There’s nothing more dangerous than the fever. The
gambling addiction. It consumes you. It becomes an obsessions. That hellish
machine does not stop at your money. It wants your blood, every fiber of your
being. And it makes you do very stupid things.
I have no clue to how much my debt with the casino now amounts to. I lost count of how many dollars I put into the slot machine long before I had been taken to the boss’s office. Of course there was no way I could have repaid such a sum. I was in a very bad predicament. But I couldn’t possibly imagine how bad it actually was going to get.
I mean sure, it could be worse. I expected them to break my legs or god knows what else, like in the movies. Being turned into a woman and being forced to work a waitress at the casino doesn’t seem that bad in comparison.
It has been a lot to get used to though. The hair, the makeup, all the urges of my new body. The worst part probably is to have to wear this ridiculous bunny outfit. It is so uncomfortable, and I feel so humiliated wearing it. But the dress code is very strict, and if I want to get paid I have to comply. I have no idea for how much longer I will be stuck like this before I will have repaid my debt and gone back to being a man. And of course the fever doesn’t help.
Sure, I get paid a pretty good salary by working my ass off here. The problem is that most of that salary doesn’t go repaying my debt. Instead I constantly find myself putting every dime I earn in that fucking slot. If I get a jackpot I could repay all my debt and go back to my old life, but that hellish machine doesn’t want me to win! But I must win eventually. I have to! Otherwise I will be stuck like this for god knows how long!
My shift is now over, but I can’t go back to my apartment just yet. No, first I have to go to the boss office for a… “private service”. Yeah, being a waitress sucks, but having to suck dicks and get fucked to raise some cash is infinitely worse. But it pays well, and god knows how much I need that money.
There’s nothing more dangerous than the fever. It ruined my life. And I still can’t get rid of it.
I have no clue to how much my debt with the casino now amounts to. I lost count of how many dollars I put into the slot machine long before I had been taken to the boss’s office. Of course there was no way I could have repaid such a sum. I was in a very bad predicament. But I couldn’t possibly imagine how bad it actually was going to get.
I mean sure, it could be worse. I expected them to break my legs or god knows what else, like in the movies. Being turned into a woman and being forced to work a waitress at the casino doesn’t seem that bad in comparison.
It has been a lot to get used to though. The hair, the makeup, all the urges of my new body. The worst part probably is to have to wear this ridiculous bunny outfit. It is so uncomfortable, and I feel so humiliated wearing it. But the dress code is very strict, and if I want to get paid I have to comply. I have no idea for how much longer I will be stuck like this before I will have repaid my debt and gone back to being a man. And of course the fever doesn’t help.
Sure, I get paid a pretty good salary by working my ass off here. The problem is that most of that salary doesn’t go repaying my debt. Instead I constantly find myself putting every dime I earn in that fucking slot. If I get a jackpot I could repay all my debt and go back to my old life, but that hellish machine doesn’t want me to win! But I must win eventually. I have to! Otherwise I will be stuck like this for god knows how long!
My shift is now over, but I can’t go back to my apartment just yet. No, first I have to go to the boss office for a… “private service”. Yeah, being a waitress sucks, but having to suck dicks and get fucked to raise some cash is infinitely worse. But it pays well, and god knows how much I need that money.
There’s nothing more dangerous than the fever. It ruined my life. And I still can’t get rid of it.