They Won. I Lost.

I still can't believe what that damn Transgender Gang did
to me.  Those bitches kidnapped me a week before my
wedding to Carmen.  Damn them, I wanted to be a dad,
not some floozy out to please a room full of guys.  But I
guess it's better than being locked up in that room.

I'll never forget that room.  That's where they broke my
spirit...my will to resist them.  Those girls were mean, I'll
tell you.  They kept me chained up for what seemed like
an eternity.  Some of them even beat me a few times.  And
to get food or water, I had to beg to listen to some DVD's.
For food, I had to watch what they called "The Girl Tape."
It was a dumb tape, actually.  And don't even ask me what
was on it because I don't remember.  But I kept asking to
watch it more, and more and more.

And for water, I had to ask for "The Femme DVD." The music
was really weird.  I mean, it made my mind seem like it was
getting an overhaul.  I hated it, but again I kept wanting to
listen to it more and more.

So between those DVD's, and the food they gave me, and the
pills, and all that stuff, I knew what was happening.  I was
being feminized and there wasn't a thing I could do about it.

And then came the lessons, the indoctrination talks and all
of that.  They taught me to please men.  To please men in
many different ways.  If I hesitated, I would be chained back
up again, maybe for a week.  Maybe longer.  I don't know.
The days just seemed all blurred together. 

They won.  I lost, I guess.  After everything was done, that
Transgender Gang, they took my maleness and made me a
female.  This one.

Now I work for the gang, that gang of former guys.  They
sure don't look like guys now though.  Just like I don't.  So
tonight I'm here at this party in the hotel downtown.  I'm
here to--you guessed it--please the guys.

Time for another selfie.  I have to send them one every hour.
There, done.  Now back to work.