Martin felt himself get slapped in the face.<br /><br />"Wake up, bitch. I ain't got my full hour yet." A gruff voice grumbled above him. Martin blinked his eyes open, adjusting them to the dull, milky yellow light in a room wholly unfamiliar to him. Standing before him was a man in his mid-40s with a scraggly beard and a protruding gut. He stunk of stale beer and his eyes were bloodshot. He wore only a greasy white t-shirt, and Martin gasped when he saw the man's fully erect penis at attention.<br /><br />The man heard Martin's gasp and chuckled. "It sure is big, isn't it?"<br /><br />"What is going on here? Where am I?" Martin stammered, clutching his throat as he heard a gravelly female voice come out. He felt sharp nails digging into his throat with cold fingers attached to them. Why were they cold? And, more importantly, why was Martin shivering? He was lying in a hard bed inside what appeared to be a cheap motel room. There was a small television, a closet with no clothing, and a woman's plastic vinyl purse tossed on the floor next to the bed. The bedsheets were pulled back, and it was just him and the seedy man inside the room.<br /><br />Martin's back felt much better, as if he had never injured it. His body seemed more lithe and sensitive to the touch, not carrying the baggage of age that he had been so used to enduring as of late. His body felt lighter. He was even more light-headed, shaking from more than the cold it seemed. His crotch felt itchy for some reason. Then, he looked down and shrieked! His fears were confirmed when he saw another person's body where his own should have been.<br /><br />He didn't have any time to examine it closer, as the man in front of him began to lose his patience. "I fucking hate whores. Come on, I'm waiting. Get over here and suck my cock!"<br /><br />Martin's eyes grew wide, understanding now what type of woman he found himself now resembling. He wanted to hurl. He wanted to go back asleep and pretend this was just a bizarre dream.<br /><br />"Dumb, lazy skank. Fine. Spread your legs, I'm going to enjoy this even if you aren't."<br /><br />The man climbed onto the bed and forced Martin's legs apart. The formerly old businessman saw his new breasts bounce wildly as the man flipped him over in bed. Martin was now on his hands and knees, looking down at the pillows such that long, blonde hair dangled into view. He pulled on the hair, still believing that the yanking feeling coming from his head was still part of some hyper-realistic lucid dream or something.<br /><br />Martin remained in a doggy-style position, sobbing quietly as he felt the man's jism seeping out of his new vagina. While he did get some degree of (unwanted) pleasure from the act, he wasn't close to orgasm by the time the man ejaculated inside of him. He felt humiliated, exposed, and confused.<br /><br />"What the fuck?" Murmured the man, pulling up his boxers which he had thrown on the floor. "Ungrateful bitch, you should be thanking me for such a great fucking. Are you still crying? You're worthless, I want my money back."<br /><br />The man stepped into his jeans and shoes and walked over to the nightstand next to the bed. Snatching up a wad of bills, he put it in his pocket and looked over Martin's prostrate figure once again.<br /><br />He licked his lips, wiped his forehead with his t-shirt, and chuckled. "But you do have some great tits and ass. Maybe we should do this again some time. See ya around." He turned and left the motel room. Martin heard the roar of a car engine outside the room, listening to rumbling of the vehicle until it faded away.<br /><br />Martin swept the blonde hair out of his face, deciding to get up and examine his surroundings. Glad to be rid of the unpleasant man who had apparently been in the process of his 'transaction' when he awoke in the young prostitute's body.<br /><br />Wiping the tears from his eyes, he looked blearily into the mirror. <br /><br />He walked back into the bedroom, sifting through the woman's vinyl purse to see what more he could find. Her name was, indeed, Apryl Pleasures, age 35, height 5'4'', weight 90 pounds. According to her driver's license, she lived in an apartment complex not too far away from here. Her face, which was now Martin's face, frowned back in the photo on the identification card.<br /><br />He found a number of items inside Apryl's purse. Condoms. Lipstick and gloss. Loose change. Tampons. A cell phone. Makeup and nail polish. Birth control pills. And $17 in cash. <br /><br />On the floor was Apryl's bra and panties. Sighing, Martin found he had no choice but to put her underwear on for the time being.The panties slid up his thighs and rested snugly over his new snatch but bra he think no need to use.<br /><br />Martin felt exhausted and wanted to go back to sleep. He found a bathrobe and put it on in an attempt to cover up. <br /><br />He stepped outside the room, still only wearing the woman's panties and the bathrobe. Does anything significant happen at this time?<br /><br /><br /><span>If you want see a continue and support me:&nbsp;</span><a class="external" href="https://www.deviantart.com/users/outgoing?https://www.patreon.com/greentg">www.patreon.com/greentg</a>