Living the Hooker's Life
I woke up on a street corner, not only dressed like a whore but... Oh shit… what a night! Wait… what? Am I? Oh fuck, that hooker… it was real! I remember that pole dance… getting hammered in her body… oh fuck… I’m still HER!
Next thing I know a cop has me on my feet and pulling my arms over my head, making MY breasts pop out of my skimpy shirt! “Another late night, Sasha?" he says, thinking I'm the whore he knows, "Come on… I’m taking you in.”
I tried to explain, “Please, I’m a guy! This hooker ….”
“Oh so you’re a guy now? Your stories keep getting weirder… Like you’re a witch and someday you’ll steal a guy’s body… now you’re saying you did it. You’re funny, Sasha!” As he put me in the back of the police car he said, “Tell you what… you give me the usual and I’ll let you off.”
“The usual?”I asked weakly in my now very female voice.
“I know you’re not THAT out of it! A suck and a fuck and you can go home.”
I can’t go to jail in her body! I… have to let him… I have to BE the hooker! Let him fondle…
I can take his cock… I can do this… I’m Sasha… she does this all the time…
I can feel my slit… I’m Sasha…
I’m a hooker… I do this all the time…
As I was losing myself in the sensations of her body the cop was saying, “You’re my favorite, Sasha, just keep those stories about being a guy to yourself… it’s just crazy talk!”
Soon he's gone and I'm touching up my makeup. I don’t know what happened… when he was fucking me it just became so…. natural… I need to find her… I need to gt my body back… But maybe I should make a few dollars first!
“Hey baby! Wanna party?”