Jason Wells is confused not remembering anything about that fateful night. He woke as a shemale with huge tits, nice ass and very pretty face. He still had his manhood but would never father a child. Jason had been brainwashed, drugged and hypnotized into becoming a blonde bimbo. His sentence for dumping an old girlfriend was to become a bimbo like her and be the ex's sex slave forever. Jason turns into a prostitute and is rescued only to realize the importance of life.

 

Justice Over Revenge

by Rachael Free

  

Everything seemed so foggy as I woke laying in bed. I could see the light coming through the window as I reached up and scratched my head. I had to push away my hair from my face as I stretched out in the bed. My head ached from the alcohol I guess. At least I think I drank a lot last night. My eyes didn't want to open and felt weird, almost like I had sleep in my eyes. You know the feeling….crusty stuff in the corners of your eyes making it difficult to open them.

Lying back, I tried to remember what happened last night and how I got to bed. I truly couldn't remember anything nor remember what I even did yesterday. Well I guess it was time to at least try to get up. I pulled the covers back and was shocked at what I was wearing. I had on a long silky red gown with spaghetti straps. On top of that, I looked down and saw two beautiful mounds of flesh staring me in the face. I had tits and they were huge. I put my hands up to them and felt them. Yes they were tits all right, and they were real. I reached further down and pulled up the gown. I had on matching silk panties. My hand reached down to my crotch and all I felt was a small nub that was once my dick. My balls were gone too. My balls were gone and had a dick smaller than a one year olds. My head ached too bad to even try to think what had happened to me. Yesterday I was Jason Wells and now I had tits and was wearing a woman's silky gown. I curled up in the bed and began to cry. Where was I? What had happened? Who did this to me? My mind was a mess and all I could do was keep curled up hoping this was all a dream.

The door to the room opened and in walked two girls. I opened my eyes and recognized them. It was my ex girlfriend Stacey and her best friend Denise. "How's our little girl feeling today? We hope you had a good rest. It's about time we get your little ass up and ready for the rest of your life." The rest of your life? Our Little girl? What in the world had happened to me?

Stacey came over and helped me sit up. The new weight on my chest took a bit of balancing. She put her arm around me and helped me stand. Denise put on a pair of mule slippers on me, also in red. A silky robe matching the gown was put over my shoulders and I put my arms in as Stacey tied it with a little bow. "Come with us Heather, it's time to get you back into the real world." I blindly followed Denise as Stacey helped me walk into the living room. I was at Stacey's apartment. I recognized her place immediately. I walked slowly over to the kitchen and Stacey helped me sit. My ass felt like I had padding under me as I sat in the chair. I had to move the hair from my face so I could see what was going on. "Here, let me help you with that Heather. Just a ponytail for now honey until we can get you fixed you up." She pulled my hair back and secured it in a high ponytail with a bright pink scrunchie. At least I didn't have to keep moving the hair from my face. I sat looking at these two girls who had grins from ear to ear. I felt very weak and didn't have much fight in me at the moment.

"OK precious, here's the deal. You were a pompous, macho, arrogant, self centered, egotistical, womanizing, slimy bastard of a man. I think that summarizes your life to this point. From here on out, you will be our little plaything and maid for the two of us. Your life as Mr. Macho is over and your new life as Little Miss Heather has begun. Your whole reason for living will be to cater to our needs and give us pleasure. Before that though, we have to make sure our little girl experiences life from the other side. You're just going to love what we have planned for you Heather dear." I was listening but didn't say a word. I was trying to digest what Stacey was telling me and trying to figure out how to escape. I'll wait this out, get stronger and escape from this nightmare. "You see, when you dumped me for that blonde bimbo, I vowed I would get revenge. I grew closer to Denise as she helped me through my depression. If it wasn't for Denise, I would have probably killed myself. But you didn't care. You just kicked me out for another piece of ass." I did remember giving her the boot but I never knew she hurt so much. Denise was hot too and I wondered if I should have tried getting the three of us in the sack. The blonde was even hotter though and we fucked day and night, something Stacey seemed to hate.

Stacey pulled my head up and told me to look at her as she spoke. "As I said, Denise and I became great friends. In fact, we were so close that we now are lovers." I heard that, Stacey and Denise were now lovers. The were lesbians. Wow, that was cool. Maybe I could join them and fuck the two of them when I feel better. "You on the other hand missy, will never have the enjoyment of fucking a woman ever again and if you earn your keep, we may even complete your transition and allow you to fuck men with a real pussy." Denise broke out in laughter as I bowed my head in shame.

"Here, drink some juice, you need some nourishment. You've been out for awhile and need to eat and get your energy back." Out for awhile? How long had I been here? I tried to speak but my throat was horse. Not a deep horsey voice as before but a much higher pitched voice than what I had. "Oh listen to her Denise, she tried to talk. A bit more time and she will be chirping like a little girl." Stacey put a lemon poppy seed muffin in front of me and told me to eat. I ate the muffin and looked at Stacey in bewilderment. "I see our little girl is wondering what's going on Denise. Should we tell her or let her figure it out for herself?" Denise whispered into Stacey's ear and Stacey nodded. "I guess you're right, she needs to know everything right now." With that Stacey took the plate away and gave me another glass of juice with three pills. "Take these pills missy, your going to need them." I took the pills and put the glass on the table. "OK, where to begin. As you know I am a surgical nurse. When you dumped me I took time off from the hospital to get myself together. Denise was a saint and nursed my back to health, physically and mentally. She also took care of my personal needs and became a fabulous lover. Enough of that for now. Back to the story. Now pay attention to me. "Bimbo Time"!" I just stared ahead learning about my life and fate. I wanted to fight back but felt myself losing focus and not concentrating as much. Stacey's words were also blending together and I had trouble understanding everything she was saying. I felt so comfortable and loved the silky feeling of the clothes I was wearing.

"The doctors and nurses were so helpful during that time and visited me at home a lot. I became closer with one of the plastic surgeons too. He left the hospital and started his own clinic in the city. I kept contact with him and he offered me a job after I got back on my feet. I jumped at the opportunity and off to the city I went." I was getting bored from the details and just wanted our talk to end. "Dr. Damian was great and I became his assistant learning all the tricks of plastic surgery….breast implants, facial feminization, liposuction, cheek implants, and so on and so on. Dr. Damian also specialized in male to female reassignment surgery. It was so intriguing changing a man into a woman. They looked so good with their new bodies and really appreciated becoming women. That's when it came to me. I would get Dr. Damian to help me get the revenge I deserved and fix you forever." I sat there getting bored and fidgety as she continued her almost gleeful description of my transition.

