Not sure where things went wrong. The last three days of our vacation we spent in Amsterdam, and it was my wife who wanted to see the red light district. Who am I to complain?

We went through the narrow streets in the evening, though it wasn't real dark yet. But it was clear where the girls were, behind windows with red lights, either in a chair or standing, mostly in just a bra and panties, often stockings and high heels, sometimes in more elaborate lingerie.

I thought it would be awkward, looking at all these girls, ranking from pretty to beautiful to stunning. But it was fun actually. There were thousands of people passing by, yet the feeling these girls gave was they were interested in me. If I smiled they smiled back, but just as often they smiled first at me or gave me a wink.

I was walking hand in hand with my wife, feeling slightly guilty about the interest these girls had in me. Until I realized she winked and smiled at these girls as well, and even got more reactions out of them, like subtle hand gestures or an air kiss.

It wasn't until we both stopped in front of a window with a girl in the "beyond stunning" category. A perfect skin, perfect figure, lovely face, beautiful hair, and very sexy lingerie, the vinyl bra and panties somehow connected that it had become a one-piece.

I only stared, not aware that my wife had eye contact, and kisses went back and forth. But then I saw her finger, in the universal gesture to come in. I stepped towards the door before I realized what I was doing, but so was my wife, still holding my hand.

In seconds we were inside and the curtain was closed. When the girl started talking I was completely mesmerized, she had the voice of an angel, and her English was perfect in her cute accent. I had read somewhere that these women sometimes have executive daytime jobs, and this woman was probably smarter than the two of us together.

It wasn't until my wife was kissing her French style, before I got out of my funk, with no idea what was agreed on. When she finally broke away, both their lips swollen from passion, my wife said in a husky voice, "Honey, take all your clothes off, I promised her you will eat her out". I didn't even protest, in seconds I was naked, my manhood clearly aroused. The woman, whose name was Carlie I learned, pointed at my dick and showed my wife something, at which she nodded.

Carlie sat down in front of my dick, and for a second I thought she'd give me a blow job first. Instead, she sprayed something extremely cold on my dick and scrotum, and my erection was completely gone. I stared at my tiny piece in disbelief, feeling embarrassed even, when Carlie put some device around it, and a second later I heard a click and she gave a tiny key to my wife. My dick was locked up in a tiny cage.

I looked at my wife, who just nodded at me, her phone in her hand, apparently filming what just happened. Then she pointed her phone at Carlie, who started stripping off her lingerie in a very sensual way. I could feel my member go erect again, despite the cold that was still lingering on the metal cage, but then the pain hit me. There was no room to grow and the pain took all my arousal away.

While I was still contemplating what the pain meant, Carlie told me to step my legs into something and when I did her lingerie was suddenly wrapped around me, my tiny cage showing a small bulge in the panties. I could suddenly feel the bra straps on my shoulders and Carlie's warm hands pushing a cool filling in each cups. I could feel it warm on my chest and looking down I saw now two orbs that looked like real breasts in a bra.

I just couldn't keep up with her as she pulled now a wig over my hair, and started brushing it out like it was my own, as my wife was filming it all. Makeup was next though thankfully nothing elaborate. Apparently she wanted me to have lipstick when I eat her out, I chuckled to myself.

The last thing she wanted was me to wear some of her heels and it amazed me that they fit. My wife had me walk around a bit as she filmed, and I didn't look too clumsy. That's when Carlie sat down on the bed, and spread her legs. My wife pointed at her exposed pussy that seemed glistening wet. And I sat down on my knees between her legs and plunged in.

My wife has always said that my tongue is worth more than my dick. And although I'm not sure if that's a compliment for my manhood, I know I can make her happy any time. And clearly Carlie appreciated it too. She tasted surprisingly well, although the mix with my lipstick was an interesting experience. I licked deep inside her and she pushed her hips up into my face, to urge me deeper. When I looked up a bit I saw my wife on the bed as well, her tongue deep inside Carlie's mouth again.

I added a few fingers to trace Carlie's rear and stimulate her clit and I heard her loud moaning just before a muffled scream when she came.

When my wife pulled away from her, she said only one word, "Me", and she rolled on her back, pulling her skirt up. I didn't hesitate and found her soaked, but her smell familiar as I plunged in. She tasted better as well, it must be the added lipstick.

Carlie had recovered by now and freed my wife's breast and started sucking on her nipples. The combination of two tongues on and inside her was too much, and my wife came hard, squirting fluids in my face. Before I could wipe my face Carlie started licking my face, and sucking every drop of cum from it. And finally my wife got off the bed and turned off her phone, that had apparently recorded everything.

My mind was far away again, thinking how I was dressed as a woman, making two other women come in less than five minutes. It took a while before I finally realized that my wife was telling me to pay Carlie the three hundred euro that I had in my wallet. Except, I had used that money to pay for dinner and a bunch of souvenirs. I had less than one hundred left.

