[TG] Pete's Spicy New Life - Part 1 (Commission)

Commissioned by TJ

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An arrogant mugger decides to rob the wrong person and ends up in a reality where he and all the members of his gang are hookers. 

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Pete held the knife almost lazily; the man in front of him was trembling like a leaf trying to open his wallet. It was pathetic really, even calling this limp noodle a man was an insult to proper men like himself. He could easily beat the guy into submission, the knife was overkill but he still liked to use it, meant these things went faster.

"Hurry up, mate." Juan threatened, stabbing his own knife forward, "we ain't got all day."

"S-sorry, I'm just getting it! Here, here take it all just please let me go."

God there were actually tears in his eyes, Pete should stab him just for that. The dude could use toughening up, but that would mean cleaning his knife and likely a bigger fuss made when this wimp inevitably filed a police report. In his many years mugging, he'd learned the police rarely had the time to investigate a stolen wallet or watch but the second they got a whiff of grievous bodily harm or attempted murder, they were on you like a blood hound. There was no way Pete was risking a jail sentence for this idiot. Even if messing him up a bit was tempting. He grabbed the cash, jerking his head to the side and letting the man pass, listening to him whimper all the way. Juan, his partner in crime laughed watching the wimp run, tossing his knife in the air before catching it again.

"Like taking candy from a baby, pareja"

"Too right." Pete shook his head, shuffling through the notes, "fucker only had forty bucks on him though. If we want cigs and booze tonight, we're gonna have to step up our game."

"Better get to it then, Jake's been in a foul mood ever since Sandy dumped his ass and I for one want him nice and drunk so we can actually have a pleasant evening."

Jake had been the ringleader of their little gang since Juan and Pete were kids. With his white blond hair and baby blue eyes, Jake was a natural charmer who used his silver tongue and pretty boy looks to get them out of all sorts of trouble. He was a natural leader and so Pete and Juan had naturally fallen in line behind him. It was the way he liked it, honestly; Pete with his heavy set muscle, dark skin and piercing eyes was much more suited to being a heavy hitter and Juan’s curly brown hair gave him a wild energy that intimidated most people into surrendering with just one look. Between the three of them, there was no job they couldn’t pull.

That’s how things had started, almost a decade ago now, just the three of them, then slowly others joined till they were a full on gang. They didn't have a name or anything, they weren't dumb enough to start claiming territory or going up against any of the major players in the city but they'd carved themselves out a nice little niche. Occasionally acting as hired muscle to the big guns for coin or running a bit of dope here and there. In exchange the big bosses let them mug and steal all they liked so long as they never got too big for their britches. It was a good life, till Jake's whore decided to ditch him and send him into a violent rage spiral which they frequently took the brunt of.

"Yeah, let's hit some cashed up idiot who's in the wrong part of town and get going. I'm starving."

They exited the alley and began wandering, eyes darting from person to person as they looked for a good mark. The other key to not getting caught while mugging was picking the right target. One like old noodle arms, who wouldn't find back. After a few minutes Juan nudged him, head nodding towards a woman in a purple dress, a pearl bracelet snug around her wrist. Definitely somebody not from the area, wearing something like that was basically an open invitation to pick pockets and guys like them.

Judging from the rest of her ensemble, and the fact that she was heading for the red light district Pete guessed she was a prostitute. Perhaps a high end one who had hit hard times, hence the fancy bracelet. He smirked; when he was younger, Pete had been reluctant to mug women, it seemed scummy somehow. Then Juan had pointed out they were, by most definitions, scum bags anyway, why draw the line at snooty women? Especially snotty women who made easy money lying on their backs all day.

They walked several metres behind, waiting for the perfect time to pounce. As she turned into a small side street the two friends grinned at each other; Pete was already calculating how much they could pawn that bracelet for. Like a well oiled machine they sprang into action, Juan slipping away to cut off her exit should she make a run for it while Pete ran ahead, sliding himself past the woman and blocking her exit.

"Hey babe. You seem a little lost." He grinned slyly, "Do you need directions?"

