. I'm probably the only woman in the club that he hasn't taken to bed," she explained. 'Wow," I replied. "Changing the subject, tell me what happened with Uncle Mo," she asked. "You really want to know?" I asked. Tina nodded. "Every detail, besides, I said he 'could be my father," she replied. Over dinner, I told her everything. Finally, we agreed that we would be totally honest with each other...no matter what. "Uncle Mo sounds like he has a good plan," stated Tina as she refilled our wine glasses. As we ate, we continued to talk about the upcoming meeting with Kareem. "Do you think that Kareem will recognize me?" I asked. "I doubt it," she replied as she looked at me. "Besides, he'll be occupied with the meeting, and you'll just be another whore to him. He's such a pig. He may look you over, but you look very different...not just the color of your skin." "What about the tattoo on my back?" "It's not that visible," she replied. "You can barely see it. But, unfortunately, the same can't be said for the code on your ass. It was laser burned in and is still easy to read." "I know. Uncle Mo read it and said that Kareem had issued a reward for my return." "How much did Kareem offer?" she asked. "Only 10 Grand! I think I'm worth much more," I replied with fake indignation. Tina stood up and took me by the hand. "Let's find out...we can clean up later," she said as she led me to the bedroom. "I got my new strap on, and I've been looking forward to fucking you." I playfully clapped my hands and licked my lips as we walked together into the bedroom. Chapter 38 "That was wonderful," I signed as I snuggled up to her in our new bed. "Yes, it was," replied Tina. "So, how was Uncle Mo?" "Both were wonderful," I replied. "He has a huge cock...bigger than what you just used, and he knows how to use it. I didn't even have to pretend that I was enjoying it." Tina began to laugh. "I know, and I wonder how many guys believe what we say when they're fucking us. Did you ever have a girl tell you that you were the best lover she ever had?" she asked. I shook my head. "Not when it came to fucking. I did have a girl tell me that I was the best after giving her oral. She said that I should have been a girl," I responded. "Do you know where she lives now?" We began to laugh. "Uncle Mo is going to move me up into management soon. I figure if we're smart with our money, we could get our own house in no time," she continued. "And then what?" I asked. "We can move down south. Uncle Mo has some legit business interests in New Orleans and Miami, and we could shift into that. The thing is to focus on the future. Too many girls throw away everything early and are left with nothing. I want us to be together for a long time. I will look out for you, and I want you to listen to me," said Tina. "I will," I replied as we kissed. "Just let me be free of Kareem." Chapter 39 I was dressed...if you could call it that...in a very skimpy outfit. It barely covered my body, and I guess that was the idea. The purple dress was made of a see-through material that made my nipples and clitty very visible. I was also wearing purple stockings and a matching garter gelt. Even my high heels were purple. In keeping with the color theme, even my wig was purple and had large curls that fell down around my face. Tina said that Uncle Mo loved the color as he was a huge fan of Prince. My job was to serve drinks during the meeting, which would occur in the same office that Uncle Mo had fucked me the day before. The rules for the meeting had been set and agreed upon so that both Uncle Mo and Kareem would be allowed to have two others with them but that no weapons would be allowed. I later learned that Uncle Mo had a metal detector built into the main entrance to his club. Uncle Mo told me just to smile and relax and that everything would work out. I was there to serve. He added that if my looks were a distraction for Kareem, all the better. Kareem came in with the two thugs that he had had with him in the hotel. That seems like a lifetime ago. After they sat down, I sauntered up with a silver tray that held flutes of champagne. All three took a glass. As they did, they ran their eyes over me. I was stunned as Kareem looked me over as if he had never seen me before. I then served Uncle Mo and his men. "I see we do have similar interests," noted Kareem. "She's a prime piece of ass for a sissy bitch." "We don't refer to them that way," explained Uncle Mo. "She's a valued employee." Kareem smirked. "I call mine what I want," countered Kareem. I stood off to the side as the back and forth continued. "Maybe that's why you lost one," refuted Uncle Mo. Kareem glared back. "Enough of the small talk. I demand that bitch back," growled Kareem. "She's mine, and I want her back." "And what will you do with her?" asked Uncle Mo as he leaned back in his plush chair. "Teach her a lesson...and then recoup my investment with what's left...there's a pimp who would buy her off me...and he won't care about a few scars," he replied. "I want her out there as a street whore as a warning for my other girls. Fuck with me, and you end up like Ivy." I began to tremble with fear and did my best to stay composed. "I am willing to buy her right now, and I will pay top dollar," stated Uncle Mo. Kareem shook his head. "No. I need my other sissy whores to see what happens if they disobey me," countered Kareem. I tried to stay calm, but I was worried about what would happen. I even debated hitting Kareem with the champagne