“Who's this woman?” asked Roberto, looking at the monitor.
“It's you,” answered the policeman, who was supposed to be looking after him under the witness protection program.
“Oh yeah, real funny,” replied Roberto as he signed the final signature on the contract.
He didn't realise the policeman was being serious, it made no sense. Afterwards he was taken to a special cell and made to take a strange tablet with water. His eyes darkened and he fell asleep.
… some time later …
“Oh god, what was that?” his voice felt strange, it sounded... feminine. He reached for his throat, but stopped when he saw the purple manicure and rings on his hands. He got out of bed, and with it a massive weight pulled on his chest.
He looked down and saw huge tits in a red top, a skirt around his waist, and heels on his feet. What does all this mean? How is it possible? He didn't agree to this, did he?! He realized the cops must be playing some cruel joke on him.
“Oh, Mr. Roberto, or rather Miss Larson. Please forget your old name, from now on you are Miss Emma Larson, a lonely, 40-year-old, small town stripper. You live in a trailer, and have 22-year-old daughter, Kristen, who is also under witness protection. You do not have the right to change back for a year, and you may be required to remain like this for up to 5 years. We advise you stay here, and keep doing your job as efficiently as possible to avoid causing suspicion. Don't fear, we will be watching you...”
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