Blossoming Shemale

Eventually, I noticed the light dim, and the glow around the shutters dim. Night was falling. I didn't think I'd be able to sleep in this situation, and I had that thought right up until I fell asleep.

* * *

I think it happened in the middle of the night to disorient me. Being locked up was disorienting enough though.

I woke up to the duvet being pulled off of me. I opened my eyes only to be blinded by a bright overhead light suddenly firing to life.

"Ooh, he's cute. He's going to be stunning." The voice was strange, sort of both feminine and masculine at the same time, like a woman trying to sound manly.

"Who's there?"

"I'm your new best friend darling." I felt someone sit on the edge of the bed, and I felt bare skin rub my arm where it lay above the duvet. The cot depressed heavily, whoever sat down was definitely big. "I do so hope we're going to be friends."

"Where am I?"

"This is a special place, where we make dreams come true." There was an undertone of humour there, and sarcasm. I was very, very afraid.

"I want to go, I want to go home." I still couldn't see.

"I know you do. You all do at first. And some eventually do get to go home. But a lot end up not wanting to. I wonder which one you'll be."

"Why am I here?"

"Well now, that's a very good question, and an interesting one. Some work out quickly why they're here. Some never even ask. Usually the answer is pretty straightforward. But for you, the answer isn't so easy. I don't know all the details honestly, but I gather you upset some people, and they found out about some very upsetting behaviour you've been up to. You've been womanising, using women, abusing your position of power with your secretaries. Then you used your power to make sure they stayed quiet. Does that sound familiar?"

She was talking like she was from the mob or something. I'd never been involved with the mob in any way.