“I know what you want Isabella, but that just isn’t possible with Dorothy.”
“But, look at the transformation! She’s a beautiful looking girl now.”
“Look,
He
is as transformed as he can get. There is no way to get his body to grow a vagina, no matter how badly you want it. One, he’s already at max dose, further applications will not have any effect. Two, he’s still technically and biologically a male. The serum just doesn’t wor...”
“Doctor? Just doesn’t what?”
“The serum. It doesn’t work that way, but perhaps it could... Hmm... Thank you Isabella, give me some time.”
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“Doctor? I think I’ve found the subject we’ve been looking for. I went back through the database and narrowed down the parameters to ten. Of the top five, there is one that stands out. Her questionnaire and test scores are promising. Antisocial and quite intelligent. I ran an online check and looks like she’s not big on social media. Her Facebook page hasn’t been updated in a month. I’d like to run a more thorough investigation, have one of the boys check her listed address.”
“How sure are you Isabella?”
“She looks very promising. If everything else checks out, I say we go.”
“Very well. Have Harold follow up, keep me posted.”
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Valerie Redmen walked along the dim alley towards the corner. She could see a couple of the girls had already arrived and cursed. She was hoping to get some time in to pick up a trick before they started arriving, but looks like that’s not happening now. Val turned around and walked back the way she came. She figures she’ll have to go around the block and come back out to “hooker street” as it’s known locally, hang on the two blocks that separate the girls and the gays. She definitely isn’t going anywhere near the Trannies again; those girls were vicious!
Val doesn’t really fit in with any of the pros working the streets. At five foot nine with tiny A, borderline B cup breasts and narrow hips, she is often mistaken for a guy. Or more likely a sissy just starting out with her shoulder length brown hair. Which leads to complications once the
client
finds out the equipment she does have isn’t what they were expecting.
Light flashes on the wall as a car turns into the ally, coming up behind her. Val puts a little extra sway into her hips as she crosses to the other side of the ally, the driver’s side. The short skirt sways with every step, showing off her legs. The one thing likes about herself the most, her long shapely legs. As the white panel van slows to pass, Val gives the driver a seductive smile and her hopes fade. It’s a woman and the van doesn’t stop at first. Twenty or so feet past her, it slows and stops, reverses.
‘Shit.’ Val thinks. She’s desperate for money but is she that desperate? She’s never done a woman, or even really thought about it. The thought doesn’t appeal to her, she’ll just pass. The tiny woman probably thinks she’s a sissy boi anyway. The van stops beside her, window already down.
“Nice legs. Working tonight?” Val ignores the compliment, no point in opening negotiations.
“I don’t do women.”
“Are you sure? I’m willing to pay more than the standard fare.” Again Val thinks about the money. No, she just can’t do it. She starts walking, the van moves to keep pace.
“No, sorry. I’m sure one of the girl’s back on the corner would be more than willing.”
“I’m not interested in one of the girls back on the corner. I like your legs. I’ll pay double.” Shit, Val thinks, no one has ever negotiated to pay more. What is the rate for women anyway... Val’s brow furls, nope, she just can’t picture herself laying with a woman.
“Look, I’m flattered that you like my legs, but as I said I don... Awwk!” When Val turned to the woman in the van, some nasty chemical was sprayed in her face. Coughing and snorting, she couldn’t get the rid of the smell and taste. Her head goes fuzzy and the alley starts to do funny bendy things, causing Val to stagger, almost falling. She stands weaving, then has to bend over, one hand on her knee, the other against the van. She feels more than hears the drivers door open, then hands are holding her up, guiding her. Val tries to fend them off but the tiny woman is strong and insistent while Val feels like she is super stoned and drunk at the same time. Even the ground won’t hold still and she’s forced to lean against the very woman she was attempting to fight off. Around to the other side of the van the mismatched pair stagger, Val practically falls into the back of van once the sliding door is opened. Unfortunately she missed the mattress and only landed half in, banging her head and shins. Feebly she tries to kick, however her legs are quickly captured and she half tossed, half rolled and the sliding door slams shut.
Once the door is closed, Isabella struggled with the boyishly figured woman for a minute trying to get the VR visor on her head. Finally, fed up with the situation, she straddles the stoned girl’s chest, pinning her arms against her side. Easily Isabella slip the the visor over Val’s face and the struggles quickly stop as the pretty pretty lights draw all Val’s thoughts away.
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“Well Doctor, what do you think?”
“Not what I was expecting, knowing you, but her body type is perfect. What do we know about her?”
“Name’s Valerie Redmen, nineteen years old. Expired diver’s licence says she’s originally from Illinois. She works nights as a prostitute...”
“A prostitute! What the hell Isabella?”
“Don’t worry Doctor, all the blood work has come back clean. We’ve been watching her for a couple months. She lost her job, and has run out of money. She’s only worked three nights, and hasn’t been very successful. According to Harold, she only does blow jobs in the car and really wasn’t very good.”
