Chapter #5Hayley Martinez by: Unknown "You can't be serious!" I whispered in shock as I stared into the mirror horrified. The last time I had seen a mirror a 6'4'' 34 year old well built Caucasian male had looked back at me. Now a petite 5'1'' latino girl returned my horrified look. Long dark hair fell framed my caramel coloured face with its full pouty lips and high cheek bones, hung down to the very large pair of breasts that lie beneath the hospital gown I wore.
"I'm afraid so Miss Martinez" The doctor replied, towering over me.
"Stop calling me that!" I snapped back in a high pitched screech "My name is Steve Meadows!"
"It was Steve Meadows, but as I have explained many times over the last week, you are now legally Hayley Martinez" the doctor replied firmly "Your wife signed the consent form allowing us to transfer your uninjured brain into this body. A condition of the procedure was that you would legally become Miss Martinez. Steve meadows has been declared dead and you will return to the life of Hayley Martinez"
"I can't believe this" I whined gesticulating with my small feminine hands. Each finger was topped with half inch long acrylic french polished nail extensions "I need to talk to my wife!"
The doctor sighed, seemingly unperturbed by my anger."Miss Martinez, you do not have a wife, but if you are referring to Andrea Meadows, as I explained when you awoke, she has returned home to be with her family"
"My family!" I cried, tears forming in my eyes. "Jesus, I go in for a routine appendectomy and wake up in the body of some chick!"
"Look Mrs Martinez. The hospital has compensated your family very generously but all payments were dependent on complete non-disclosure agreement. I know it seems harsh, but we are just trying to do our best for you. You are alive and your family....sorry Mr Meadows family have been taken care of"
"Your best for me?" I gaped "You use me as a guinea pig for some new procedure, destroy my life and tell me I can never see my family again and expect me to just walk out of here and live her life?!"
The doctor just shrugged infuriatingly "I'm sorry you feel this way Mis Martinez. Unfortunately we do need this room and I'm afraid you have now medical insurance. Now you are on you feet, we would like you leave now. You will find you clothes in the cupboard under the bed. I will fetch a folder with some information on your new life."
Before I could respond, the doctor walked out and I was left staring into space. Shaking my head I turned to the cupboard. At least I could get out of this gown. I had nothing on underneath and felt completely naked. The first items I found were a tiny red thing and a lacy red bra. I frowned before taking off the gown and putting on the underwear. My long finger nails made putting on the bra very difficult. I thought the next item I pulled out was a t-shirt, until I unfolded it and released with horror it was a tiny white tube dress. I looked in the cupboard for other clothes but this was the last item. I stepped into the dress and pulled it on with some difficulty. The dress barley covered my huge tits and my the cheeks of my now full behind were almost poking out the bottom. The stretchy material was almost see-through and you could clearly make out the bright red bra and thong.
"Oh..my...gawd" I moaned as I spotted my shows, noticing my slight latino accent for the first time. They were a pair of clear plastic platform wedge sandals, with a two inch sole at the toe and a 6 inch wedge heel. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I slipped my petite feet into them and stood up, wobbling like a baby giraffe of the slutty stilt like stripper shoes. All that was left in the cupboard was a collection of around 12 cheep looking gold bangles, which I slipped on onto my arms, just to see what they looked like more than anything. There were two large hoops, about 8 inches in diameter, which I initially thought were more bangles until I saw the hooks and realised they were earrings. I turned to the mirror and fastened them into my ears, before standing back to get a full view.I was pretty, but even without make up, I looked like a complete slut. I shook my head at the image, feeling the earrings bounce heavily against my face. "What have they done to me?!" I whispered.
Turning back to the cupboard I pulled out the small plastic white purse and opened it to see exactly who I was now. Inside were a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, make up, some money, a cheap cell phone, tampons, a lot of condoms and some business cards. I fished one out and read it.
"Wanna Party? Call Hayley! Girlfriend Experience, Massage, Role Play, Fetish Play, Exotic Dancing and more...."
The doctor walked in as I finished reading.
"You put me in the body of a whore!" I yelled
"I think the preferred term is call girl" he replied blandly and handed me a folder "This has your address and some basic details about you life. A cab is waiting outside for you, paid for by the hospital. It will take you to your apartment.
"I stood up wobbling and shook a long nailed finger at the doctor, my bangles jangling furiously. "You can tell the cab to take me to my lawyers office, because I'm going to sue you and this hospital for all the money you have!"
The doctor looked around before leaning in quietly whispering "Just how do you expect to pay for this lawyer Miss Martinez? And what kind of lawyer is going to believe your story?"
"Well....I'll....I'll go to my wife, she'll help me prove who I am!" I stuttered.
"Do that and we'll withdraw our payments to your family. You think you can support them now? You're a cheap hooker with no education and no assets except for your tits and ass. You really want your family to see you like this? See what you have become?" he sneered.
"You bastard" I whispered, tears flowing down my face.
"This bastard saved your life" He huffed, straightening up opening the door "Now Miss Martinez, please leave the hospital. If your return again without a medical emergency, I will tell the police you are soliciting your self on hospital grounds. I believe your file already states that you have received similar warning for street walking in the past"
I stared angrily at him for a minute, before storming past. I say storm, it was more like an angry mince as I tripped in the slutty shoes. i wiped away tears as I got into the cab and was drove away to my new life...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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