bottle. Uncle Mo stood up and slowly stretched. "I'm sure you can just tell them that you took care of her, and they will believe you. I'm talking about major monetary compensation for you. In addition to purchasing the whore Ivy, I would like to get some doses of the formula you used to transform her. I know you don't make it, but if you put me in touch with your supplier, I will give you a commission for each new girl I create," explained Uncle Mo. "As a fellow businessman, you need to think about the bottom dollar and not some cheap revenge, don't you agree?" Kareem held out his glass, and I quickly refilled it. He never looked over at me. "Is that the best you can do?" Kareem asked before drinking. Uncle Mo shook up and then sat down on the edge of his desk in front of Kareem so that he towered over the bastard. "Here's my counteroffer. If you do not accept my generous proposal, I will have you exposed for your new business interest. And I doubt the cops you have on your payroll would protect you if they knew of your plans to abduct and transform local teens into sex slaves. And your bosses won't like the publicity either. Also, I doubt they know about your blackmailing scheme, and they won't like they you haven't given them a cut. So stick to being a pimp and blackmailer. You may be a big fish in your city, but I am a large shark who eats big fish like you. I'm sure you know that I'm not one to be fucked with." `Uncle Mo then flashed a large toothy smile at Kareem as a predator would prey. The silence in the room was deafening. Kareem's eyes opened up wide. It was the first time I had ever seen him show any fear, and I loved it. The smile changed into a glare as Uncle Mo stood up in front of Kareem. "I know of several men in your city who would eagerly scoop your business in a heartbeat. So you can put your hurt ego away and profit, or be crushed and lose everything," continued Uncle Mo. "You have to learn to separate business from personal issues. If you don't... you won't stay in business very long." I stared at Kareem and saw a ball of sweat run down the side of his face. "What's the amount?" asked Kareem. When Uncle Mo told him, I saw Kareem's eyes open wide. "And you sign custody of the girl over to me," added Uncle Mo. "I already have her barcode brought up on this tablet." Kareen rubbed his chin as he thought about the offer. "Why is this bitch so special to you?" asked Kareem. "After all, she is just another tranny piece of ass like that slut you have standing over there." I then saw that he was pointing over at me without looking. Uncle Mo appeared calm, but I could see that he had tensed up slightly. "I appreciate her beauty and her sexual talents," replied Uncle Mo. "Yeah, she's pretty talented, one of the best I have created. Have you used her yet?" asked Kareem? Uncle Mo nodded. "I test all my girls," Uncle Mo replied. "Oh, what the hell, she's not worth all the trouble. There's more where she came from," replied Kareem. "Where's the money...I prefer cash." Uncle Mo nodded, and one of the other men held out an open briefcase in front of Kareem. "You were prepared. Nice, doing business with you," exclaimed Kareem as he gaped at the cash. I thought he was about to start drooling. "Sign her over to me, and you are not to have any contact with her...ever. I also want the bounty on her canceled. If you...or anyone else comes near her, I will hold you...and only you responsible," stated Uncle Mo as he held out the tablet. "The payment is for Ivy and ten doses of the formula." "Anything else?" asked Kareem as he stared at the money. "What can you do about the fake charges against her?" asked Uncle Mo. "You heard about that too?" asked Kareem with a grin. Uncle Mo nodded. "I'll see what I can do...no promises on that one," replied Kareem. Uncle Mo passed Kareem the tablet. Kareem took it, logged in, and changed my ownership to Uncle Mo, who checked that everything was in order. He then nodded to the man with the briefcase, who handed it to Kareem. "One of my associates will discuss the details for the delivery of the formula with you," stated Uncle Mo as he returned to his seat. "Yeah, no problem," replied Kareem while counting the money without looking up. "Be aware...suppose you do not hold up your side of this arrangement regarding Ivy or the delivery of the formula and the police charges. In that case, I will not be as agreeable as I am right now," stated Uncle Mo without emotion. "I also recommend you give up on your plan to abduct teens...it's not worth the risk." Kareem looked up and was about to say something, but he just nodded when he saw Uncle Mo staring back at him intensely. I smiled, seeing the fear in Kareem's eyes. "My associates will escort you out of the club," continued Uncle Mo. Kareem closed the briefcase, got up, and headed to the door, followed by his two thugs and Uncle Mo's men. They were just about to the door when Kareem turned around. "You were right, and the money is better than holding a grudge. So you're welcome to that bitch, even though she wasn't half bad in bed," said Kareem with a laugh. Uncle Mo shook his head. "You're so wrong, she is exquisite, and I pity that you can't tell the difference," countered Uncle Mo. I had to fight back, blushing as I heard his words. Kareem and his men were escorted out of the room without another word. When the door closed, I turned and looked at Uncle Mo. He just smiled back. "Don't worry, I see this as an investment," he stated as he motioned me to