This choice: The file stack of Black women • Go Back...Chapter #3The file stack of Black women by: Mr. George   "Please... isn't there anything else?" You beg with surprising sincerity, as the doctor fans out the pictures in front of you.
"You know I don't think you ended up here, accidentally." The doctor says with a musing look on his face. "I suspect it's part of your relocation package."
You scowl, but the incomprehension must be clear on your face, as he sighs and continues to explain.
"You were a pimp, and you turned on the organisation."
You nod at the accuracy of the summary.
"So you've earned a new identity, a secrecy to preserve your life, anonymity guaranteed."
Again you nod, your comprehension.
Breath hisses through his teeth, as he leads you through his best guess.
"Nobody would look for a pimp in a woman's body, and the court could argue that your gender contributed to your actions, and some guarantee of not offending in the future is warranted."
"So, they're gonna make me into a bitch...!" you shriek in outrage.
"It's a more complete disguise." The doctor confesses with a shrug. Indifference clear in his body language.
Nonetheless, he still leans close, "But, it's also a good excuse to add the behaviour modifying nanites, to help you adjust."
As he talks, he does air quotes around 'help you adjust'.
"So they'll make me behave like a woman!?!" you say, your voice rising in volume again.
Clearly this is something the doctor finds a little unpalatable.
"You were a pimp..." he answers, despite seeming unsure.
"It's your chance to be more than... more than a bitch." he finishes uncomfortably. Clearly concerned with your language too.
- - - - -
You spread the pictures out, hoping to look like you're seriously considering them. You might have to!
Each one makes your cock twitch in response. Enjoying the women displaying their bodies. But you instantly soften as you imagine looking out from those eyes. Trying to sound serious, be taken seriously and not as just a piece of ass.
The first one, hell, all of them are blessed with asses that just won't quit! Hips that look made for child bearing. Your stomach gurgles, and knots at the idea. You can't help but picture their/your belly swelling with life... and those already too full titties filling with milk.
Shuddering you close your eyes, and banish those images.
Opening your eyes slowly again you take them in as real options.
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The first one, is fine..
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The second, makes you think she's a bimbo. That smile too wide, too vacant. She's too proud of her ass, like that all she's got going for her.
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The third, is blessed with fine, firm titties, full and a juicy ass that you want to pry those ass cheeks apart and ruin her. Your fingers tremble as you imagine yourself on the receiving end. That it's yourself being stuffed beyond what you can bear...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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