"One night Dr. Damian and I went out for a drink and I asked him if he would do me a big favor. I spent the next two hours telling him how bad you treated me, how disgusting a person you were and what I wanted to do to you to get revenge. He consoled me and finally agreed to help me. He said it wasn't very legal but once the work was done, all the records would be destroyed. He would also do the work for free as long as it was only between the two of us. I told him about Denise and then it was between the three of us." Normally I would be trying to figure out how to sue these people but I just sat there listening without any protest. In fact I was feeling how silky my gown was and how sexy I felt wearing it with my tits almost falling out of the top.

"Getting you comply was easy. Denise was disguised with a wig and hit on you one night in your favorite bar. You leaving with a pretty girl was par for the course and you left with Denise that night. Denise slipped a little pill in your drink during the night making you listen and follow her instructions. You were brought to the clinic and Dr. Damian and I proceeded to perform the surgeries to feminize you. You had cheek implants, a small chin implant, your nose was worked on and now is very beautiful, thin and feminine. You also had an eyebrow lift to give you beautiful "Doe" eyes. Your adams apple was shaved and your vocal cords tightened to raise your voice. I can't wait until I hear your new voice. You should be so girly. Now for the best parts. We gave you 42 DD's. I love big boobs and we thought you would look great. Of course you have to take your pills so your nipples will get bigger to match your boobs. Your rib cage was pretty small so we didn't have to remove any ribs. Some liposuction to remove fat from your waist and give you curves, some fat injection into your hips and ass to give you a nice booty and of course, your balls removed. By the way, you will never have to worry about your dick getting hard again. The doctor had a new technique to eliminate erections and you now have a cute little clitty. All in all it took about five hours of surgery to make you pretty." Again, I just sat there looking blindly ahead stroking the silky fabric.

"That was all two months ago. Dr. Damian kept you in a drug induced sleep. Denise and I tended to you, fed you intervenously, emptied your catheter frequently and groomed your body. Your hair has new extensions, your body is smooth, your eyebrows arched so thin and feminine, your bush, let's just say it's Brazilian, and your fingers and toes match colors perfectly. We're so proud of how well you turned out." I looked at my fingers and toes and they were a coral frosted pink color and my nails were at least a half an inch long and perfectly manicured. They looked so elegant, so feminine.

"We've also pumped you full of female hormones and now that your balls are gone, we're already seeing some great results. Oh by the way, you probably wonder why you are so passive and not fighting us. Well, you have been listening to tape after tape of female conditioning that calms you, makes you act and think like a girl and also reduces your IQ. Yep, you're now a blonde haired, curvy, sexy bimbo, just like the girl you left me for a year ago." I sat there listening but there were too many words and I had trouble concentrating on everything Stacey was saying. I noticed my legs had been crossed like a girl and I was playing with my hair, twirling and twisting it as I listened to Stacey.

"When your strength is back you are going on a journey, a deep dark journey and when you return, you will be our lover, our slave lover. We will expect you to clean the house, fix us our meals, be our personal attendant, and basically be our servant. You will never question what we tell you and will rely on us totally to support you for the rest of your life. In time we will finish the job and perform the last surgery. You will have a pussy just like us. Isn't that exciting? Of course you have to pay for it yourself. But all in due time." I wanted to cry and a few tears were falling from my eyes. "Jason's Back!" Just then I looked around and saw myself sitting like a girl on the chair and Stacey and Denise smiling at me. I uncrossed my legs and sat with my legs open like any guy would do. "What have you done to me? I'm going to kill both of you." Normally I would have been swearing up a storm and yelling as Jason but couldn't even say a swear word now. Stacey stood up and said, "Go ahead Heather, try and even raise a finger to me. You've been conditioned to obey every word we say even when Jason returns. You can't even swear anymore. It is so un ladylike." I felt totally defeated. I looked at Stacey and Denise and said, "How could you give me tits? I'm a guy and I have tits." Stacey laughed and said, "Well Heather dear, you should really look at the rest of your body. You don't look like any male I know. In fact, you're a hottie if I do say so myself. Here take a look." She handed me a mirror and I looked at a smooth skinned face of a girl with high cheek bones, a perky nose, nice slim chin, pouty lips and fully made up in makeup. That's why my eyes felt so weird when I woke up. My eyelashes were covered with thick black mascara. If I were a girl, I would be pretty, but I was a guy. I looked back at Stacey and she said, "You should see your body baby, you really have a beautiful figure to go along with your pretty face. You need to check it out. I want to check it out too." I knew I felt different but didn't put everything together. I said, "I want to know when you're going to change me back, and I want to know right now." I couldn't believe how my voice sounded. It was like a little girls voice. I couldn't even be taken serious trying to get mad with a little girls voice.

"You see Jason, you shouldn't have dumped me for that blonde bimbo. She did have one redeeming quality though, as a model for the new you." Both girls began laughing uncontrollably as I just sat there in the chair. I was mad as hell but didn't have the fortitude to even fight back. Why? Why couldn't I even react to the horror that was happening to me?

Stacey turned to Denise and said, "Denise, I'm getting tired of this. How about we have some fun with her as a girl? Jason's a bore and I like Heather more. Heather's a Bimbo!"

I immediately felt calmer as I crossed my legs at the knee, kicking my foot out and playing with my furry slippers. I smoothed out my gown and retied my robe. "Come with me Heather and we'll get you ready for today. I stood up, straightened my gown making sure my boobs were in place and covered and took Stacy's hand as she led me to the bedroom. Stacey helped me take my robe, gown and panties off as I stood there posing in the mirror. She had me sit while she removed my makeup. "Now hop in the shower Heather and make sure to clean everything, even your little clitty." I giggled and stepped into the shower. "Make sure you shampoo and condition your hair and use the loofa and scented soap when you wash your body." I replied, "Yes Stacey, anything you say." I washed myself and even spent extra time washing my tits and playing with my nipples. I felt electric shocks run down my spine as I tweaked them and rolled each nipple between my fingers. "Stop playing with your tits Heather," Stacey said as I dropped my hands and finished washing.

