harvest of prostitutes: From Sheriff to Trans Whore

Not long ago Abel had been appointed town commissioner. Maybe that's why he still felt that excess of professional zeal that every newcomer shows. He had a self-imposed obligation to walk the streets, a little to feel that he was doing his job, and a little so that the neighbors would see him. In the case of such a small town, which barely exceeded 3000 inhabitants, it was almost necessary for everyone to know it and see it daily, especially fulfilling its functions. This morning in particular, there was a beautiful spring sun, and the air was cool and pleasant. As he walked, he tried to identify all the fellow citizens, a little out of boredom and a little to fulfill his need to feel protective of the community. Passing by on the opposite sidewalk, he thought he saw the baker's son, dressed somewhat strangely, since it seemed to be quite feminine clothes. In a small town of this size, if the boy was gay, everything was going to be very complicated for him. He couldn't help but feel sorry for the boy. He even thought that, perhaps, the time would come when he would have to intercede, from his official role, to defend him from any possible attack since the mentality of the people in these places is usually quite retrograde. But, contradicting his thoughts, at that moment a car stopped next to the boy, while giving him two honks to get his attention. Then the young man looked towards the car, smiled seductively and walked with a feline walk until he reached the passenger door, opened it and got in. He barely sat down, his head disappeared into the driver's lap, who immediately reflected on his face the pleasure he experienced, surely because of the blowjob the boy was giving him. Now it turns out that everyone likes effeminate boys, thought Abel, who kept walking, absorbed in the thoughts of what he had witnessed.

The call on his cell phone brought him out of his thoughts. He looked at the screen and saw that it was his wife. "Hi my love. How are you?”, He was heard on the other end of the line. "Quiet. Doing the morning tour of the town. You?” the policeman retorted. “Worried. I need to ask you a favor. I was just with my brother and I noticed... weird. I don't quite know how to explain it. Could you talk to him and tell me if it's my idea or if you also notice something? ”, Were the words of his wife, who by the tone of her voice seemed more concerned than she recognized. “Yes, no problem, but tell me what you noticed. That way I have an idea about what topic to talk to him about”, the commissioner tried to investigate. “I don't know… weird. Like closest to me. Talking about topics that never bothered him and now seem important to him. If I tell you more I will influence you. Chat with him and tell me what you think, please, "replied the woman, adding a share of dramatic suspense to the whole issue. "Okay, do not worry. I'm near the house, so I'll take a walk now, that way I'll leave you more calm, OK?” Abel tried to calm her down. "Thanks. I await your call, ”the woman replied dryly, before ending the call.

It took him just two minutes to walk the four blocks that separated him from his brother-in-law's house. When he arrived, he knocked on the door as he had always done. The boy was a bit neglected, and the doorbell had stopped working years ago. Opening the door, the commissioner couldn't help but blurt out: "Carlos... what a change of 'look'...!" The boy was wearing a super-tight, natural-colored t-shirt, and instead of the classic dirty and worn jean with which I had always seen him, he wore khaki shorts, quite short, while on his feet he only wore canvas sneakers White with beige details. His haircut looked like something out of a magazine, and he was styled to perfection. He was simply the antithesis of what the young man had always been, that in his scarce 24 years of life, he had never shown the slightest concern about his appearance, even until the previous week, when he had seen him for the last time, while the The boy checked the refrigerator, complaining that because of his lack of a job, he didn't have much to eat. "Hello, brother-in-law. No offense, but now I prefer 'Charlie'", replied the boy. The policeman looked at him and understood perfectly what his wife's concern was. “Are you okay?” was the only thing Abel managed to ask. “Sure, divine, I'm great. I have never been better. I finally know where I want to go in my life. At last I am clear about what I want”, the boy released, in a highly effeminate tone and manner, finishing awakening the investigative instinct of the policeman, especially due to the use of that “divine” that was not his own at all and that , added to the whole picture, was highly suspicious. The boy continued speaking, unperturbed: “I had never seen you in uniform, brother-in-law. How well it suits you. Those short sleeves let your biceps show off,” Charlie said, as his fingers traced the ripped muscles of the commissioner's arms, who froze at the action. "You should go to the boutique to see some more seductive clothes for when you're in 'civilian,'" the boy said, smiling while caressing her arms, now with marked lasciviousness. “Boutique? Where is there a boutique?” asked the surprised curator. "Ernie's... Before it was Don Ernesto, but the old man became sexy and modernized," the boy retorted. Ernie? Is it a boutique now? It was always 'the clothing store' ”, replied the policeman jokingly, to whom, at that moment, his face was transfigured. "I have to go," said the commissioner, taking a step back, when his brother-in-law's hand tried to go from his arm to his chest, while he stared into his own eyes, and with a seductive and enigmatic smile, he passed the tongue over lips. The boy was faster than him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, something that, unlike in big cities, in the village it was not customary to do between men. As a farewell, the boy blurted out: “I hope you come back to visit me soon, brother-in-law. I'll wait for you one of these afternoons, to have a coffee or chat… ”, he said, emphasizing the last word while he slightly arched his back, sticking out his tail, as if he wanted to give another meaning to what he had just said.