The woman looked at him, her eyes were a vibrant shade of green that almost seemed to glow in the dim light of the alley. He felt a stab of disappointment when they didn't widen in fear; that was half the fun of doing this after all. Instead, she looked almost bored.

"I'm fine, thank you for asking." Her voice had a level of daring in it, those eyes turning hard as if to challenge him.

That was something he could not abide. She moved to pass Pete and his arm snapped put, grabbing her firmly by the wrist. He hated arrogant chicks like this, they needed to learn their place.

"I don't think you understand." He said slowly, "I am graciously offering to give you directions. In exchange, why don't you hand over that pretty bracelet. And your purse, as an apology for your attitude."

Pete was still waiting for that fear in her eyes and the feeling of power it gave him but it didn't come. There was no tremble in her limbs even as he held them tight, those eyes were defiant and it pissed him right off.

"You will let go of me." She said softly yet sternly, "Now."

Pete just grinned.

"Or what, whore?" If she thought she could beat him in a fight she had another thing coming.

He leaned in, leering over her to make sure she knew who was in charge and yet, she still didn't cower. On the contrary, she met his gaze unflinchingly. There was something unnatural about her calmness, something that put him on edge. Those green eyes seemed to glow brightly and He felt his body stiffen.

"You and your little gang are pathetic." She whispered, "Small men who get off making others feel weak. You think you're so tough but deep down you're just bullies."

How did she know about the gang? No matter, Pete's grin turned into a grimace; how dare she use that armchair psychology bullshit on him?

"You wanted to see me scared." She continued, eyes glowing ever brighter. "You and your entire little group could use a lesson in empathy."

Pete wanted to take a step back, the woman was now glaring at him with eyes that were vibrant, neon green from lid to lid. Her face was thunderous and he felt his heart begin to thump against his ribcage. What the hell was this, what the hell was she? And where was Juan? His body stiffened further, freezing in place as she rested a pointed nail in the centre of his chest.

"I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget."

Her voice had taken on an ethereal echo, hair dark hair flaring around her like a dark halo as she leaned in. He wanted to run, to fight, to do something but his body was frozen in place by some unnatural force that left the air heavy in his lungs. Damning his pride, he squeezed his eyes closed only for the pressure to suddenly release. He gasped, eyes snapping open only to shut again immediately as a wave of dizziness passed through him; his entire perspective felt off. He’d been standing a second ago but now it felt like he was laying on his back? That sharp nail was gone from his chest and after a few deep breaths he realised he was indeed on the ground; no, not the ground, something soft almost like a mattress.

He blinked, a familiar roof coming into focus. His bedroom back at the old apartment building he and the rest of his boys lived at. Had he passed out? Juan must have bought him home, fuck; he was never going to live this down.

He sat up, reaching his fingers up to rub at his pounding temples only to stop when his finger tips met hair. Pete had always kept his hair cropped short, almost shaved; so when his nails sunk into what felt like thick dreads his headache was swiftly forgotten. He grabbed a handful of the hair, pulling it in front of his face; dark, tightly wound dreads, the tips dyed various colours from blue to neon green.

“What the fu-!”

He choked on the words, free hand flying to his throat; that wasn’t his voice! His palm stroked along the gentle curve of his throat, smooth all the way without a hint of an Adam’s apple. His heart thundered in his chest, cold panic seeping through him as he kicked the blankets off and stared down at his body.

Where there had once been rippling muscles and hard edges there were now curves. His calves were now thin and almost dainty in comparison to his wide hips and thighs but in truth, he only spared them a passing glace as his eyes were locked to his chest. It was heaving, panicked breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as he looked upon it; two round, perky tits rising and falling with each movement. This…this wasn’t his body! It couldn’t be!

In a flash he was on his feet, almost falling over as he adjusted to his new centre of gravity. He could feel his ass bounce as he ran to the bathroom across the hall. Slamming into the sink with a wince; his sharp hipbones having hit the porcelain harder than intended. He gaped at the mirror; fingers pressed hard against the glass. There was a woman staring back at him; with thick, full lips, smooth ebony skin and a tangle of dreadlocks with multicoloured tips. Her eyes were the same pale grey his had always been but other than that and his skin tone there were no other similarities. He backed away in horror, there was no way this could be happening. That bitch back in the alley, she must have dosed him with something. Yes, that had to be it; that would explain the strange glowing eyes as well. He was hallucinating right now; it was the only explanation.

