Sandra stood on the street corner in her short skirt open crotch panties and people bra and knee-high boots waiting for her first customer of the night.
She could not help once again thinking back to the days before she was a woman.
Back to the days when she was a man called Anthony.
Back to the days where she lived in a comfortable apartment a well paid job and a sports car in the garage.
She thought back to how she had lost everything in the financial crash and had to sell her handsome well toned male body and her bankers knowledge and her private education to pay off the IRS.
She thought back to when she had purchased this body on the second-hand body market with the last of his money be for the IRS impounded his.
She thought back to her new life as a woman with no education no qualifications and a criminal record for prostitution.
She thought back to all the great ideas of making a new life making a success of it in this body.
But despite all her best efforts to improve herselfs she found herself back on the street corner doing you only work she know how to do.
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