Kelly was frantic with worry when he had not heard from Angel the first few days. He had called everyone they knew, family, friends, hospitals, and police. Then he received Joaquin's call.
"No police, no anyone," Joaquin had warned, "$20,000 in one hundred dollar unmarked bills by Friday, or Angel's dead!"
Kelly maxed out his credit cards and got the money together. He then took their .38 police special and drove toward Rosarito, Mexico just north of Ensenada.
He parked the car on the U.S. side of the border and left their duplicate passports and identifications with some money and clothes in the car; from there he hired a car in Tijuana and drove to the location he was given in Rosarito. Before he went into the hotel, he carefully hid the money for the ransom.
He entered the sleazy hotel about noon. As soon as he arrived, he was searched by two men, who took his gun and before he could resist, injected him with a drug.
Everything went black for Kelly and each time he came to, he received a repeat injection. Several days later, he found himself, like Angel, tied, naked, spread-eagle to a bed. He was in pain.
All the hair was shaved off his body and two large fake breasts were glued to his chest. Two women were applying make-up to his face and a wig to his head. He was too weak to resist as they dressed him in panties, bra, garter-belt, stockings and high-heels.
The helped him over to a mirror. Kelly was still groggy from the drugs but was conscience enough to see the reflection of his feminized self. He tried to speak, but the words would not form in his mouth.
The two women sat him in a chair and tied his hands behind his back and left. About an hour later Joaquin entered the room.
Joaquin laughed at Kelly and said, "Hello my little sissy-bitch, aren't you pretty. All dressed up with nowhere to go. Wait until my Angel sees you, all dolled up. She will laugh her ass off at the sight of her sissy man!"
Kelly was still dazed and confused and kept trying to make sense of Joaquin's words. "My Angel, Joaquin had said," Kelly thought to himself, "she wasn't his, she was my Angel and why would she laugh at me?" Kelly couldn't understand what he was saying.
Joaquin continued. "You were a naughty boy to bring your gun, daddy will have to punish you for that later, and where did you hide the money? Oh well, plenty of time for that. Just to set things straight, I have a little video for you to watch, just an update on your wife to let you know where we all stand."
With that Joaquin clicked a remote and a picture of Angel appeared on the TV screen.
At first, Kelly didn't recognize her. She looked like a cheap whore with her make-up, new hairdo, tattoos and piercings.
She was sitting naked on Joaquin's lap. He was also naked and she had her arms around him. She was giving him kisses and rubbing her hands all over his body.