But even as that realisation began to help him calm Pete realised, he and this new body were not the only things out of place in the bathroom. It was cleaner than usual for one; sharing one bathroom between half a dozen guys basically ensured the space was never clean. Yet now, it was spotless and the countertop was almost entirely covered in random items; hair brushes, lipstick tubes, compacts, and moisturizers. With a furrowed brow he slowly looked across the room; spying a hairdryer hanging on the wall and several soft, white towels folded neatly in the corner. He was about to open the cupboard behind the mirror to see what else was changed when a knock at the door made him jump.

“Pepper, you in there?” A woman’s voice he didn’t recognise called out.

“Who the fuck is Pepper?” The question had burst out of him before he could stop it and the woman on the other side of the door gave a half hearted laugh.

“Very funny, come on girl I have to go!”

In a daze from the sheer surrealness of the situation Pete opened the door. A voluptuous woman, clad only in her underwear was standing before him, curly brown hair in tangles around her tired face. She was small, lithe and as she stared at him in irritation Pete realised he recognised that expression despite the strange new features.

“Juan?”

“Juanita,” She rolled her eyes, “Since when do you call me by my birth name anyway?”

“What…what else would I call you?”

“Ginger, duh. Dios mio, did you hit your head or something? You know what, never mind, so long as you can work and let me in the damn toilet I don’t care.”

Pete stepped aside in a daze, wincing slightly as Ginger pushed past, skinny arms bumping into his new, apparently very sensitive, tits. He blinked in shock as the door slammed closed, only just now realising he was standing in the hall, stark naked. Heat rushing to his face he ran back to his room; what sort of relationship could he and ‘Ginger’ have that she didn’t even comment on it? He pinched himself and the world stayed exactly the same. His hope that this was some sort of strange fever dream or drug induced hallucination was fading fast; there was simply no denying what he was seeing and feeling.

Nervously he bit his lip, lifting his now soft, delicate palms up to cup his new breasts. They were pretty, no denying that; the sort he would normally go crazy for. Firm, yet soft with no sag and dark nipples currently pointed in the open air. Curiosity overtook panic as he began to explore, running his hands down the new curves of his body, feeling the hourglass figure and ending with his fingers at his hips. As lovely as his tits were, it was clear what his new body’s best feature was. His ass was thick, heavy, and peach shaped with enough junk in the trunk that it jiggled just walking. His rump alone made him feel bottom heavy and likely explained why it took him a moment to get his balance earlier.

Pete couldn’t get over how smooth his skin felt; not only was all his body hair seemingly gone but the skin itself felt silky, almost sensual. Were this a hallucination he might even be included to enjoy it a little but as it stood, there was no time. He had to figure out what had happened and how he’d ended up in this strange alternate reality with a female Juan named Ginger in a house that was not his own.

First things first, he had to get dressed. Opening his drawers only provided more questions though as he found it full of seemingly nothing but party outfits and lingerie. Pete knew he wasn’t exactly an expert on women but even he knew this amount of skimpy clothing was excessive; where the hell was a pair of jeans when he needed them? After rummaging for several minutes, he gave up and selected the most covering item he could find; plain black panties and bra then a long black dress with a slit down the side to show off more leg. It was better than nothing.

Sliding on the panties felt…odd. The edges were fringed with lace that scratched against his skin as he raised them up his legs and the soft, satin lining felt luxurious against his new pussy. He was burning with curiosity, wanting to further explore that particular region but he refrained. Now was not the time. It took several minutes of fumbling to hook up the bra and his face burned with embarrassment; this was so humiliating, waddling around like a damn penguin trying to put on a bra of all things! He was a man, for fucks sake, what did he do to deserve this emasculation? By the time he finally got it on and lifted his new breasts into the cups he was already in a bad mood, he roughly tugged the dress over his head, then down his curves, trying to ignore how strange and nice it felt to have a breeze between his legs as he walked.

