The Red Lights district

Adam had heard some rumors about the Red Lights district, where he had some odd rumors about some of the brothels there. Most of them were as any other brothel, but sometimes, the whoremongers without strict ties to friends, jobs, or family would not return from the more shady establishments.

Adam had heard rumors about one particular brothel, the Galley, and he knew what he was destined for; even the simple thought of being **** into becoming a woman, already aroused him somewhat, but the thought of his transformation being **** (in as far as you can name it that when you choose to go there yourself) and working for a man more powerful than he could ever be made him absolutely flustered.

Adam knew what he had to do. They wouldn't just pick him out at random, since a brothel is still a business, and still needs actual clients. He'd need to look like a good option. He went to the bathroom, undressed, and glared at himself in the mirror. The thought of his face transforming into a cute whore-face, a bitch available for all, with a pair of tits men would die for, turned him from aroused and flustered into downright horny. With an erection, he started to shave his legs, and fit himself into the tightest clothes he could find.