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Paying His Debts

The muffled and muted noises of the casino thud against the solid concrete walls as Ryan waits nervously outside the owner’s office.

Ryan is a frequent customer, and he finds himself in deep water.

The office door creaks open and a leggy blonde woman, barely covered in a small tight black dress appears at the door.

“He’ll see you know.” The blonde says, chewing obnoxiously on her gum.

Sweat starts rolling from Ryan’s brow as she straightens his tie. As he stands, he gulps hard. “Show me the way,” he replies, anxiously laughing.

The blonde woman smirks, before flicking her long hair behind her as she turns.

Showing Ryan into the office, Kevin Grimes sits at his desk with his elbow on the desk and his hand together.

“Ryyaan,” He greets with excitement, pointing at the empty seat on the other side of the desk. “Take a seat, my boy. Let’s talk.”

As Ryan slowly sits down, the blonde girl shuts the door and turns the lock.

“Seems you’ve been having fun in my casino…,” Kevin chuckles, getting up from his seat to move around the desk. “That’s great, but now it’s time for you to pay for that…. fun.”

Wiping the sweat from his brown, Ryan’s eyes dart around the room as he avoids Kevin’s gaze.

“I erm…,” Ryan’s voice cracks as Kevin lurks behind him. “I don’t have the money…. yet, Mr. Grimes.”

Kevin tuts as he paces around the office.

“Doesn’t have the money….,” Kevin repeats, mocking Ryan as the blonde girl laughs.

“Y-yeah…,” Ryan timidly speaks, frozen in his seat with fear. “I just n-need more time.”

Just as those words leave Ryan’s mouth, he feels the cold sharp edge of a knife pressing against his quivering neck. Kevin leans on Ryan’s back and breathes down his neck as he presses the knife in harder

“That’s not good enough,” Kevin whispers, into Ryan’s ear. “Either you pay up or you take a long nap with the pennies at the bottom of the well.”

Ryan trembles in fear as he feels the blade piercing the surface of his skin.

“Mr. Grimes…,” the blonde lady interrupts with confidence, causing Kevin to relax with the knife. “We need more workers in the hotel. Maybe I can have this one instead of wasting him?”

Kevin swipes the blunt side of the knife across Ryan’s neck as she stands.

“Oh?” Kevin replies in curiosity. “Have we got another buyer, Ava?”

“Oh yes,” Ava giggles, now chomping on her gum vigorously. “Our client is willing to pay big for merchandise like….,” she points at Ryan’s back. “….his.”

Excited, Kevin grabs Ryan’s shoulders with both his hands and squeeze tight. Leaning down to talk, Ryan can feel the warmth of Kevin’s breath on the back of his neck.

“Seems we might have a proposal for you….,” Kevin says, pressing down hard. “We’ve got a use for your…. body. Just say yes, and we will consider your debt paid.”

Unsure of what's being asked of him, Ryan looks around in confusion. “A use?” he asks meekly.

Kevin leans his weight onto Ryan’s shoulders. “Yes,” he replies, menace filling his every breath. “Either you agree, or it’s game over.”

Reluctant to say yes to anything, Ryan knows he’s being double-crossed. Yet he knows he can’t do anything about it.

As the silence continues, the cold shard steal of Kevin’s knife creeps slowly across his throat.

“Well….?” Kevin asks, pressing the knife blade in.

Terrified, Ryan feels the blade piercing his skin. “Y…..y-yes,” he squeaks, knowing that whatever he’s agreeing to his bad news.

“Good,” Kevin smiles, standing up straight.

About to breathe a sigh of relief as the blade is taken from his throat, Ryan's vision goes black as Kevin knocks him unconscious with one hard power blow to the head.

As Ryan flops lifelessly down onto the floor, Kevin turns to Ava and grins wide.

“Increase the fee for this one,” he demands, pointing at Ryan’s limp body. “Early twenties white male. This is high-grade merchandise— clients have to pay extra for the privilege.”

The next thing Ryan knows is he’s laying in a damp bed in a cold dark room. First, he hears the rhythmic sound of beeping.

His eyes, crusted, struggle to open.

Bringing his hands to his face, he wipes them clean and stares up at the ceiling above him. His vision is clouded and blurry.

“Ava,” a female voice yells from across the room. “Patient six is awake.”

The frantic tapping of high heels shoes against a solid floor ensues. Ryan desperately tries to sit up, but his head is bounded down to the bed.

“Ah…,” Ava smiles, standing over Ryan to look him in the eye. “Seems our work has been very successful.”

Ava claps several times. “You,” she commands another person in the room. “Sit patient six upright so I can talk with them.”

A flurry of hands then starts touching and pulling at Ryan’s body. Clips and monitoring pads are roughly pulled from his skin.

As the bed buzzes to life and bends to sit Ryan upright, he feels strange. Terrifying thoughts swirl in his head as he struggles to put a finger on why he feels so…strange. He wonders in fear if they’ve stolen both his kidneys.

Trying to focus his vision, he can make out a person sitting at the side of his bed. Narrowing his eyes to focus, he recognizes Ava’s face from Kevin’s office.

“Hello Kevin,” Ava smirks, crossing her legs. “Has your vision returned yet—can you see me?”

Unable to lift his head, Ryan focuses intently on Ava.

“W-what…,” he squeaks, his voice strained and high-pitched. “Did you do to me..?”

Ava stands and holds up a picture of a middle-aged, overweight Hispanic-looking woman... Ryan spends a few moments looking at the picture not knowing what it means.

“This is Elena,” Ava states, still holding it in front of Ryan's face. “Elena is a client of ours. She’s paid top dollar for a new chance at life.”

