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A stretched limousine was parked in front of the Haman. Once I walked outside, one of the darkened windows in the rear part of the car lowered and a man with moustaches yelled:
"Miss. Jennifer, please come over here!"
I walked there and the door opened. Now I could see Ruth sitting in the back seat, next to this man. She smiled at me and moved her hand to invite me inside and sit on the seat facing them.
"What is going on, Ruth? I need you to explain all of this to me!" I begged while entering the car and sitting down.
As soon as the door was closed, the car left.
"How do you feel Jennifer?" my wife asked.
"Well, I am very embarrassed. I am not accustomed in going around dressed like this..."
"You look so cute. But when I asked you how do you feel, I was referring to being a woman. In poor words, how do you feel now that you have been cock fed and well fucked?"
"How do you know about it?" I asked while blushing.
"Well, I watched everything you did through a spying mirror. You really were good with all those men. And also Ali liked you a lot..."
"You would make a wonderful belly dancer," said the man who I just learned was named Ali.
"But... I mean you had this entirely planned in advance? Ruth, how do you know Ali? What is it really going on here?"
"Relax, Jennifer" Ruth said with a sweet smile on her lips. "I am going to explain it to you during our drive."
All of this was really making me nervous.
"About one year ago, I got and idea" said Ruth while positioning herself in a comfortable way. "You have been doing Jennifer for quite a while, and I though it was time to see how much Jennifer was part of you and how far she could go. I wanted to know this not just out of curiosity, but also for the sake of our marriage. Therefore, I have been surfing the net, visited all kind of web sites, taken part in tg forums, and so on. Then, in one of the forums I met Ali, who has been very kind in offering himself to help in this project. Is that correct, Ali?"
"You are absolutely right, my dear" answered Ali while taking Ruth's hand in his own.
Hey, what the heck is going on there? Why are they holding hands? Am I missing something here? I thought to myself while the limo was going very fast through the chaotic traffic of the rush hour.
"What kind of project are you talking about?" I asked with an apparently calm voice, but I was actually full of apprehension.
"Well, the Jennifer Project! Of course" and Ruth started laughing. "You see, I have been chatting about Jennifer with Ali for so long, and we worked out a solution: you MUST be Jennifer full time in the daylight for a short while, and see what happens. So, part number one of this project was checking your reaction in a feminine mood. For this reason you have been fed with female hormones for a while..."
"But how...?" I interrupted her.
"Simple. You have not been taking any kind of treatment for malaria. They were injections and pills of estrogens and anti androgens.... That is the reason you now have small tits, a silky and velvety skin, but also your tiny penis is soft and useless except for peeing!"
I sighed and felt betrayed. I could have accepted female hormones, but not this way, with me being completely unaware... What about I would not like all of this and wanted my penis to work again as it used to... Ruth must have guessed whas I was thinking and said:
"Don't worry honey, your situation is still reversible, for another short while. Let's say for another few weeks. Then, the next step after hormones was to have you experience some cock, to see how you liked that. Ali was great to offer and plan all the rest. He arranged it so it looked to happen casually, in the Haman. He knows the owner of that place and about one month ago they put a notice on the entrance stating that the Haman was going to be closed to the general public today. The people you met there are all Ali's friends. We were checking you through some see-through mirrors and, from what we saw, you did not mind to get all those cocks. Now part number three is coming, and Ali will explain it to you, my dear..."
There was a short pause, and then Ali began speaking while the car stopped in front of a large building.
"The last part is to make you live your life as a full time girl for a while. This is not a problem for me, since I own several businesses, and I can hire you in one of them as Jennifer. I am sure you will learn your job quickly. In the meantime, I am going to accompany your gorgeous wife around Turkey for her vacations. She will relax and have fun while sightseeing our country and you have your experience. I assure you I am going to take good care of her as I will for you."
"But, Ruth... I thought we were staying together..." I mumbled.
"Well honey, I need some vacation and cannot stay with you while you are working as a girl. I do work as a girl all the time, so I need some time off. Also, please do not forget that because of your experience as Jennifer, I have not been receiving some cock for over two months now. I really love you very much, but you have to understand my needs as well!"
At that point Ali lifted his hand and knocked on the window. One of the two men outside opened the car's door and offered me his hand to help me pull out of the car.
"Don't worry" Ali said, "Lorraine is going to take good care of you!"
Since I was hesitating, Ali made a sign with his head and the man grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the car. The door closed and the car left immediately. I began crying. The two men accompanied me inside what looked like a nightclub. At the end of one long corridor we entered one room and there was a young, blond lady.
As soon as we entered the room she smiled and said:
"Hi, I am Lorraine, and you must be Jennifer, right?"