The shower was running as he passed the bathroom and he could hear Ginger through the thin walls, singing slightly off key just like Juan always used to. It drove the rest of them all crazy, him singing in the shower regardless of the time; even though he’d always hated that habit Pete couldn’t help but feel a sudden stab of homesickness. He’d only been here a short while and yet he was missing his friend, his real friend not this strange, female copy. He hopped down the stairs, blushing as he felt his butt bounce with the movement and stepped out into the living room. A space normally taken up by at least a few members of his gang, playing PlayStation or cards. Instead, the room looked more like a foyer, complete with a front desk and everything and a curtained off section half way through.

“About time you got up. Where are you going dressed so fancy?”

The woman’s voice was so sudden it made him jump, a second later the curtain parted to reveal a bodacious blonde with sparkling blue eyes. Her make up was impeccable, her outfit simple yet stunning, with a lowcut neckline and short hem to show off the most of her form. She stared at Pete with an expectant look and he realised she was waiting for him to reply.

“Oh nowhere, I just threw this on.” He mumbled, looking down at what was obviously an evening gown now that he took a second to properly examine in.

The woman sighed.

“Honey, I know give you girls a lot of freedom, especially you and Ginger since you’re our best money makers but please, no heavy drinking on the job.”

She thought he was drunk? Or more likely hung over; given her point of view he couldn’t blame her for that assumption. He gave what he hoped was an apologetic look as his mind whirred. She had said he and Ginger were the biggest money makers, doing what? This lithe, pretty body certainly wasn’t built for mugging people like his old one. She must have taken his silence for submission because she continued.

“I have you and her fully booked tonight, just so you know, three clients together, three apart. An hour each. So, make sure to rest up today.”

“Clients?”

The woman paused, eyes narrowing in a way that twigged something in Pete’s brain.

“Are you alright, Pepper? You’re not acting like yourself.”

“Fine!” He answered a little too quickly, “Just a…long night. Yeah. I’m going to go out for a bit. I’ll be back in time for work.”

He hoped anyway. He had no idea what sort of work he was supposed to be doing or when his shift was supposed to start. It wasn’t as if he could just ask this strangely familiar woman what it was they did. He stepped toward the door and she looked as if she were going to follow when another woman, a pale girl with red hair stuck her head out from behind the curtain.

“Jackie, have you seen my blue G-string? Harriet decided to hide it again.”

Pete felt the blood in his veins slowly turning to ice; Jackie…like Jake. His blonde, blue eyed friend who had a habit of narrowing his eyes when he was thinking. And that red head, she could be the sister of his fellow gang member Frank, who was always getting into prank wars with Harry…had they all been turned into women as well! If so, why weren’t they freaking out like he was? His heart was pounding in his ears so loudly he didn’t even hear Ginger approach.

“Wow, Pepper, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

He blinked in surprise, for the first time realising how wide and long his lashes were as they flashed past in his vision. This was all so messed up.

“Don’t you guys…why are we all women?” He cried, “Our whole gang we’ve all been changed!”

The others all shared confused looks, Ginger’s brow furrowed in concern.

“What do you mean changed? We’ve always been women, Pepper.”

“Stop calling me that! My name is Pete! And yours is Juan!”

Other faces were appearing now from that curtained off area, each one female but with hints of his old friends; the curve of a nose, the colour of eyes, the way they held themselves. They were all here and looking at him like he was the freak for realising something was wrong.

“Have you been taking something…hard?” Jackie stepped forward, a look of almost motherly concern on her face, “You know the rules, honey. If you tried something I want you to tell us and we’ll-“

“I’m not fucking high!”

He was beginning to feel like a cornered deer; his chest was heaving in panic. He had to get out of here and find his head. Without another word he turned, flinging open the door and stepping out into the streets. Outside at least, looked as it should with the exception of his own home’s façade; where faded bricks had been one was now painted place a neon pink sign above the door that was currently off.