I came out of the shower as Stacey wrapped a big soft towel around me. She tucked in the towel around my breasts and wrapped my hair in another towel in a turban. Stacey then dried me and showed me how to put on moisturizing lotion on my legs, stomach, arms, tits, and ass. "You had a lot of laser treatments Heather and won't ever have to shave your face, legs or underarms. Isn't that great?" "I guess so" I replied. She put some lotion on my back and told me to put my robe back on. I wrapped the robe around me covering my tits and tied it. She had me sit at her vanity facing her as she began working on my face. She described everything she was doing from moisturizing cream to foundation, to cover, to eye shadow, to eyeliner, to mascara, to blush, to lip liner and finally lipstick. It must have taken an hour. I was very fidgety too and Stacey had to tell me to sit still more than a few times. She then gave me an earring and showed me how to put it in my new pierced ears. I had three holes in each ear and put a diamond in one, a short earring in the next hole and then long, dangly earrings in the bottom holes. I looked in the mirror and a beautiful, cute woman was staring back at me. I turned my head to get a better reflection. How feminine I looked.

Stacey then worked on my hair for another hour at least. It was rolled and then fluffed out. I looked like Farrah Fawcett when she was finished. There was hair everywhere and flowing down my back. She sprayed some perfume behind my ears and on my neck down into my cleavage. I smelled so sweet and felt very soft and feminine. Stacey had me stand and take off my robe as she wrapped her lips around one of my nipples. She sucked on it and flicked it with her tongue. It felt incredible as I let out a moan. My eyes were closed as I responded to her suckling. She then stopped immediately and smiled saying I can't have any fun as a girl just yet. I need to earn my fun.

Stacey helped me put on a pink push up bra giving me a mass of cleavage. Next came pink panties and I looked in the mirror at my new curves. The panties fit perfect with my 44DD-25-36 body. I was top heavy for sure. Sarah gave me a pink, scoop front tee shirt with the word "Busty" on the front. I put it on and my tits almost burst out of the top. Next came some shear pantyhose. Stacey helped me put them on to avoid putting a run in them. She then gave me a short black leather skirt. I put on the skirt and felt the tightness around my ass and legs. "Now sit and wait until I'm finished. Put these heels on while you wait." The 4" black heels fit like a glove and I played with them, crossing my legs and pointing my toes in the air. I played with the makeup, tweezers, eye thingy, brushes and other things but was getting bored. She then told me to go into the kitchen and wait for her. I stood immediately and minced my way down the hallway. I stopped at the full length mirror and posed. I felt like a model and posed as sexy as I could. Denise was watching and said, "Ok now Heather, come in the kitchen. You'll have plenty of time for that later." I blew a kiss to myself in the mirror and almost skipped into the kitchen.

Denise still hadn't changed from her bedclothes and she was wearing a flimsy babydoll. I sat on the chair smoothing out my skirt before I sat. I crossed my legs and put my hands in my lap. "My Heather, aren't you a looker", Denise said as I blushed. "Come over here for a minute. Stand in front of me so I can get the entire effect." I stood up, straightened my skirt and walked over in front of her. "Now I want to get on your knees Heather." I immediately followed her command and found myself staring at her pussy. She didn't have any panties on and I was looking right at her bush. "OK dear, I want you to lick my pussy and suck on me until I come." As a guy I hated sucking on a girl's pussy. With the types of girls I dated, I didn't want to suck any other guys cum. At this moment though, I didn't see anything wrong with it and eagerly began to eat her out, licking her pussy lips, inserting my tongue in her slit, sucking on her clit and playing with it with my tongue. I could see my lipstick too as I pulled back ready to take the next dive into her love nest. She pulled my head back to her pussy and I continued eating her out.

Stacey came into the room and came up behind Denise giving her a hug. "Isn't this the sweetest thing you've ever seen? Our little Heather really seems to enjoy a hot pussy. I can't wait for her to please me." Heather kissed Denise passionately and rubbed her tits. I was still munching out and heard everything. I felt Denise squeeze my head between her legs and tighten up. She had spasms and screamed out. I still played with her clit while she bucked back and forth pushing my face into her snatch. She finally came down and pulled my head away. "Go clean yourself up Heather. Your face is a mess. And make sure you put some new lipstick on. I just love your new lips with shiny lipstick." I stood up and minced my way down to the bathroom. My face had lipstick all over it and I washed off the mess. I did my best to do the same thing with my makeup as Stacey had shown me. When I was done I thought it looked pretty good and went back to the kitchen. Denise let out a loud laugh and Stacey turned to see what was going on. I stood there with my hand on my hip, twirling my hair around my fingers just fidgeting. "Well look at our little Heather. She tried to put on her makeup. Isn't she just darling?" They both laughed some more and told me to sit. I sat quietly with my legs crossed like alittle lady as Denise and Stacey talked about some money things, men, other girlfriends, a job, the "Boss", and so on. I had trouble following their conversation and fooled more with my hair.

"OK little one, it's time to talk to Jason." "Jason's Back" All of a sudden I found myself sitting at the table wearing a ridiculous outfit. I was confused and embarrassed at how I was dressed. I could smell the perfume on me, could feel my makeup, and quickly uncrossed my legs. I asked, "How long are you going to put me through this hell, Stacey? I'm sorry for what I did to you. Can you ever forgive me?" Stacey looked at me and just laughed. "I don't know if I can take this anymore. I can't control myself anymore. Please let me be Jason again." Denise then chimed in, "Jason! You can never be Jason again. You're our little pet, Heather. You just have to get used to it from now on." I began to tear up as I knew my old life was gone and I was now a servant, no a prisoner to Denise and Stacey. I sat there humiliated and defeated. The strange thing though that when I was Heather, I could remember everything I did but had absolutely no control over acting so feminine. I asked Stacey, "How come I can't stay as Jason. I seem to zone out at times and yet I remember acting like a girl and following your orders without fighting back?" Stacey grinned and said, "It's the drugs and the hypnosis baby. You were exposed to some mind altering drugs to remove your inhibitions and made to listen to feminization tapes as you were in your sleep state while you healed. The tapes and conditioning are quite permanent and once you accept Heather, everything will come together. You will no longer have any need, any urge or any desire to be nothing more than our pet Heather. Won't that be fun?" I understood every word this time but still couldn't bring myself to fight back. My destiny was being sealed and I would become their toy. I could even taste Denise's juices on my lips and in my mouth. I did remember eating her out but couldn't stop myself.

