Jenna saw a young woman, obviously looking the worse for wear, sitting on a bench outside a club. She sat by her to see if she was ok. It turned out the woman was really confused. She went into the club as a man...

Mike, now Mikki, hadn’t a clue what was going on. She was so confused…

‘He’d’ gone to the club on a friend’s recommendation, looking for a way to unwind. He’d been enjoying the evening when someone had come up to him…

She didn’t know it, but that was over a month ago. Her memories of that night were hazy, distorted. Bright lights, a burst of pain, then nothing…

She’d woken up sitting on the bench, realising that she was a woman for the first time, totally confused.

She looked down at the clothes she was wearing. Boob tube, fishnets and a rubber skirt, as well as a pair of heels that she wasn’t sure she could even walk in. What the heck was going on…?

She went to wobble to her feet, then fell back down onto the seat as she tried to take her first steps. These heels were a killer…!

She struggled to undo the straps. There was no way she was able to cope with those damn shoes…!

Eventually pulling the shoes off, she went to get up on her stockinged feet. That was when Jenna sat down alongside her.

“Are you alright?”, she asked.

“No, and I don’t think I will be ever again…!”, said Mikki. She’d had enough. She just started sobbing…

Jenna tried to comfort Mikki as best as she could. The young woman was obviously in difficulties, and she seemed really upset.

“What can I do to help?”, Jenna asked.

“I’ve no idea”, said Mikki, sniffling. “I don’t even know how I ended up a girl…”

“What do you mean?”, said Jenna.

“When I went into that club, I was a man. Michael Hailey. I just wanted a night off. Now, look at me. I’m a damn hooker…!”

“No, you’re not. You’re just a confused young woman.”, Jenna said, holding out a hand.

Mikki took it, gratefully.

“Thank you for caring”, she said…

Jenna offered to buy Mikki a coffee, so they could carry on chatting. With a laugh, she also offered to buy her a pair of flats…!

A quick visit to a shoe shop later, Jenna and Mikki were sitting in a café. Jenna then got Mikki to tell her her story. Hesitantly, she did…

“An old friend of mine invited me out for an evening. I was told I was being too ‘fun deprived’. This was when I was still Michael. I agreed to go, and we actually ended up having a good time. This was at the club you found me sitting outside.”

She shivered, then continued.

“We were dancing and partying heavily. Someone must have slipped something in my drink. I woke up like this…”

She gestured at herself.

“This is the only set of clothes I’ve got, now. Also, how the hell am I going to go back to work like this? The college will be expecting Michael Hailey, Literary Professor, not Michelle Hailey, hooker…!”

Mikki broke down.

“How the hell am I supposed to carry on like this?”, she asked. “There must be a way back…!”

The college tried to be very understanding; however, photographs of Michelle in her hooker outfit had already circulated on Facebook from people seeing her on the bench outside the club. It didn’t help that she hadn’t had time to go clothes shopping; she had turned up in the same outfit…

“I’m sorry, but the college cannot afford the negative publicity, especially with the age range that you teach”, the principal said. “We’re going to have to let you go. There will be a generous settlement for your past service.”

“But it wasn’t my fault! None of this is; I didn’t even want to be a woman…!”

Mikki protested, to no avail. The principal’s mind was made up.

 Sadly, she walked out of the office.

To her surprise, Jenna was waiting for her outside.

“What are you doing here…?”

“I thought you would need a friend…”

Jenna reached out to Mikki.

“Come on, let’s take you shopping for some real clothes. I’ll buy you lunch as well, my treat…”

Mikki loved the way that Jenna was treating her.

They were acting like sisters, cheering each other up, bouncing ideas off each other, laughing and joking together. Then she found out it was much more than sisters…

Jenna came into the changing room with her. She felt the zip of her rubber skirt going down, after the fastener was undone…

Mikki shivered, but not from fear. From desire…

She spun round and kissed Jenna. Jenna responded in kind…

They nearly got thrown out of the shop; they just managed to stop themselves having full-on sex in the changing room in time.

