Alberto was terrified. Two strange men, both heavily muscled, had kidnapped him, drove him away in a van, and had now dragged him before a third man, who he understood on some level to be the scariest of all.
He hadn't yet learned the meaning of terror.
"This is the man who molested Consuela?" Kelly asked. Martin nodded.
"You want him alive?"
Martin nodded again. "He's family."
"Just as some who deserve manhood don't have it, so some who have it don't deserve it."
Kelly silently wished that Alberto would obey his commands.
"Alberto, from now on you are a transvestite. You love to wear women's clothes, and you want to be pretty. You love sexually submitting to men and letting them do what they want to you. You particularly love abusive men. Your body will heal very quickly, which is a good thing because the men you are attracted to will beat you."
Alberto was now not very convincingly dressed in a blouse and sequined pants. His face was made up and he wore earrings and jewelry.
Kelly made another wish. Alberto disappeared.
"He's at the Roadrunner, starting his new life. After a year, we'll see if he's learned anything." The Roadrunner was a sleazy bar where men picked up transvestites.