Denise got up, walked over to Stacey and locked in a passionate kiss. Denise then left the room and Stacey told me to follow her. We went into her bathroom and she fixed my makeup. "You know, you have to practice more. Right now you look like some sort of doll, way too much makeup and now applied very neatly. I'm not going to make you up every day. Now watch closely as I fix your face." She fixed the mess and sprayed me again with perfume. She told me to sit in the living room and wait for her. I didn't seem to have a problem walking in my heels as Heather but as Jason, I nearly fell over a few times as I made my way to the living room. I found I had to take very short steps and pout one foot in front of the other. No more big, wide strides for now. As I passed the mirror I glanced back and saw a very pretty girl. Yes, it was me. Making my way to the chair I smoothed my skirt and sat crossing my legs as a girl does. But I was Jason now, why did I just do that. It felt right and was comfortable sitting that way. I just took in my surroundings, noticed how my chest seemed to bulge out of my tiny tee, and how shiny my legs looked. I had calmed down and wondered what was next.

Stacey joined me and threw me a purse which I dropped of course. I didn't seem to have the coordination to catch anything. I bent over and picked up the purse. Inside was all the makeup I would need, some tissues, a tube of lipstick, some perfume and some tampons. Why would I need tampons? I closed the purse and Stacey grabbed my hand saying we were going on a little trip. I had trouble keeping up with her as she hurried to the car. I must have been quite a sight.

She opened the passenger door for me and as I sat, I swung my legs in like I had done it hundreds of times before. Stacey noticed and got in the drivers side. "I see your wondering why you're acting like a girl. You see Heather dear, you are a girl. Jason is just a shell of a person we have to eliminate. I sat quietly with my hands on my lap as she pulled away.

We drove for over an hour. I could tell the truck drivers were getting off on looking at me and some of them blew their horns to get my attention. I just looked straight ahead not wanting to even be noticed. Stacey pulled off the road and into a parking lot. The sign outside said "Velvet Fingers" and the building was painted an ugly purple. Stacey got out and opened the door for me. I slid out as she helped me to my feet. Walking on cement and rug were tough but on gravel, let's say I didn't look like a lady. It was some sight to say the least. We walked into the building and were greeted by tow girls dressed in real sexy outfits. In the corner was a large, fat man perched back on his bar stool and sipping a drink. There were few lights and the walls matched the outside in various shades of purple and pink. The furniture looked ratty too. I stood there not wanting to draw attention. The fat guy came up and kissed Stacey on the cheek. He looked at me and said, "Now you must be Heather. We've heard all about you. Welcome to "Velvet Fingers". I'm sure your going to love it here." Love it here. What was going on? What did Stacey plan for me?

The girls chatted as the fat slob took my hand and sat me down on a couch. He sat right next to me as close as he could. The girls then joined us in the lunge area. Champagne was brought out but I was given a "Shirley Temple". It was embarrassing to say the least. I could feel the fat slob's hands around my neck, stroking my hair. He then did something I never expected. He grabbed my by the back of my head and pulled me to his face. He started kissing me. All I could taste was liquor, cigarettes and a foul taste in my mouth. He pushed his tongue in almost gagging me. I couldn't do much to stop him in my weakened state. He worked my mouth over pretty good as he groped my tits. He broke off the kiss and yelled out, "Now that is some fine pussy, or at least it will be." The girls all laughed as I sat there with my lipstick in a mess tasting the remnants of his sloppy kiss on my face and mouth. I opened my purse and took some tissue to wipe off the slobber. Stacey said, "Hey girls, show her the bathroom. She needs to clean herself up, again." I was shown where the "ladies" room was. It was as much of a pig sty as the rest of the place. I quickly washed off the goo and slobber, put some more foundation, powder and cover up on and redid my lipstick. One of the girls was in the bathroom just watching me the entire time with a sly smile on her face. This time, applying makeup seemed easier and I was very efficient at fixing myself up. I finished and was shown back to the couch.

Sitting on a low couch was difficult and I fell into it instead of sitting like a lady. The girls giggled out load as I was handed my kiddy cocktail. I could hear the slob and Stacey talking about some things while the girls giggled and chatted. I tried to ignore what was going on but how could I. I was in a brothel and I knew it. I hadn't lost my mind completely. I used to frequent these types of places as Jason and used and abused the girls. Stacey and the slob turned to me and Stacey said, "OK Heather, here's the deal. Until you're transition is complete, you have to earn some money for the final procedures. Harry here has gracefully accepted you as one of his staff. Isn't that just tremendous?" I heard it but couldn't believe it. "Harry has a free room you can use too. It's only $1600 per month rent but I'm sure someone as pretty as you will have no problem paying that off and saving the rest for your procedures. Isn't that nice of him?" I looked at Stacey and then at the slob who I now know as Harry. I just stared at him without any acknowledgment. Harry the said, "Welcome little lady. The girls here will get you all set up. Now go get pretty and be back here in 1 hour."

I was taken by the hand and led down a dark hallway to a door. As it pushed back I saw a bed in the middle and a closet with all sorts of furry, silky things. The room was dimly lit and the sheet looked yellow. There was also a lingering scent of sex in the room. I know full well what that smelled like from my olden days. Queenie showed me all the clothes while Fifi helped me off with my skirt, top and shoes. Off came my pantyhose as I stood there embarrassed in only my bra and panties. Fifi then undid my bra and let my titties out of their confinement. Fifi gasped when she saw how perky and full they were, plump and inviting for any taker. The panties were next as they pointed and laughed at my little clitty. If you didn't know any better it looked like a large woman's clit, not a guys dick. I stood there for the next hour as they dressed me in all sorts of frilly things, played with my tits and ass, pulled me down and eat them out and finally selecting an outfit that would show off my new assets. I now looked like a cheap hooker dressed in balcony bra and a short babydoll with fake fur. Fifi slid up some thigh high stockings that stayed up with some kind of rubber edging. Nest came the 6" platform heels. I looked in the mirror and I was quite a sight. Cheap perfume was sprayed all over me and I was led back to the lounge. Stacey let out a loud laugh as I walked in the room. She was pretty tipsy from the champagne, champagne I would have to pay off also.

