Like every morning, Lonny did his best to avoid looking into the mirror as he got ready for the day.
Pulling a set of stockings from the drawer, Lonny had to admit that, every layer was a surrender to the girl in the mirror.
The girl in the mirror wore her blond hair long with feminine bangs. The golden locks fell to soft shoulders where straps for her slip and bra rested. The bra cupped real, supple breasts. The stockings would slide up thin but shapely smooth hairless legs and cover the lace panties that wrapped the warm mound where her new, surgically created pussy lay.
Lonny had made the mistake of angering Don Garbanzo who had a very twisted imagination. Two years ago, the Don put a bullet and a syringe full of estrogen in front of Lonny and gave him a choice. Lonny may have avoided the bullet that day, but the man he had been was clearly dead.