Although Carlie remained nice and polite, it was clear she only took cash. And in seconds she suggested there was a way for me to pay her back. She had a few regulars who loved to go anal, something she didn't do. But I could probably make fifty the way I was dressed. I was scared now, and told my wife to find an ATM and get the rest of the money. They had plenty of them around. Carlie told her five minutes, before she'd make a few calls. And she took the key to my cock cage back.

But my wife didn't return, and another five minutes later two men showed up and I had my first experience at being a prostitute. I lost my anal and oral virginity both at the same time, as the two of them took me front and back. Then for half the price they switched sides and took me again. Carlie comforted me when I cried afterwards but showed me the hundred and fifty I had made. But fifty went to the room owner, and fifty to Carlie for providing the customers, which meant I still owned her five hundred, as a hundred penalty was added, and the clothes and wig costed another one fifty. And my wife had taken my wallet with my cards but also with the cash money I still had in there. A quick calculation told me I needed three customers to make a hundred, so I needed fifteen to pay my debt.

Carlie provided three more regulars, which meant I needed twelve more by sitting in the window myself. She showed me how to redo my makeup after each customer, and put a corset on me to enhance my figure, which also added fifty more to my bill. A sign on the window showed I was transgender who'd do anal, bj's and eat pussy.

I learned how to show my best side, rubbing my bulge and at some point even showing the cage. There was some interest, more when Carlie and I kissed deeply, even more, when at my suggestion, I ate her pussy publicly. But at the end of the night I owned her still two fifty. And that meant I actually owned a man two fifty, as he gave her the money. And she gave him the key to my cock lock.

Dressed as I was I had to go with him. He told me my name was now Aurora and he would hurt me if I didn't answer to it. He dropped me off at what I could only call a butcher. This guy, who told me to undress, had very scary tools and he picked one out and clamped something down on my scrotum. The pain was unbearable and I heard myself scream before I passed out.

When I regained consciousness again, I was in pain all over my body. I checked my crotch first to find my ballsack empty and very painful. I still had my dick, but in a tiny metal tube that was curved backwards between my legs, and through a piercing connected to my skin there. I would have to sit like a woman to pee now. But looking in a mirror I could only conclude that I was a woman now.

My face was changed, it was like makeup was tattooed on my face and I had big red lips. Cock sucker, was my first thought. I no longer had a wig, but my hair was somehow very long. If I pulled it I could feel pain, like it was my own hair. Otherwise I was completely hairless, I had never seen my skin so smooth. And I had breasts, with big nipples, and when I touched them I could feel pain from the surgery they used to add them.

I couldn't believe how narrow my waist was, but from the pain there I imagined it was done through surgery as well. And my hips and rear were wider again, giving me an hourglass figure. My nails were almost an inch long colored the same as my lips, and the same color was also on my toes.

I had a tattoo on my arm, just a letter M in an artistic curl. And when I wondered what that meant, the man who had named me Aurora came in. "I see you're awake. Finally!" he said. "You've been out for two weeks, not making me any money. And you owe me a lot. Two hundred thousand so far, give or take. The surgeries were damn expensive, as was the hair removal and permanent makeup. Plus Carlie skipped out on me, and she owed me forty still. She left the country together with your wife. I thought I'd seen her earlier that day already, making out with Carlie and clearly planning to set you up. But I loved that girl, and she knew I wouldn't go after her, so you're responsible for her forty now. But I think you'll make more than her, as she refused blow and anal jobs. You can do threesomes and later foursomes, once we get that dick of yours also replaced. But that can take a year or so. This is your place now, Carlie's old room. And all her clothes are yours now. So get ready, you're in the window tonight. My name is Marco by the way, that tattoo on your arm makes you mine. Everything you make is mine, I collect each night. Don't trick me, as I know how many customers you take in. In return I feed you and provide anything you need. I'll keep track of your debt and I will let you know when you're free to go. Now get ready!"

And that's how my new life started. Amsterdam is not a bad place to be a prostitute. The other girls are quite friendly, at least the ones that are not on drugs. And Marco was really not such a bad guy, he actually loves me by now. He got me a good doctor that gave me my own pussy which has been quite pleasurable. Added fifty to my debt, but I did become specialized in foursomes, getting each of my holes filled. My nickname quickly became Fourora, and I made three times as much as most girls, in the same amount of time.

My wife did come back one time, a few years later. She apologized for setting me up, but she and Carlie had fallen in love at first sight. And they knew Marco would treat me fairly. Apparently Marco had me sign some papers once that ended my marriage, so she could marry Carlie. I ate her out for free and made her cum three times. I hold no grudges... anymore.