Bruno Barrera had had a hard knock life that was sadly all too typical. Impoverished background. Neglectful
parents. Gang warfare infesting his neighborhood like a plague. It's no wonder he ran away from home at the
age of twelve and never looked back. He spent three months on the streets, near starvation, when he saw an
opportunity. A man in a Mercedes found him one day begging for work. He took Bruno in, fed him, clothed him,
and gave him a nice home. Bruno robbed him blind when he sleeping in gratitude. Try as he might, he couldn't
live with all those rules. The boy who came from a fractured fun house mirror version of a Charles Dickens
story eventually grew up to become a violent and hair trigger tempered thief.
He thought that the home he had broken into in the center of upper middle-class suburbia was empty. He was
wrong. Some pretty teenage girl maybe five or six years younger than himself was cooking in the kitchen,
standing over the stove while dancing to some piece of shit bubblegum pop on her iPod. Oh well, a little
collateral damage never hurt Bruno. He has a clean record. On the other rare occasions that somebody had been
home alone, he would either pistol whip(if they were male) or rape(if they were female) them into submission,
but he had a feeling that this one would follow orders quietly. Suddenly and unpredictably, the girl turned
around and saw Bruno intruding upon her living space, and she screamed. Bruno pulled out a stolen Desert Eagle
and told her to STFU or else. The girl complied, taking the earbuds to her headphones out of her ears and let
the headphones rest on her collar bone. Bruno then led the girl upstairs to her room, and he took out a bowie
knife demanding to know where the money and valuables were.
***
(Bruno's POV)
This girl wasn't talking. She was too scared. Either that or she's a helluva actress. I was betting on the
latter. I've seen genuinely scared women in my line of work before, and this girl had a kind of "controlled"
feeling about her. Call it a hunch. So I pressed the bowie knife deeper into her throat to where she coudln't
breath, let alone holler, and then little rivulets of blood started to pour down her neck. I gazed into her
eyes to witness the sweet smell of fear, but I saw not fear, but anticipation. Her eyes were locked on
something right in front of her. WTF was she looking at?
I turned around and saw two other girls around the same age as her standing in the doorway. Both were
brunettes, but one was darker haired than the other. The first one was cradling an old(read: expensive)
looking bottle in her hands, like out of Aladdin or something.
“How did you get in here!?” I screamed
“I could ask you the same question" said the girl with the lamp.
Smartass cunt.
“I don’t know who you bitches are. Do you expect me to believe you’re a genie?”
“You’ll believe soon enough.”
“Give me something valuable; or this girl gets it!”
“So you want to be rich, is that it?” she asks me. I had enough of these games. I needed to get out of here.
The cops were probably already on their way once someone noticed the jimmied side door.
“Yes! Give it to me now!”
“Indulge me a little.” Smirking, I said, “Say that you wish you were rich.”
“I wish I was rich!”
And that's all I remember of my old life.
***
I woke up in a huge canopy bed that could fit eight people on it. I turned to my right and saw a huge window
overlooking a beautiful pond. I looked down at myself, and I was wearing a black nightie.
"Holy shit, I'm a woman!" I shrieked in a loud but high pitched, decidedly feminine voice.
Everything about me was soft and sensual. I touched my slender, smooth arms with my brand new delicate,
ladylike hands. The skin felt just as silky as the black nightie covering my breasts. I had shrunk a few
inches, going from six foot even to a more sensible for a woman 5'5, and I looked like I had lost a shit ton
of weight and bulk. My hair was longer now. Grabbing a handful, I saw that the hair remained the same color it
had been before, a solid black, and my judging by my skin tone, my ethnicity still seemed to be the same(I'm
Spanish with a little bit of Mexican).
Where the hell was I?