I sat next to Harry as he stroked my hair again and told me how pretty I looked. I was afraid he was going to assault my mouth again but he stood up, as did Stacey and shook her hand. "Now take care of our little Heather girls. She is so, so precious. Teach her real good too, OK?" With that she turned on her heel and walked out the door. Harry went and sat back in his oversized bar stool watching the basketball game. I used to watch sports too but realized I may never enjoy manly things again. The girls around me chatted, touched me, played with my titties, had me bring them off with my fingers and even kiss them. Kissing them wasn't too bad really. I always did like kissing a woman. Their lips were so soft, so plump and so sweet. The time seemed to fly by as some men began coming into the bar. The girls got up and introduced themselves and escorted one-by-one down the hall. Only Jasmine and I were left. I was now getting scared because I really wasn't a woman and if any man found out, I would be in trouble. I told this to Jasmine and she told me to be calm. Everyone knew about me and I would be saved for men who liked girly men and shemales. Yes I was definitely on of those now.

The evening went on as the girls came back with their dates and took others into the back rooms. Most dates were only an hour and they returned all sweaty and red faced. Fifi came over and asked me to follow her. I stood up and was led to the bar. Standing there was a 30 something gentleman in nice clothes. His back was to me until I approached him. When he turned around I let out a gasp. Here was one of my best friends, Jeff, from college. He was in town for a convention. Of course he didn't know anything about me but that I was everything he ordered. All sorts of things flew through my mind. I never knew he was gay or even frequented these types of places. It was only six months earlier that we both met in town and chased women. Now here I was standing there in front of him, made up like a true slut and was his date for the evening. He paid, in advance, enough for five hours. Five hours, can you imagine that?

He took my hand as Fifi led us to my new room. We walked in and he was all over me. He pulled me close and began kissing me, probing my mouth with his tongue and nuzzling in on my neck giving me a hickey. I could only comply with his actions and was way too weak to fight back. He returned to my mouth and invaded it again with his tongue as we fell onto the bed. He played with my tits and nipples as he continued kissing me. I hate to say it but I was getting hot too. The more he kissed me and touched my tits and nipples, the hotter I got. I was returning his kiss eagerly and more passionately. My mind was in a fog as he ravaged my body. My clothes came off in a snap and I laid there in all my naked glory with my little useless clitty poking out from my crotch. He went down on me and sucked on my clitty. It never got hard as he played with it, sucked it, nibbled on it and then sucked some more. I could feel his fingers playing with my ass as he wet them and inserted one, then two, then three into my virgin asshole. He rolled me over and onto my knees positioning himself behind me. My tits hung down ready for more abuse as he came up to my ass and started reaming me out with his tongue. My god it felt so good. I pushed back into his face as he entered my ass with his tongue, tickling me and sending shivers down my spine. I never knew Jeff was into this kind of thing. He seemed to know all the tricks and made me feel like a girl. He was very tender, very careful not to pull me around, helped me into positions and even stroked my hair, nuzzled my neck and whispered to me how pretty I was.

Jeff then laid on the bad and directed me to his crotch. I knew what was next. "Hey Heather, please lube me up. I can't take this anymore and I need you." My mind was still in overdrive from the confusion, the heat and the sex. I was catered to by my friend and treated like a lady. He now wanted me to blow him. Oh well, I was into it all the way now. My body seemed to know exactly what to do as I positioned myself over him. I took his cocking in my hands and massaged it and also massaged his balls. He moaned a bit as I lowered my mouth to the tip of his cock. I flicked the tip gently with my tongue as I felt him quiver beneath me. My hand was still massaging his balls as I ran my tongue down one side of his cock and up the other. I could tell it turned him on. I licked the tip again and played with the head with my tongue. I could taste the precum from his hard cock. At least it was better than the kiss from sloppy Harry. It wasn't' too bad really, kinda salty though. "Come on baby, take Daddy for a ride." He said as I lowered my mouth down over his throbbing cock. I could feel his cock in the back of my throat as I bobbed up and down on his tool making sure not to bite him. I always hated the girl biting my cock and I made sure I was soft and smooth for Jeff.

I would stop sucking and lick him all the way down to his ass and then back up focusing back on his cock. I was starting to get into it when he told me to stop. Did I do anything wrong, I thought? "Hurry baby, get on your knees. I can't wait any longer." Oh no, he wanted to fuck me. My best friend wanted to fuck my virgin ass. I complied and rose my ass in the air for him. I tensed up at first and he told me to just relax. I did and felt him wet his fingers and insert them into my waiting ass. I squirmed a bit knowing what was next. He removed his fingers and pushed his cock up to my waiting ass. Slowly he entered me. It hurt bad at first and I though he was going to rip my ass apart. I felt him move in and out as the pain subsided and a new feeling enter my body. I responded to his thrusts as he picked up the pace. I was now getting a tickle inside of me, something I had never felt before. My little clitty was still a pathetic piece of meat and as he played with my tits and nipples, I felt a warmth take me over. I was lost in a wonderful feeling and enjoying each thrust for this man. I moaned and let out soft screams of delight. I was experiencing an orgasm like I had never felt before. It was so deep and took over my entire body. He then tensed up and pushed himself deep into me. I could feel his spasms as he unloaded his warm cum into me. He must have been full of cum because I could feel him squirt at least five times. He slowed and I felt him soften as he slipped out of my ass. I felt so good, so full, so fulfilled, so, well, so feminine. He laid down and pulled me next to him in the bed. I was face to face with him as he gently and softly kissed me. It was a very tender moment. My arms reached around him and held him tight as we were locked together, our faces and lips locked in a sensuous sharing of body and soul.

We remained in that state for some time and then fell asleep in each others arms. Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door. "OK Heather, times up." I shook Jeff and woke him telling him time was up. He kissed me again and got up off the bed. Before I gave him a towel to clean himself up, I took his cock in my mouth and cleaned him up with my mouth and tongue. I could taste his cum and savored the taste. He then wiped himself and got dressed. I dressed in my babydoll and placed a tampon I my very lubricated ass. I wanted to keep as much of his seed inside me. I really treasured this moment. We finished dressing and we walked out to the lounge. There were only a few girls in the lounge. Most were with other dates. Fifi ran up to me and held my hands. "How was it dear?" she asked. I couldn't blab out everything that happened but said, "Unbelievable, simply unbelievable." She smiled and kissed me on the cheek. I escorted Jeff to the bar and he bought me a drink. Wow, the first taste of alcohol in quite some time. It was wonderful. Jeff finished his drink and kissed me on the lips. He told me he would be in next week and wanted another date with me. How could I refuse? He got up and left the building leaving me satisfied and felling very sexy.