Ryan doesn’t know what to think as his face goes blank.

“We’ve given her everything she wanted and more,” Ava continues, sitting back in her seat. “That also means for you, you’re debt is paid off.”

“I don’t…..,”

“Understand?” Ava interrupts, reaching under Ryan’s dank bed sheets.

Running her manicured nails up Ryan’s legs, she stops just at the inner tight. “This should help explain everything,” she laughs.

Ryan shudders as Ava’s delicate fingers trace around his private area. Ryan is bemused and perplexed by what he feels. It almost feels like he had the outer flaps of a vagina. It’s like nothing he’s ever felt before!

“Can you feel me?” Ava teasingly giggles, brushing softly over Ryan’s opening, causing Ryan to squeak. “I’m touching your Vagina, Ryan.”

Trying desperately to break free from his constraints, Ryan’s heart starts beating like crazy. He doesn’t have a vagina—he’s not a woman!

Ava pulls her hand from Ryan’s pussy and brings them to his nose. Pressing her moist fingertips against his nostrils, she laughs.

“Smell yourself…!” she teases. “That’s the smell of a middle-aged woman's pussy. Your new pussy.”

“Th-at c-cant be!” Ryan screams, thrashing around. “That’s impossible!”

Grabbing the thin bed sheet, Ava whips the cover from Ryan’s body and stands over him. Ryan feels the cold damp air and he begins to shiver.

Ava studies between Ryan’s strap-down, chunky legs and she smiles.

“Ooooo,” she recoils pulling a face. “From the state of your pussy Ryan, I’d say you’ve had a few kids.”

Quivering, Ryan Screams. “Ayuda!”

Seriously scared and confused, Ryan shouts again. “Ayuda!”

Ava swiftly covers Ryan’s face with her hand and stares into his eyes.

“Interesting!” she smirks, pressing her weight down on his face. “You’ve already started to merge with Elena’s speech and language centers.”

As Ryan settles, fear-stricken, Ava takes her hand from his mouth and back away. Re-focusing on Ryan’s new body, Ava looks over his body.

“Hmm….,” she ponders, poking Ryan’s large overweight stomach. “Not suited to be a dancer I’m afraid Ryan. You’re not in the best shape for a woman you’re age.”

“Que?” Ryan squeaks, before giving what he wants to say more thought. “What..?”

“Well…,” Ava says, touching Ryna’s flabby tights. “You’ve got short fat legs, and a large stomach.”

Ava moves up Ryan’s body and touches his nipples. Ryan freaks at how sensitive they are.

“Nice size,” Ava comments, prodding one of his breasts. “Far too saggy to be a dancer here.”

Shocked by the movement of the mounds of flesh on his chest, he doesn’t notice Ava touching his hair.

“Very wiry,” Ava comments, in disgust. “Something you’ll have to get sorted, Ryan. Doesn’t look like you’ve had your hair done in a while. If you’re going to work at the casino in any capacity, we are going to have to clean you up a little.”

“Dame…,” Ryan reacts, stopping himself to think hard. “G..give me back my body!”

Ava shakes her head. “That’s not going to happen.”

“Por Que?” Ryan asks, fear causing his voice to crack and his body to shake.

“Let me spell this out for you…Elena,” Ava replies sternly, folding her arms. “You paid your debts to the casino with your male body. That body has now been sold and the real Elena is now enjoying her purchase. Now, we could have let you die in the transfer process, but Mr. Grimes has graciously allowed you to lease this body you find yourself in.”

Ava shrugs. “too bad for you huh? Strong attractive man with his entire life ahead of him. Now you're with a fat old, Mexican woman. Should have been more careful with your money!”

Scared beyond comprehension, Ryan says nothing.

“Anyway….,” Ava smiles. “We need to find a use for you. Usually, we have newly transferred females be dancers or sex workers.”

Ava looks away and ponders for a moment.

“I do wonder how those men deal with the change,” she says, thinking allowed. “Must be very strange being a man all your life, only to wake up a woman. I can’t tell you how many complaints we’ve had about the newly transferred.”

Ava refocuses on Ryan’s wide fearful eyes and smirks.

“They just take forever to adjust you see,” Ava remarks. “I guess it’s not easy to go from the one having your dick sucked to be the one sucking the dick.”

Ryan squirms and shivers. His mind is racing in reaction to Ava’s comments.

“Oh don’t worry!” Ava jokes, slapping Ryan hard on his flabby tights. “That’s not going to be you! We don’t have dresses that will fit your fat body.”

Ava points over to the wall at a female maid uniform. “You’re going to be working as a cleaner. Work hard and keep your head down and we shouldn’t have any issues. Trust me, You’re lucky you’re not attractive. Mr. Grimes usually likes to test drive the new ‘girls’..”

Images of Kevin’s forcing himself flash through Ryan’s mind.

Ava leans in closer and pulls a smug face. “Still, having said that, if you want to earn extra money… you could give the older male guests more than just a room clean. A happy ending for them will earn you extra tips.”

Ryan’s eyes bulge in terror.

Ava turns back to the other people in the room and claps her hands.

“You and you,” she commands. “I want Miss Elena washed clothed and put straight to work. Don’t keep her waiting ladies…or you’re back on the dance floor!”

Running a finger up Ryan’s fat stomach, Ava stops and pulls a face of revulsion.

“My advice,” she frowns. “Lose some weight as soon as you can. You'll feel better about being a woman when you can be sexy.”

Ava’s heels click on the floor as she steps away from the bed. Stopping, she looks back at Ryan and grins. “Enjoy the menopause,” she says, laughing and walking away.