Go home

When the orgasms subside, you just feel dirty and gross. While your body may be female and hard to control at times, your brain was all still straight male. You were absolutely disgusted with yourself. You had just fucked a stranger for $300 US dollars, which you shoved into your pocket as you headed back to the beach. You'd made another $300 on stage with your strip. That was $600 in about an hour.

But you weren't a woman, you were a straight man with a cock! Then you saw your reflection in a mirror and had to look at the ground.

You'd pieced some of your story together before leaving the club. Not the how you had come to be here, but the background of this body you found yourself in. You were somewhere off the coast of central America on a small but busy little tourist island. You owned the Club Paradise, which was the biggest money maker on the island. In fact, according to the financial records you looked through in the office, in brought in over a million dollars a year after you paid the staff.

You'd lost your life, your wife and your dick, but in exchange you'd gotten more money than you'd ever dreamed of and a beautiful new body. Still...you longed to lay down next to your wife and take a nap. In that life you were middle aged, out of shape and bald, barely keeping all of your bills paid and hadn't had sex with your wife in six months, but it was your life.

You let yourself into your beach house and locked the door behind you. You started looking around the house for a phone, deciding that you needed to hear your wife's voice.