Juanita going to work

Jon could only stand there and take in all his changes. He held his brown pillowy breasts in his hands and felt his new much rounder derrier. "I am . . . so thick," he muttered in his new accent. His daintier hands with smaller nails felt the flat part of his dress where his cock used to be, then lower down to the hem which revealed smooth dark brown legs that men loved to touch. Jon knew this because men loved to touch them. And to suck on his big nipples. The very thought was making him wet. The more Jon thought about his new body and the new memories of enjoying it, the more the name Juanita sounded right.
"Karyn es muy mal," Juanita muttered. "I no es punta."
"Actually," Karyn said. "You're a whore. And a very good one. Now be nice to this guy." Karyn pointed at the man who had tried to help Juanita back when she was Jon. "I just wished for him to be your new jon. I thought you'd want to thank him for being so chivalrous."
Juanita tried to remember where she heard the word "chivalrous" before. She was having so much trouble remembering her English. All her thoughts wanted to be in Spanish. "Karyn. No es remember we were friends . . . amigas?"
Karyn shook her head and smiled. "I wouldn't be friends with an old whore like you, Juanita. Just take this guy somewhere and show him a good time. I wished he'd have enough money to give you both what you need." Karyn laughed and walked away with her new best friend Sarah McMillan.
Juanita turned and saw her friend Ai-li (the former Alan) snuggling up to their new client. Juanita remembered that they'd serviced many men and women together, but she also remembered being a white teenage boy and that this life was wrong.
"Oh, you feer so beeg," Ai-li was telling the man. "You beeg Merican man?"