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*Knock-knock-knock
Let this bastard be here.
I was standing at the garage door where he sometimes spent time messing with his old cars. It had been almost a year since I became Candy. A year of hellish work at the club — every night feeling those filthy stares, every hour working off my share of the debt. I’d already paid twenty-two thousand. Fifty left. Fifty thousand that felt like an impossible mountain to climb.
— Yeah? — a creaky voice came from behind the door.
— Open up! It’s me! — I shouted, trying to make my voice sound as commanding as possible. Damn, I’m so fucking sick of all this. That voice, these damn tits, these... fucking periods and the daily humiliation! I had no strength left. None.
The door creaked open, and I saw the same blank face of the flesh trader.
— What do you want, girl? Came to please your good old uncle? — he smirked.
I walked in silently, and the door shut behind me. The smell of oil and metal hit my nose. “Girl.” I didn’t even flinch at that word anymore. Over the year, I’d been called everything — “Sweetheart”, “Slut”, “Baby”, “Cutie”, “Bitch”, and a dozen other “affectionate” names I had to take with a smile. And then… please those bastards, pretend I liked it, pray that tonight wouldn’t bring another client who wanted something special — something that would make me cry into my pillow after he left.
I was tired. So tired that every new day felt like torture.
— I need another body, — I said sharply, dropping all unnecessary words. Straight to the point. Like Carl used to do.
The old man burst out laughing, his face wrinkling even more, turning into something like a baked apple.
— Oh, girl, you’re killing me! You’re fucking killing me! — he clutched his stomach. — You just come here, after a year… and say “I need another body”! Ha! Sure, maybe you also want a palace on the coast and a guy with a cock down to his knees, huh?
I clenched my teeth.
— Don’t you dare talk to me about men, — I hissed, and the hatred in my voice made him shut up. He understood the jokes were over.
— Listen up, — I began, stepping closer, my breasts almost brushing against his burned-out overalls. — I’ve been working myself to the bone. A whole damn year. Every night I sell my body. Disgusting clients, fines, club deductions. I’ve almost paid off half of Candy’s debt, and the remaining fifty thousand — that’s an eternity. Another two and a half years of this life! I can’t take it. You have no idea what it means!
I paused, catching my breath. He stayed silent, just staring at me with those deep-set eyes.
— I’ve got money. Saved some. Not all, of course, but I’ve got something. I’m sure there are people who’d give everything for this body! After all, we’re in America, and there’s a whole bunch of fucking trannies, fetish freaks, and other perverts! I’m sure there are those who’d pay to become like me! You’ll find them! And you’ll find me a new body. A male one. Any. I don’t care what it looks like! Just so it doesn’t have all this... — I pointed at my breasts and looked down at my body.