"Yes..." I replied in a soft and embarrassed tone of voice.
"Ok, welcome to Turkish Delight! Let me tell you briefly what is happening here. You are free to do anything you want in the morning and the early afternoon till five. Then you have to wear your waitress uniform and be ready by half past five, that is when we start cleaning and arranging the place. At seven the place opens and close at four in the morning. During that time your duty would be attending the tables by taking orders, bringing beverages and food, cleaning the tables when the people leaves. All the tips are yours. Every now and then you will be given a card with a number. The number is to identify the booths upstairs. This means that somebody required your services. The systems works like this: In case somebody would be interested in you, he would take your name from the tag you are wearing. He would go to the cashier and pay
for the service. Price varies according to the service requested. They would receive a magnetic card to open the booth, and a voucher. They would go upstairs where the booth are located and wait for you. In the meantime you would get a card with a number. In case it says number four, it means that your client is in booth number four. You go upstairs to the booth and knock on the door. The client would open the door and let you in, handing you the voucher. The voucher are colored: yellow is a hand job; blue is a blowjob; green is fucking; red is anal. Naturally, you are going to receive all vouchers except for the green one, since you do not have a pussy... yet! Be careful to collect and store the vouchers with good care. Your client has already paid for your services, but you only get paid your commission according to the vouchers you hand in at the end of each night. Your commission is twenty five percent of what Ali is charging for your services. You know, it is not that much, but he is giving us a place to stay, he is paying your salary as a waitress, and all that junk. He says that running this business is very expensive..." She paused a little bit, then continued:
"Once you have finished with your client, you MUST return serving the tables immediately. But before doing that it is mandatory that you reapply your makeup and readjust your dress. Eventually, replace the stockings in case there are runs on them, but try to be careful because Ali only allows us four pairs of stockings per week. Whatever we use extra has to be paid for. Now that you know everything about how things work, show me your buttocks; I need to give you an injection. We have another two girls like you, but this is not a place for gay customers, and Ali wants our waitresses' cocks to be soft and limp. All our customers are straight. Therefore, just like the other "girls", during all your staying here you will be required to take an injection every day before going to work. To avoid this and still work here, you do have only one option: accept to go through orchiectomy, that is, castration or, in poor words, getting rid of your little round jewels down there. Just like Dana did. She worked here till one year ago. But you probably do not want to do that. Or, al least, this is what your wife agreed with Ali, but in case you change your mind, we can get rid of them by tomorrow. We know a doctor specialized in this and he can do it in his studio in about one hour. Then you would not work for a few days to recover. What do you think, babe?"
This was sort of scaring. It was hard enough being in this position, but facing the risk of being emasculated was far too much. I loved to dress like a girl while at home, I had fantasies about sex as a girl, but this was not my lifestyle or, at least, I was not aiming to be a full time girl. Not a prostitute for sure!
"So, what do you think? Have you lost your tongue? You better find it again soon since you'll need it for the blowjobs as well in addition to speaking!" said Lorraine in an amused voice.
"No, I do not think I want to go that far. I want to be able to be a man again in case I want to." I said in full embarrassment.
"So you have to make your mind up pretty soon," said Lorraine while inserting the needle in my ass-cheek and beginning to inject the terrible liquid. "I know that Ali sent some of these vials to your wife and you already have been taking them for a while. It changes slightly from person to person, but keep well in your mind that about thirty of these will sterilize you, forty five are going to cause some permanent problems with future capability of getting an erection, and after sixty you would be permanently emasculated, just like having orchiectomy. Your round jewels would be there full of plain water and your tiny little penis is not going to be more useful than a clitty is for a girl. So, think about it soon babe!"
I mentally calculated the number of injections I took. I figured Ruth gave me about thirty of them. And the vacation we planned here was for three weeks. That would make a total of fifty-one injections in case I stayed here all the time. That is half way from permanent problems to work properly in the future and definite death of my masculinity. I figured I was probably sterile already! I began hating Ruth.
"Okay babe, the shot has been done. One day less left to your masculinity! Now go and relax. Soon you have to be ready."
I was accompanied to what was supposed to be my small bedroom. There was a closet but I realized I had not clothes with me except for the dress I was wearing. I opened the closet and could see four waitress' uniforms with a golden tag and Jennifer written on it, two pairs of patent leather shoes with five inch heels, underwear, thigh high stockings, garters, etc.
By then I began feeling tipsy. I guess it was the result of the injection. Jee, what kind of a terrible situation this was! I lied on the bed trying to regain my forces and felt a little bit better. Then I closed my eyes and went to dreamland...