"Remember" said Lindsay "Your assignment is "elite" prostitute. You're not going to be some street hooker, giving blow jobs while her pimp takes all the money. You see clients who you choose, when you choose. Your pimp is a business agent, he does background checks on new clients, and he provides security if necessary. But he works for you, not you for him. And, although a lot of your clients aren't exactly going to be dreamboats, your new body is going to be incredibly orgasmic--a lot of them like to think of themselves as studs, so seeing a girl screaming in ecstacy is part of the service. I know this wasn't the job you dreamed of or expected, but look at it this way--you're getting paid to have fantastic sex! How many people can say that?"
I began to think that maybe this wasn't so bad after all.
We reached Lindsay's house. It was obviously the house of a professional who was doing well. How much money did firemen make?
I felt the first signs of chest growth, particularly marked that as my breasts were growing the rest of me was getting smaller.
"Now" said Lindsay. "Let me get you a health shake--the process takes a lot of energy and will make you hungry and thirsty. Unfortunately, one of the downsides of our life is that you have to be careful what you eat--there is a market for fat girls, but its very limited. Best to stay delightfully petite. You'll need to exercise as well--I'll show you my equipment later on. And once you're done, I'll help you get to know your new body better."
Wait a second--did that mean what I think it meant?
Lindsay was smiling. "That's my favorite part of being a mentor." she said.
