Camino para El Dorado

Janet saw the door open and thought it was a sign of fate ordering her to fulfill her new role.

Thee first thing was first of all to get rid of the old stuff hanging all over her body: definitely the old Janet was now a male and males don't need flowery socks and panties decorated with little hearts.

Once through the door, the flickering yellow bulb of a table lamp illuminated a khaki mattress, among boyband posters, tequila bottles and glittery pink notebooks.

A loose chain and an open padlock dangled from the open door showing that someone had tried to have some security but had clearly done a disservice.

Lying on the mattress, smelling of pussy and dread, a nice pair of hips with two tiny beige feet squirmed softly muttering "Come, come to me, I need you so much..." as the pastel green coverlet covered all of her above her waist .

The state of the room was deplorable, but the state of the unknown woman did not inspire even an iota of pity in the alpha male who had just entered there.

Jerome, the former protective and reserved Karen who until yesterday would have been incapable of taking a second look at a woman, was drooling over that giant toy crammed into the white lingerie of the sleeper in front of him.

From the tattoo on his legs, a gardenia dotted with little stars, the teenage rebelliousness of a naive girl from a conservative family, Jérôme now knew who was the face behind those curves: it was Regina, the least bad of bad girls.

In provisional release from any morals or fears, Jerome, never again Janet, scratched his beard and scratched his balls before the treasure hunt.

Regina, the well-born Colombian, didn't know it but her hard-on tempered with desperation was a side effect of Jerome's powerful pheromones.

Taken by a sudden violent orgasm, Regina woke up and...