I ain’t never done phone sex before, and if I woulda done it, it sure enough wouldn’t have been no tranny phone sex. Up until six months ago, I was very happy – and I had been all of my life – as a guy, and I ain’t never looked at another guy in that way, cuz I ain’t no faggot. But that was before I was locked up by Jamal up here in the woods somewhere in Arizona. My name used to be Jimmy, and if I’da known what this fella had in mind, I’da never answered the ad to refinish his kitchen! He told me, “I need you to work on my wood,” but I swear to the sweet Baby Jesus, I thought he meant pine or oak.
Every day since I got stuck here, he’s been trainin’ me to do tranny phone sex and makin’ me his little tranny – feeding me these little pills every single day that done made me grow titties! He tied me down and blindfolded me and then, every night, someone came in and shocked the hair out of my face, and now I’m all smooth and, I hate to say it, kinda pretty. I mean…I’d do me ??
But I ain’t no girl! At least, I didn’t think I was, and while I was downright crazy mad when he first locked me in, I’m gettin’ less and less frustrated, so I know I need to get away. I mean, what the hell even is tranny phone sex? He says I gotta pay him back for his “investment” in me and that spreading my ass every night isn’t cuttin’ it no more, so he threw a phone at me today and told me that I had to get workin’ or else!
Please call me! Maybe you can help me make sense of all this – or help me escape!! 1-877-903-TRAN.
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