I walked back and sat down with Fifi as I downloaded everything that happened. We giggled and laughed. She told me how proud she was of me and this was only my first adventure. She also handed me an envelope. She told me to put it away and open it alone. The other girls didn't need to know how much I got for my evenings work or they would be jealous of a first timer. I put the envelope in my small purse and waited in the lounge. Fifi had another date while I sat there watching alt the events unfold with man after man taking these women in rooms to fuck their brains out. I was even getting hot just thinking about it.

Harry came up to me and put his arm around me. "I hope you're having fun Heather dear." I felt so disgusting being next to him and just sighed trying to pull away. Just then the door opened and five guys came in to the house. They were all so young, so toned and really sexy. I couldn't help myself but I walked up to them and hit on them just like one of the other girls. Two other girls came up as we had them buy us drinks. I flirted with one of the jocks as he grabbed my ass and rubbed my tits. I ushered him back to my room and told him I could only pleasure him. It was my time of the month. He looked at me and shrugged his shoulders. I knew he wanted to get laid. I made sure he was relaxed and gave him the best blowjob a man could ever want. He tried reaching down into my panties but I urged his hand away. We finished our session and I took him back to the lounge. Fifi ran up to me and told me one of the boys liked girly men. I was excited as I snuggled next to him at the bar. He was very shy and I had to get him to talk. I told him I could give him everything he wanted and he looked at me as if in a state of shock. "You, you have a dick?" he blurted out in the bar. I hung my head and just nodded. "Wow, you are so beautiful. I want you. Please can I be with you?" I looked back up and he was beckoning me to be with him. This shy young boy was going to be treated to everything I could give him. He dropped off his credit card with the madam and I took him into my room. He definitely was a shy one as I tried to kiss him and feel his cock. He pulled back and told me he was actually a transvestite and his friends wanted him to experience a real girl. That would set me straight. I knew exactly what he meant and I told him to trust me, I would make sure he earned every dollar he spent.

The next hour I undressed him, sprayed him with perfume, put lipstick on him, had him put on some sexy panties and silky camisoles and basically treated him like a girl. I had him even fuck himself with a vibrator as he came all over the sheets. He wanted pictures so I took as many as I could with him sucking me off, a dildo in his ass, licking my asshole, putting on lipstick and other femmy things. At the end of the hour he was physically spent and was ready to leave. He dressed and I gave him my cum soaked underwear as a souvenir. I took him back to his friends who thought he finally scored with a girl.

That was it for the night. The place slowed down and Fifi told me to go to bed. I didn't even know what time it was but I knew it was late. I closed my door, fell on the bed into the cold remnants of wet cum left from my beaus as I drifted off to sleep.

I woke to a loud noise. It was the cleaning ladies. They were vacuuming, dusting, cleaning sheets and basically picking up after last nights round of sex. I woke myself and shook my head trying to get things straight. I slowly remembered the event of the previous evening and felt myself from my tits on down my sexy body. I really did feel like a girl. I knew I was once Jason but felt very sexy at this moment. I got up and walked out into the hallway. Jasmine came by and hugged me. "I'm so proud of you Heather. You seemed to fit right in and from what I heard, the guys love you." Here, let me help you get cleaned up. She helped me into the bathroom and even joined me in the shower. It's your first day and I want to make it memorable." She said as she soaped me and played with my beautiful tits. I felt like putty in her hands and she massaged me, sucked on my nipples, washed me and made me eat her out in the shower. I was on my knees eating out a beautiful woman and I had bigger tits than she had. Wow, what a turn on. We finished showering and she helped me get myself together. We really had all day. The guys usually didn't come until the evening. Jasmine helped me with my makeup, my clothes and just about everything else to make me feel at home. I felt I had a true girlfriend.

The days and nights were exactly the same. I would wake up, clean my body, eat some food, watch soaps, and just screw around until the evening when the place heated up. I became friends with all the girls. They loved playing with my useless clitty and sometimes pretended to cut it off. The days and nights just seemed to blend together. I was still taking my daily amount of pills that Stacey left with Harry and my nipples were really developing. I loved how big they were and how big my aerolae were. My rear end also shaped up and I was a very curvy lady. The "ranch" had a hot tub out back and some of the girls and I would use it frolicking in the nude. We always sunbathed in the nude to avoid tan lines. My body was becoming very tanned and with the help of the hormones in my pills, very voluptuous. I forgot about Jason and focused on Heather. My mind and body gravitated to being a girl with the goal of pleasing both men and women. Jeff would visit me weekly and we became quite an item. I think I was even falling for this guy.

Oh didn't I tell you about the women? Well, our ranch saw about half as many women as it did men. Some big, some small, some dykes, some not. It really didn't matter. I found I loved having oral sex with women and loved it when I could get them to cum. I loved it more if they squired in my mouth. The taste of a woman turned me on more than men's cum. I was even being called for by most of the women who visited the ranch for being so sexy, so loving, and a phenomenal muff diver. I had quite an audience.

One day I decided to count the money I had been stashing away. I closed my door and opened the envelopes. I must have had $100,000 plus in just a couple of months. The girls didn't know how much but they were whispering and talking. I was cutting into their profits. Of course, the visits from Jeff bolstered my bank account. Jeff never found out about me and thought I was just one of the "girls". I wanted to tell him but could never get up the courage.

One evening, Macy was pissed because all the guys were going for other girls. I even had a few blowjobs that evening but Macy had none. She wasn't the most beautiful woman in the joint but she sure could fuck. Our time in the sack together was so much fun. She could pleasure me in ways I never thought imaginable. We were sitting in the lounge when she come over and sat next to me. In the past few days she was cold and tried to avoid me. Had I done something wrong? "I know all about you sweety. You're just a guy with his balls cut off and you don't have a pussy. You're going to pass up on the guys for the next few nights and give me your tricks. I need the cash and it seems you have been getting all our profits lately. If you don't listen to me, you will find yourself in a heap of trouble." I was scared and worried about my life. The scoop on her was she killed her old man in a bar fight and came to the ranch for protection. She has been here for over six years hiding away from the public. In short, she was a real bad girl and if I would have known earlier, I would have kept my distance. She was now threatening me and I was scared, real scared.

The next night Jeff came in to see me. I quickly too him back to my room and sat him down. I pulled up all the courage I had and said, "Jeff, I have to tell you something. I need to get this off my chest." He smiled knowing how much he liked my tits. "I know you won't believe this but I was once your close friend." He looked at me with a quizzical look in his eyes. "I'm really not Heather." He looked even more puzzled. "I'm really…(pausing) …..I'm really Jason, Jason Wells." He let out a laugh as I held his hand. "No I really mean it. I am Jason Wells." He sat there stupefied at what he heard.