The policeman left the house as fast as he could, and immediately called his wife. “I just left your brother's house. You are right. Something weird happens. Did he say something to you?”, the commissioner unraveled, without even greeting her. “No, he only told me that he was chatting with the doctor for a long time and that, finally, he understood many things, but he didn't tell me anything else. What did you notice?” Was the woman's response, in an anguished tone of voice. Should she answer him with the raw truth? Your brother is completely fucking. What effect would it have on her? Would it really be true? Could he in just one week have transformed like this? Had it always been like this and for a chat he decided to show himself? She was the second person he saw today who had clearly decided to come out. In a town of 3000 inhabitants. What are the chances? He decided to investigate a little more before saying anything to his wife. He tried to reassure her, as he walked to his office in the center of town, which was no more than two blocks from the boy's house, to sort out his ideas a bit, search the internet and then draw a conclusion, already with more information in his hands. hands.

He was quite deep in thought when he passed by the clothing store. Something caught his attention. Don Ernesto, the owner of it, had been widowed a couple of years ago. That had plunged him into a deep depression, which was reflected both in his business and in the merchandise he sold and, as the only place that sold clothes in town, in the clothing of all the inhabitants. But now, something had changed. Abel approached the window, and was stunned by the change. Powerful lighting, but very warm, framed the careful windows that exhibited modern and daring models of women's clothing. Not a single male garment was seen either in the windows or on the mannequins. Inside, he could see Miguel, the baker's other son, absorbed in contemplating a minimal black lace thong, which Don Ernesto showed him and explained to him with pompous gestures and a big smile. The boy passed his fingers delicately, as if wanting to feel that little piece of fabric down to the smallest detail, while his eyes did not move. Then he saw that the shopkeeper offered him to go to a changing room, and the boy took the thong and several other clothes and entered the cubicle. The commissioner took advantage and entered the store and, upon reaching the back counter where a smiling Ernesto greeted him, he could see that even the male mannequin was dressed in women's underwear. The policeman found this really strange, and facing the owner, he asked: “and this? Was he wrong, Don Ernesto? Isn't this a male mannequin?" Smiling even more, the fifty-year-old replied: “oh, but how structured you are. You have to relax a little more, Abelín. Can I call you Abelin? You are so tense. You could go visit the doctor, right? Maybe he can give you something or recommend an activity for you to relax.” The commissioner immediately remembered the words of his wife: "... he went to see the doctor..." At that moment, Miguel came out of the changing room, smiling broadly, to come face to face with the policeman, who remained speechless, looking at him. The boy looked completely shaved and was wearing a thong, seductive fishnet stockings held in place by garters that hooked directly onto a lace and silk corset with a frame that cinched at his waist and covered his midsection and ended just below his thighs. pectorals, which under the pressure looked like a pair of incipient titties. The boy let out a gasp of surprise, and returned to the changing room closing the curtain untimely. The commissioner looked at the shopkeeper, who maliciously told him: “it's the fashion now in the town. It's not the first and it certainly won't be the last. Personally, I think it looks great on him. very sexy Returning to the subject, I recommend that you go talk to the doctor, who can surely help you. ” Trembling, unable to generate a reaction, Abel walked out, almost stumbling, with terror installed on his face.

Out on the street, the policeman hurried toward his office. Upon entering, he found his assistant looking at something on the internet and, greeting him almost out of obligation, ran to his office. On the way, he passed the only cell they had where, since the night before, the town drunk had been, who had just woken up. “You have to believe me. That brothel is a front. They do something to people, there”, the drunk shouted. The policeman looked at him, shocked. He turned his eyes to his assistant, who, with a sly smile, told him: “Don't listen to him, boss. Remember when you saw aliens.” The commissioner stammered: “brothel? What? Where? Here in the town? You can't…” The assistant approached the commissioner, as if seeking privacy to confess a secret: “no, it's outside the town, so it's not restricted by municipal regulations. It's brand new, just opened no more than three or four weeks ago. There are already many regulars. Interested in meeting him, boss? I have to admit that I went yesterday and, to be honest, I want to go back today. Maybe I'll do it after my shift is over. And don't worry about this drunk... remember that time he came to denounce aliens, it turned out that it was a circus that had come to town. Abel looked at him disdainfully, and said, “I can't tell you anything about what you do in your free time, but as a law enforcement officer, it's not highly recommended that you get involved in such activities. Try not to be seen by anyone when you go.” Marcelo, the assistant, retorted: “difficult, boss. Yesterday when I went, almost half of the men from the town were there. What happens is that the doctor is promoting that place, and that is making it very popular.” This time all the alarms went off in the cop's head. Instead of heading to his office, he decided that he should go question the doctor and get more information on what was going on. Why did the doctor recommend that brothel and what was its relationship with the coming out of the closet of so many people in the town? He'd counted three this morning alone, but he'd also found the shopkeeper...suspicious. From his cell, the prisoner kept shouting: “but it was true about the aliens. You didn't believe me, but it was true. And now the brothel too. They do something to men. Don't go, commissioner!"