come close. "Do you trust him on the formula?" I asked as I walked slowly towards him. In Uncle Mo's eyes, I could see that he wanted me bad...and that was turning me on. "He will keep his word...but I plan on cutting him out after I find out who the distributor is," replied Uncle Mo. "As for the rest, I suspect he will abduct the teens...he's too greedy to listen to good advice. The key to staying alive in this business is knowing what you can and can't do." I wasn't listening as I could see a large bulge in Uncle Mo's pants. So, without being told, I slipped down on my knees in front of him. I then unbuckled his trousers and unzipped his pants. "I have contacted an excellent plastic surgeon who will remove that barcode from your lovely ass so that there is as little scarring as possible," he stated. I looked up and smiled at him as I exposed his hardening cock. "Let me express my gratitude...for all you have done for me," I replied as I began to lick the head of his cock. I slowly licked his shaft down to his balls and then back up again. I was proud of the skills I had developed working for Kareem. I then began to slowly take the head of his cock between my lips. "Oh, yea... Alyssa, you truly are exquisite," he moaned as he leaned back in his chair. I soon his cock entirely in my mouth and slowly pumped it in and out. Then, finally, Uncle Mo placed his hands on my head and began to gently guide my head on and off his cock. I could hear his moans as I did my magic. If the boss calls you 'exquisite,' you can't let him down. Chapter 40 "He called you exquisite?" asked Tina. "Um...yes...don't stop...deeper," I begged as Tina pressed her strap-on double-ended dildo into my pussy. "He is a good judge of people. Oh, and that's it, my girl...I love to hear you beg," she moaned back. "Oh, I love fucking you." "Oh...Oh...Oh...don't stop," I moaned. "You are exquisite," she replied. It was the second time that night that we made love, and it was even better than the first time. I was so lucky that I had a lover. While I was relieved that Kareem was out of my life, I also wished to have let him know what I thought of him. I also think he got off lightly and that I knew he would go back to his plan of grabbing teens for sexual slavery. Two days later the meeting, I started working full-time in the main lounge of Uncle Mo's club. I kept the working name Ivy and had my tattoos improved. It was good to have a trademark, making my clients remember me. I quickly gained a reputation among the clientele that I was worth every dollar and then some. I was soon one of the top requested girls at the club and had a long list of regulars. My unique background hooked them, but my sexual abilities reeled them in, and soon I had a long list of regulars. I know it's not an ideal career, but it is what it is, and it pleases me that my sexual skills are appreciated. Yeah, I was a whore, but at least I was an upscale one. My old life was over, and the bridges burned. The good thing was that I had a great future with Tina. Six months after we got there, my wife Tina was promoted to assistant manager! So it is evident to everyone that she would soon be running a club independently, and I would be right there with her. While I have accepted that whatever Kareem used on me had changed my mind and body. I wasn't cut out for any job that required concentration. I was too easily distracted...unless it involved sex. The good news is that part of my transformation appears to be wearing off. I'm not to back the way I was before I was changed, but I can feel the fog lifting. Maybe someday, I will be able to move onto a non-sex worker job. But for now, I would be the best whore I could be. On the other hand, I have become an excellent housewife for Tina, and I don't mind the housework as it has some excellent fringe benefits...if you catch my drift. Even though we both have busy schedules, we always have a few nights to ourselves. Tina has even taught me to be a pretty good cook. Yes, I did say 'wife' as we married the week after my slave mark was removed and healed. Uncle Mo gave me away at the wedding which was held at the club. While the reception afterward was epic... the honeymoon was historic! Thomas volunteered to be a test subject for the formula and ended up a quite beautiful t-gurl slut. After that, Uncle Mo hired Tina to work in the club as a whore, and she couldn't be happier. Oh, I almost forgot, there's one last thing that I need to mention. It's a thing that brings me joy every time I think of it. As expected, Kareem ignored Uncle Mo's advice and began to abduct teens. Unfortunately for him, he was caught red-handed by the Feds, who an associate of Uncle Mo had tipped off. Kareem was quickly convicted and sentenced to a 40-year minimum sentence in federal prison. However, it's unlikely that Kareem makes it through his whole sentence. He angered his bosses, and they aren't the type of men who forgive and forget. In their eyes, Kareem committed two major sins. First, he stole from them in that he didn't give them a cut of his extortion money. And second, he brought unwanted attention to their activities with his teen sex slave plan. Dion told me that there's already a bounty on Kareem's head. I wish I could feel pity for him, but I can't; the man hurt me and so many others too much. It's time to look to the future. True, my life isn't what I planned it to be; at least I now have someone in my life who loves me and cares as deeply for me as I do her. The End