I proceeded to tell him what I believe happed with Stacey and Denise. He pulled back a bit finally realizing I really was his old friend Jason. I was Jason, his old friend that he was fucking up the ass, playing and sucking tits and kissing every week. I could tell it was quite a shock and sat there holding his hand hoping he could understand. He looked at me and told me he could barely recognize me. I told him about the surgeries and the upcoming surgeries planned by Stacey. Believe it or not, he looked at me and told me it was OK. He had grown very close to me over the past two months and was even going to ask me to move in with him and out of the ranch. I began to cry as he wiped my tears away. He then leaned his head down and kissed me. It was the sweetest, softest, most pleasurable kiss I had ever received as a woman or a man. He pulled back and stroked my face. "I think you are beautiful even if you were once Jason. You are Heather now, the girl I want o be with forever." I burst into tears and hugged him. I was very emotional now after all the hormones I had been taking and couldn't control myself. I held him in my arms and just wept.

We sat and talked for another hour. I told him I was being held here by Stacey and Harry and had to pay off my dept. Jeff told me to get ready in two nights. He was going to come in, take me back to my room and we would escape out the back. We planned everything out and I saw Jeff off that night with a sensuous kiss. Macy was watching closely as we kissed. She could tell we were getting very close.

The next morning Macy took me out back and told me she knew something was up. I didn't want her screwing everything up so I told her sort of the truth and that Jeff wanted to propose to me the next couple of months and take me away. Macy didn't know the deal between Stacey and Harry so it should be OK. In return for her silence, I would share some of the profits I got over the past two months and help her get more tricks. I had already separated out quite a bit of money and had about $10,000 in cash. I took her in my room and opened the envelope. She was amazed at how much money I had. I told her I would split it even Steven if she kept quiet. We counted out the money and we split it evenly. She hugged me and told me it was out secret.

The next night Jeff came in as usual and the two of us went to my room. I told the madam that Jeff was staying the night and would square everything off tomorrow with her. She knew him and trusted everything was OK. I packed a few things, not many I really wanted to keep but some sentimental bits of clothes that Jeff loved. We talked a bit and then checked to make sure the back door was opened and no one would come by. We slipped out the back door, hopped into his car and we were off. I wanted to be as far away from this place as possible.

We drove for hours it seemed and Jeff pulled into a motel on the side of the road. He got a room and we took our clothes off and fell into a deep sleep.

I woke to the sound of machines. I peered out the window and saw earth movers moving dirt and working o a road. I looked over at Jeff and he was still sleeping. I felt a twinge of excitement as I looked at him, lying in bed, in the nude. My body told me to pee as I went to the bathroom. I could only sit now making sure my useless dick was positioned to pee in the toilet and not on me. I wiped myself and looked in the mirror. After months in a dark, dingy brothel, my skin was white and I looked liked a mess. My makeup didn't even look natural and just painted on. On the other hand, my body was a work of art. Stacey really made me into a true hottie. I showered and used as many creams and lotions I had thrown in my bag to soften my face, neck and skin. The makeup was next and I applied it like a professional. My eyes were smokey, my cheeks highlighted with blush, my skin soft as a baby's and my lips, oh so kissable. I fixed my hair the best I could without curlers and walked out of the bathroom into the room. Jeff was awake and watching TV. He looked at me and smiled. "You are beautiful. Don't move. I want to capture this moment in time." I twisted my foot on the floor as I felt myself blush. I was actually embarrassed. My old friend, when I was Jason, was now my lover and he thought looked beautiful. I opened my robe and put on a little show for him. He always loved my tits and I played with them as I came and rubbed next to him. He kissed me and jumped up saying he needed a shower. I thought I was going to get lucky but he had other plans.

I dressed in the most neutral clothes I had. I still looked like a hooker though. Jeff came out, dressed and we were off on a roadtrip. He knew I needed clothes and we went to a mall where I spent almost two hours in Victoria's Secrets and another hour in a high class department store. I came out with bags and bags of new things and was dressed very sexy in a push up bra, panties, white capris, a sleeveless pink top, new 3" heeled sandals and a new ankle bracelet. I felt very sexy. Jeff just smiled as he bought all my new things for me. I sat back in his car and tried to remember when I was ever so happy. I used to be a womanizer and now I was the woman.

We drove until sunset and pulled into another motel. This one had a heated pool. I quickly changed into my new bikini and Jeff changed into a bathing suit. My tits were beautiful in my new suit as I posed for him while he changed. I could see him getting hard as I tried to be a sexy woman, lying on the bed, rubbing my tits, and acting like I was stroking myself to orgasm. He pulled me to him and kissed me. I loved the taste of his lips and how hungry I was for his meat. We broke off the kiss and went to the pool. We swam for an hour and then retired to the room. I knew he wanted me and I really wanted him. I changed and put on a see through nightie. After turning off the lights, I slipped into the room as provocatively as possible. The covers were down on my side and I slipped under the covers. He rolled over and faced me in the bed. We kissed like only lovers can do and I stroked his manhood until he was ready to burst. I ducked under the covers and gave him a blowjob. He moaned in pleasure as I licked his ass too. He pulled me close to him as he positioned my on my knees. I couldn't wait for him to ram his hard cock into my ass. We now used lubrication, something I learned from the girls at the ranch. He slid into me easily and he fucked me silly. I felt a rush run through me as I experienced another deep orgasm, a female orgasm. I couldn't cum but the feeling was incredible. He came in me and we fell asleep, physically satisfied and exhausted.

The next morning we woke and cleaned up. I put on my new bra and panties and dressed in a short white skirt and pink crop top. My body was perfect for the clothes showing off a lot of skin. Jeff whistled at me as I posed in front of the mirror. He slapped my ass and told me to finish packing, we had a date with a doctor.

I was very quiet in the car. He said we were visiting a doctor. Why? Was he sick? Was I sick? I couldn't figure it out. I guess Stacey's work, the drugs and hypnosis had a permanent effect on my mind. I would get headaches if I tried to think too much. I guess I was truly a Bimbo.