Swallowing, Jenna helped Mikki on with her new dress…

“Wow”, was all she said.

Mikki was a vision; her red dress fitted her perfectly and left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

“That’s more like it”, Jenna said, hugging her.

She paid for everything; Mikki had literally nothing but the clothes on her back. She’d got back from the club to find her flat empty, all her belongings gone. Outside the college which she had just been let go from, no-one seemed to even know that Michael Hailey existed.

Michelle (Mikki) Hailey, however, had a Police record. For prostitution. She’d been arrested three times offering herself; once to an undercover detective.

Mikki cried as she found out.

“That’s not me!”, she wailed. “I’m not like that…!”

Jenna just held her as she cried on her shoulder…

Seeing as Mikki no longer had anywhere to live, as there were no records of her ever owning a flat, Jenna let Mikki stay with her.

Then she had a surprise…

Mikki felt that she had to thank Jenna for her help. Personally…

Jenna awoke one night to find Mikki in bed with her, gently spooning her. Damn, she was really turning her on…!

Throwing caution to the winds, Jenna made love to Mikki, passionately. Mikki still had Michael’s feelings, i.e. she was really into women; Jenna was an attractive woman. Simple, really…

Jenna decided it was time to teach Mikki a bit of discipline. After all, it was her fault that Michael was Mikki in the first place…

She had bought a few items from a well-known adult website. All locking, and all in rubber…

She caught Mikki when she was half asleep and slipped something in her tea. Mikki was soon fast asleep on her shoulder…

Jenna picked up Mikki and carried her through to the bedroom. She then dressed her back up in her original ‘hooker’ outfit. Then she brought out the hood…

The rubber hood left Mikki’s eyes and nose uncovered but firmly gagged her. It also allowed for small ear buds to be fitted.

Jenna then shackled Mikki’s wrists behind her back and fitted a spreader bar between her legs. She then waited for Mikki to wake up…

Mikki stirred, tried to groan, then realised she couldn’t open her mouth. Her hands were also stuck behind her back, somehow…

She was suddenly alert, wide awake, and terrified. What the fuck?

Jenna came into the room, wearing a black latex catsuit. She ran her hands up and down Mikki’s stockinged legs…

“Let’s see how good a hooker you really are, shall we?”, she said…

Mikki grunted, frantically trying to tell Jenna this was all wrong, she wasn’t a hooker! However, she couldn’t deny that this was arousing her; but only because it was with Jenna.

Jenna then reached under Mikki’s skirt, and flicked a switch…

The vibrator between Mikki’s legs buzzed into life. She gasped, then started moaning…

Jenna spread herself over Mikki, looking straight into her eyes. She then started playing with her nipples under the boob tube…

“Tell me you’re not enjoying this, and I’ll stop”, she said.

Mikki just rubbed up against her, moaning loudly…

After, Jenna just undid everything and packed it away, not saying a word.

Mikki didn’t know whether to slap her or kiss her.

In the end, she did both…

Mikki did get her own back, however. The next time, Jenna was the hooker…

As they snuggled together on the sofa, Jenna looked straight into Mikki’s eyes.

“I have a confession, Michael. I knew it was you all along. I paid for this to be done to you, because I wanted you. I could always see the gorgeous woman that you could be…”

“But, did you have to make me a hooker?”, asked Mikki. “Something classier would have been a lot better.”

“For whom?”, Jenna asked, simply. “You, or me?”

“Oh, I see…”, said Mikki. “In that case, I’m just the way you wanted me to be. Hopefully, that means you love me.”

“Of course it does, you twerp!”, said Jenna. “You turned out perfectly.”

Mikki snuggled up against Jenna, who started stroking her head.

“Now, come here and show me how much you appreciate it…”, said Jenna, smiling…