The Clerical Error
Added 2024-10-04 12:00:07 +0000 UTCThis was not his room! As he rose from the bed he felt wrong. Hair fell across his face and there was weight shifting on his chest. He felt a strange sensation and closed his legs. They came all the way together with nothing in between! In a fright, he lept to his feet, pulling of his shorts. It was gone! Just a flat crotch parted by a feminine slit. He tried to scream, but no sound emitted from his throat. As he lifted his shirt to inspect the rest a disembodied voice came from the speaker.
Good morning Kent! You believed that you could evade justice but justice takes many forms. When the courts fail, we are here. In the name of your victims, we have made certain that your days as a gigolo con-man are over.
In fact, your days as a man at all are over! We have also disabled your voice, so you can forget about talking your way out of anyone’s money ever again.
The world believes Kent F Rollings was lost at sea. The man you were, is dead. You, dear girl, have no identity. We have arranged employment for you at an establishment in the red-light district. Your pimp will be here in the next hour to collect you. Welcome to the life of a trafficked whore.
Kent blinked in disbelief and panic. This was all wrong! His middle name was Hector! He was Kent H Rollings, not Kent F Rollings! They had the wrong man!
