meanwhile...one week later...
Dolores was in ecstasy!
She still knew she used to be a teenager named Sharon, and that she'd loved a boy named Jon (who was now a Canadian retard named Rudolph, and living in a home for the mentally challenged) and that her current life and habits had been forced on her by her and Jon's former friend Pete, but none of that mattered at all. Pete had changed her, then made her love the changes, and that was all that mattered.
Delores was a Hispanic name, and now Sharon looked the part. To go with her gigantic, F-Cup breasts, her skin was now a cinnamon brown and her hair was long, thick and jet black. To enhance her newfound love of anal sex, her butt has swelled and blossomed, becoming a full, projecting rump of legendary proportions. She was shaking it right now, wiggling her butt in the face of her client as she danced for him. After all, she was now a stripper. It was her calling. It was her life.
"Hey, buddy! You likes dat? Dis th' kinda ass yah gonna dream 'bout for th' resta yah life!" she purred as she danced. Pete had wished her to New York, and somehow she'd become a native New Yorker. She had a drivers license and everything! She knew that she wasn't really a skanky, Hispanic stripper from the Bronx, but she also knew that she loved it.
She spun around and stuck her big tits in his face, jiggling them against his cheeks and inviting him to leap atop her. He did so, and she rolled on her front and arched her butt into the air, hissing "Yah gonna take me fum behind foist, mista. Delores jus' loves gettin' it up th' butt!"
Hours later she was sitting in her cheap, two-room apartment and trying to focus on her situation again. She looked at her license and smiled. Just as Pete had wished, she was now obsessed with anal sex, and she discovered that she'd been in a dozen porno movies already. She gazed at the license, and the name "Delores Buttz" now seemed so right for her. She'd decided that even if she could help Jon and get her revenge on Pete, she'd still stay Delores de Rump. It was the perfect name, and the perfect life for her.
She inspected the large, greasy wad of loose bills she'd gotten as tips over the last week, and she counted them again. She'd found that, while Sharon may have been all smart and shit, Delores wasn't the brightest bulb in the tree, and it took her three tries before she determed that she was holding almost six-hundred dollars in her hand. That should be enough to get her back to where Pete lived. Or maybe, she should try and rescue Jon/Rudolph first?
She lit a cigarette (Delores Buttz smoked alot, even though Sharon never had) and puzzled over it all. What should she do? Maybe she should keep dancing for another couple of weeks? She'd had another offer to be in a porno ("Butt Luver" part 6) and that would be both fun and profitable. She just wasn't sure what to do. What if she stayed so long, that she forgot about Pete and Rudolph? She was already forgetting that she'd ever been a white girl named Sharon. If she stayed in New York too long, would she forget everything?
She wondered, as she fondled her big ass, what sort of changes Pete had made back home.
