Maria Garcia (no, wait...that wasn't her...his real name! He had to...she had to remember what her real name was...) strutted and wiggled down the road in her high heels, her big butt and sumptuous hips swinging like a streetwalker on the make. She walked so naturally...with such slutty grace and sensuousness...that she didn't notice anything wrong. It just felt so...right to walk like this, with chest thrust out and boobs bouncing.
But she knew something was wrong. She was a MAN! She had to get back to her employer and tell her about how she'd...no, he'd found her son. Found her living as the wife of a Mexican sorcerer named "Gomez Padraza", and having no desire to return to her old life. That sorcerer had captured him...and turned him into a (hot, sexy chica!) female. The boys mother had to help her!
She puffed one cigarette down to the filter, then flicked it away into the dark and lit another. It was so natural.
"That...Mierda!" she cussed, as she strutted down the road, unaware she was sliding from English into sing-song Spanish even in private now. "Cara De mierda! Hijo de la gran puta! I show you, Gomez Padraza! I show you! I gonna get back to th' states an' then I gonna get even wit' you!"
Then she heard a vehicle approaching from behind. She turned and saw the distant headlights in the dark, and she hoped it was a man. She cocked her hips, thrust out her chest and stuck out her thumb, giving her best smile as she did. With luck, she could get a lift to a town and from there...
She was in Texas now. If she could reach the boys mother, she'd be able to convince her of her true identity. The woman seemed to understand that magic existed. Perhaps she could change her back?
The vehicle drew closer. Maria Garcia (what was her real name?) smiled hopefully...and waited.
The vehicle turned out to be a van jammed with college boys returning from vacation. Loud, obnoxious college boys. Obviously drunk and oversexed.
Her thighs began to quiver and her cunt leak juices. She wanted them to take her. To fuck her in every hole all night long, and treat her like the dirty whore she was.
"Well, hello honey! What's a hot little number like you doin' out here all by your lonesome?"
Maria had to play these boys. She needed them. She needed them so badly.
"Hey, ju boys in da mood for some fun? I wass goin' ta th' states wi' my boyfrien', but dat tonto idiota an' me had a fight, an' he toss me out. Kin I get a lift fum ju guys? Ju all so big an' strong..."
As you'd expect, they gave her a lift. And soon...she was doing what her body wanted her to do. Cock after cock pounded in and out of her. Over and over again they went at her, and she loved it. Loved it with every fiber of her being. Soon enough she was sleeping on the floor in the back of the van. Her cunt, butt, nipples and mouth had all been well used, but she didn't mind. The boys had beer and pot, and she'd gotten a solid buzz on. Best of all, they weren't really such bad guys. They'd given her some money, and after all the fuckings some of them had just talked with her. It was nice to hear American voices...even if they had no respect for her. In fact...that seemed to make it all better. She was a dirty, Mexican whore now. She didn't deserve respect...
Somewhere inside her...she was screaming.