We pulled into the parking lot and walked up two flights of stairs. On the door was a sign, Dr. Renton – Plastic Surgeon. Now I knew what was up. We walked in and were immediately ushered into an examining room. I totally undressed and changed into a skimpy paper gown. Jeff said, "The doctor is an old friend of mine. He's is fabulous and wants to help you Heather. I also want you to be complete. I love you dearly and know you want it too." I teared up again as he kissed me. The door opened and a 5'11" hunk of a man entered. He was dark, strong and built like Adonis. He was asking me questions and I must have really acted like a fool, or a real bimbo as I had him repeat things, giggling at times like some little girl. "OK Heather, I need to examine you. Please lay back on the table and put your feet into the stirrups. I had never done anything like that before and felt so vulnerable. He felt my tits, my glands, looked in my mouth, my ears, and then focused on my little penis. I felt him push, stretch and even enter my ass with his lubricated finger. He then stopped and told me I could get dressed. He left the room and Jeff helped me dress again. It was weird with him helping me put on my bra and clasp it in the back, hold my panties as I stepped into them, zip up my skirt and help me with my top. He was such a gentleman.

We went to the doctor's office and sat down. "OK Heather, I think I can help you. Whoever removed your balls did an excellent job. The technique to eliminate erections was very risky but we can still work around the damage. I believe you can have full sensation again after I'm finished. He then described how he would form a vagina, create vaginal lips like a girl and even have a very sensitive clit. I listened very closely but kept getting lost. He told us that anyone would have troubles even knowing I wasn't a real girl when he was finished and I healed up. I had trouble focusing on all the details. Jeff asked a bunch of questions and finally looked at me and asked me if I wanted to go ahead with the surgery. I looked at the doctor and then back at Jeff and nodded as I reached out and hugged Jeff. I burst into tears again and told him, Yes! Yes! Yes!

Well the next week was a blur. I moved in with Jeff and had to get the place ready for my recuperation. I would have tubes and catheters as well as daily cleanings of my incisions. Jeff hired a nurse for the first week to help. The fateful day arrived and I wore a pink sweatsuit with a sports bra and cotton pink panties to feel comfortable when I left the hospital. I was prepped and the doctor came into the prep area, holding my hand and telling me not to worry and that I would be beautiful. I slipped into a restful sleep and the next thing I remember was waking in the recovery room with Jeff next to me. He was holding and stroking my hand. He kissed my forehead as I came out of the dream state I was in. The doctor came in telling me and Jeff it was truly a successful surgery and I would love the results. He told Jeff about the recovery and also when he could have sex. Wow, sex, you know it really hadn't dawned on me. Jeff could now fuck me like a real girl. I laid back trying to relax with a smile on my face and fell asleep.

We left the hospital two days later. The doctor wanted to make sure I had no secondary problems. I'm sure glad I dressed comfortably because the ride home sucked. I had to lay on my back in the back seat because my groin hurt and I had trouble sitting. All of this was normal and the next week went by without incident. The nurse was great and treated me like a real lady. She tended to my incisions and removed all the tubes three days later. She helped me get up and had me pee for the first time as a girl. It stung at first and then it flowed into the toilet. It was weird, nothing to hold on to and nothing to aim. She then had me wipe myself just like a girl too.

I got back in bad and could finally sit. The toughest part of the entire process though was having to dialate myself change dialator sizes going bigger and bigger to open up my vaginal opening. It hurt at times and then felt enjoyable at other times. Expanding the opening and vagina itself was necessary for me to have sex as a normal woman. I adhered to the schedule and after my follow up visits with the doctor, was given approval to have sex. Jeff was by my side at every visit and I could see he was bursting at the seams to get home and prove his love to me. I was excited, tentative, and even scared.

We got home and he treated me like a queen. Finally it was time for bed and I put on my finest negligee, primped my hair, put on some sexy perfume and joined Jeff in bed. He was already nude and waiting. I made sure I was properly lubricated for the first time to make sure I didn't rip myself. Jeff was such a gentleman and was very cautious with every move. I could feel his hard cock next to me and let him roll on top of me. He slowly guided his cock into my very hot pussy. Yes, my pussy. I could feel it press on my lips and then slide into my waiting canal. He fit perfect as I felt him push into me all the way. I could feel his groin bumping mine as he tenderly ground away on me. In and out, in and out. He was like a machine. I could feel the sensations on my new clit and responded when he tickled it. He was really fucking me and I wanted more and more. I never wanted it to stop. He got me so hot I climaxed and squeezed down on his cock. I could tell he was close too and then I felt him tense up as he came in me. It felt so warm inside me as I closed my eyes enjoying the moment. He slowed and softened as he pulled out of my new pussy. The feelings were incredible. I was now his woman, a real woman.

We seemed to fuck every minute we were together. I couldn't get enough. The doc was right. My clit was super sensitive and he could bring me to an orgasm just by tickling it with his tongue. My life felt whole.

Of course he proposed to me and I accepted. Three of his best friends were in the wedding. Believe it or not, they also used to be my friends. No one ever knew who I was and accepted me as Heather. As Jason, I was truly a big prick. As Heather, I learned to love, learned to share and most importantly, learned to be a real woman.

A Year Later….

Jeff and I set up home and totally forgot about Stacey, Denise, Harry and most importantly Jason. I became a great housewife and Jeff always treated me to sexy gifts. We also loved experimenting with toys and other things. Our life was whole.

One afternoon I was reading the paper and guess what I read. Two women and two men were being arraigned for kidnapping, mutilation and prostitution. Their names were Stacey, Denise and Harry and a doctor named Dr. Damian. No kidding. As I read on, it seems the two women were seducing men in bars and the men would disappear with no trace. There were six in all. After a years investigation Stacey and Denise were caught in a sting operation and they chirped like birds telling them everything. The doctor lost his license and was brought up on charges of mutilation (you know, cutting off a guys balls and making him a woman just like me). The other fellow, Harry, was also brought up on charges of kidnapping and prostitution. They could all get life imprisonment if found guilty. It said that there were only six men they believed from all the records they could resurrect. They found all of them at the "Velvet Fingers" sex ranch as prostitutes. The wierd thing though that these men still had their manhood attached although they looked and acted like women. They couldn't even remember who they were or how they got there. They attributed the memory loss and reconditioning to drugs and hypnosis. The victims would have to spend years in counseling if they would ever get back any part of their old life.

I showed the article to Jeff and we felt a peace we hadn't felt in over a year. There finally was true justice, not revenge.

  

  

  

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