After sex you're laying in bed with Jonathan.
"That was some good sex babe." He tells you.
"Ya it was!" You giggle.
"Well he'll be coming to get you soon." He tells you flatly.
You think to yourself, who is he talking about? Then it pops into your mind... You made a mistake when you decided to switch with Michelle...SHE WASN'T JONATHAN'S GIRLFRIEND, SHE WAS A PROSTITUE! YOUR PIMP was coming to get YOU.
"By the way, don't you think our last night together was nice?" He asked.
"Last night?" You ask.
"Man you really are stupid, I told you last week that tonight would be the last time I payed for your services." He replied.
Just then there was a knock at the door, and Jon went and answered it. Of course it was your Pimp, Enrique. He was a tall fat man.
"Come on bitch, I don't have all day." He demands.
"I... I don't..." You try to get out.
"You don't wanna come?" He asks.
"No.." You reply.
"Well too fucking bad bitch. How else do you think you'll be able to pay the $400,000 debt you owe me? Plus that number is still raising as you DO get your drugs off me and pay for them through services, thus you're with me for life." He says sounding angry.
Oh my god, not only is this the body of a below, much below average intelligent girl, she...no I am also addicted to drugs? And I am a prostitute. A few months ago I was a carefree man, then I went to being a woman in her lare 30's now I am a 19 year old prostitute.
'Well atleast I get to have sex regularly..' You think to yourself. Oh my god, I'll ENJOY being a whore? I got to get out of this body...and fast!
"Hurry up you cunt!" Enrique yells at you, and then he smacks you in the head alsmost knocking you off your feet, and then grabs your arm roughly and takes you to his car.
It has been three months. Life has been horrible, well you enjoy getting pounded countless times a day and sucking lots of dicks, but DEEP down inside your true self is screaming for help. The phone rings, and you asnwer it.
"Hello Michelle." A familiar voice greets.
"Un, hi?" You respond.
"Don't you remember me? The richest girl in town?" MS. BRONSON says.
"Um, wha?" You say.
"Yea, I love being MRS. Bronson. Yes me an MY husband have patched things up." She replies... You're speechless....