Enrique and Manuel must’ve been waiting outside; because they burst into the room just as I started screaming. Both looked me with lust in their eyes; but only Manuel spoke, “You turned out pretty good, chica.”
It was a struggle to compose myself; but I somehow managed. “What the fuck is going on here? How the hell did I get turned into a chick?”
Both men just shrugged; it was clear they were as in the dark as I was. That didn’t stop Manuel from stepping towards me, “Let's see how well they did.”
I took a few steps back to create some distance; I’d been no match for them before, I certainly wasn’t a match for them now. “Stay the hell away from me!” my voice taking on a whiny tone, I said, “Someone please tell me what’s going on here.”
Enrique stood next to Manuel and nudged him, “She even sounds as scared as a bitch.”
I kept backing up until I bumped into something – a desk. I looked around for something to defend myself with and found a pair of scissors. Pointing the scissors towards the two men, I said, “Don’t come any closer; you assholes took my dick so don’t think I won’t take yours.”
The next few seconds were a blur; Miguel snatched the scissors from me while Enrique jabbed me with another syringe. I instantly felt drowsy and collapsed to the floor. I was fading into unconsciousness as the two men lifted me from the floor; Miguel wasn’t even subtle as he groped my chest.
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When I woke up again, I discovered that I’d been handcuffed to the bed. I've spanked it to Pornhub enough times to know what happens next. I can only hope it hasn't happened yet. I tried to free myself, but this body wasn’t exactly muscular. I struggled for a few minutes until I heard footsteps approaching in the hallway.
The door opened and Hector walked into the room. After closing the door, he pulled a seat up the bed and said, “I must say, Michael; you turned out better than I could have imagined.”
“Listen, Hector, I don't know what kind of plastic surgery you put me through; but, so help me, when I recover from this...”
Hector raised a hand to silence me, “You're as recovered as you're going to get, my friend. As for your misconception that you have been through plastic surgery, let me assure you, this is much more: you are just as much a woman as if you had been born one eighteen years ago.”
I stared at Hector in disbelief, “You’re joking; something like that isn’t possible.”
“The evidence before you would say otherwise. You’re as much of a woman as my dear Lucia.” Grinning ear to ear, Hector added. “I can assure you, my friend, you are just as capable of becoming pregnant as the girl whose puta meant more to you than my son's life. And I do mean just as capable: if you care to do some experimenting, you will find that you are now attracted to men.”
I felt a rage building inside me; a rage in never experience before. The mere mention by Hector that I was attracted to men conjured up images of naked men in my mind – the sensations I felt through my body confirmed that I was attracted to men now. “You sick bastard! I’ll make sure you pay for this!”
“I’d be careful, Michael; I’m the only one keeping Enrique and Miguel from having their way with you.” Looking at me, he continued, “You needn’t worry, though; this is only temporary. All you have to do to become a man again is keep Lucia safe for the next four years.”
The bedroom door opened at that moment; Lucia entered the room. She was about to say something when she saw me on the bed. “What the hell, papi? Why do you have this girl handcuffed to the bed?”
“I assure you that it’s not what it seems, my daughter.” Taking a breath. Hector continued, “I have avenged your brother’s death and arranged for your bodyguard to follow you unobtrusively. I must say, this is quite an improvement.”
It took a few seconds for the gravity of that statement to hit Lucia. Taking a few tentative steps toward me, she said, “Michael?”
Already mortified beyond belief, I said, “In the flesh, as it were.”
Lucia stood by my bedside as she stared at her father, “I wanted Michael to pay for what he did; but this is too much, Papi.” Taking a breath to calm herself, Lucia continued, “You’re putting him in an impossible situation; he has no idea how to be a girl.”
“On the contrary; Michael has the necessary knowledge to pass as a woman.” An evil grin on his face, Hector said, “He’s even fully capable of pleasing a man.”
Leaving my side, Lucia got in her father’s face and said, “There are two things you need to do right now; or else I’m going to do something I’ll regret.” Her voice seething with anger, Lucia continued, “You’re going to give me the keys to the cuffs; and then you’re going to leave this room.”
I honestly thought Hector was going to force Lucia’s hand; but he sighed and reached into his pocket. Handing her a set of keys, he said, “I’ll have some clothes brought up; I want the two of you downstairs for dinner in 45 minutes. There’s much to discuss about this arrangement of ours.”
I said nothing as Hector left the room; glaring at him as Lucia closed the door. I waited until Lucia was back at my side, unlocking my cuffs, before I spoke, “Thanks for speaking up for me.”
“Don’t thank me, Michael; I didn’t do it for you.” Throwing the cuffs off to the side, Lucia said, “I did it to protect another woman. Even you haven't done anything to deserve this treatment.”
“Thanks all the same; I just wish you’d come along earlier. Maybe you could have kept Miguel from fondling my...my breasts.” My breath shaky with fear, I said, “I can only imagine what he might have done when I was unconsciousness.”
Lucia sat on the edge of the bed; the look of concern on her face made me forget how much she hated me. “Is what my father said true? Are you attracted to men now?”
I said nothing; choosing to simply nod my head. “I’m not sure why; but I’m kind of curious to have sex with a guy. Is that weird?”
Lucia stifled a laugh, “Let’s take this one step at a time.”
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I stepped out of the in-suite bathroom with a disgusted look on my face. The outfit Hector had supplied was nothing more than a cocktail dress. It was tight in places where it shouldn’t be and even seemed to lift my chest a little. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Stomping over to Lucia, I said, “What the hell did I do to deserve this?”
Lucia stared at me for a moment, trying hard not to laugh, “Normally I’d say you killed my brother; but all this just seeks excessive. I think he’s doing this to embarrass you.”
“Losing my dick wasn’t embarrassing enough? Getting turned into a chick wasn’t embarrassing enough?” an exasperated groan escaped my lips as I said, “No; there must be something more to all this. Why couldn’t he have hired a female bodyguard?”
“I have no idea what Papi was thinking; but I hate this situation as much as you do. I'm a grown woman; I don't need a babysitter.”
“I doubt that very much, Lucia.” Reaching for the platform shoes that came with the outfit, I said, “Unless you’ve had your gender changed by some inexplicable means, I’m pretty sure I hate this more.”   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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