‘Jackie’s Bordello’

Pete felt his guts twist; a brothel, in this world he lived in a brothel and was one of its highest earners, a prostitute. A hand flew to his face in shock remembering what Jackie had said, he was booked all night, to take clients and even share some with Ginger! He stared up at the sign, not wanting to believe it was true. Not wanting to believe any of this could really be happening. Then the door was swinging open, Ginger and the others were stepping out to find him and he fled down a side street before they could spot him.

This had all started with that bitch with the green eyes; whatever this was, it was her doing. He just had to find her again and then he’d make her turn him and the rest of the gang back. Then he’d make her pay, by the Gods she’d pay for this humiliation. People looked at him strangely as he stormed through the narrow streets, this angry black woman dressed in a revealing evening gown in the middle of the day but he didn’t care. Fury fuelled his footsteps as he searched. As he stalked through a shopping district, he couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of his reflection in a storefront mirror; face serious, eyes hard, the woman there looked fierce, like a lioness on the hunt and despite himself he couldn’t help but feel empowered by the thought.

Unfortunately, angry can only burn so hot for so long and soon he found himself running out of steam. His power walk slowing and his determination melting away as the hours passed with no sign of the woman in question. What was his plan exactly? To walk the length of the city searching for her? That would take years and even then, he couldn’t be sure if he’d just missed her. Feeling pathetic and defeated he slumped against an alley wall closing his eyes for a moment to try and pretend he was back in his old body. But that wasn’t possible, even with his eyes closed he could feel that foreign weight on his chest and the bricks pressing into his round ass.

“Hey babe, how much?”

Pete opened his eyes in surprise to find a greasy looking man standing in the alley’s mouth. The slight sway in his step made it obvious he was a drunkard; who else was completely sozzled in the middle of the day?

“What?”

“Come on darlin’ dressed up like that, all draped across an alley wall. Ya looking for some fun ain’t ya?”

Pete pulled a face; all he was doing was standing here, he was not draped across anything.

“Keep walking, fucker.” He growled out of habit.

Normally, that toned mixed with his size and bulk sent men like this squirrelling away with their tail between his legs but instead, this guy just smirked.

“Oh, I get it, playing hard to get. I see, I see, well, I will play along-“

Pete’s fist was in the man’s face before he could finish speaking. It was instinct, habit and even though it hurt like hell and had a fraction of his usual power behind it, the punch made Pete smile genuinely for the first time since waking up in this nightmare. Even if it was only for a split second; Pete was in control again just as he should be. There was a satisfying crunch and the drunk staggered back. Hands covering his now bleeding and likely broken nose.

“You bitch!”

Pete stepped out the way of the drunkard’s swing, stumbling out onto the street only to trip backwards on the hem of his dress. Had he seriously been walking this whole time without shoes? He shuffled back as the man wobbled forward ready to swing again only for another figure to step between them.

A tall man with slicked back hair stood, with his arms firmly crossed across his broad chest.

“I think you’d better leave the lady alone.”

Pete felt a strange shiver shoot up his spine; something about that deep baritone was…alluring. He got to his feet, dusting gravel from his dress subconsciously; he suddenly felt flustered and very aware of his lack of footwear as his saviour gave the drunk a shove. The drunk swore, turning down the alley and giving them both the finger as he finally departed. Pete’s face burned with humiliation; he couldn’t believe he’d needed to be saved by a stranger. From one drunk man! In his old body dealing with him would have been a piece of cake.

His rescuer turned to face him and Pete felt his heart stutter. Pete was straight as an arrow, never in his life had he been even slightly attracted to men but now, all of a sudden, he was struck by just how handsome this man was. How that strong jaw caught the light, how his shirt was just a little too tight around those bulging muscles. He felt an unusual sensation between his legs, a sort of strange ache that seemed to spread up and inside him from where a warm, wetness flowed.

“Are you alight?”

“I’m f-fine.”

His heart was racing yet again but for entirely different reasons that before. This was wrong, he was getting turned just looking at this man.

“Would you like me to walk you home?”

“No!” He answered too quickly, he wanted to get away from this man before…before what? What exactly was it that his body wanted him to do?

“I mean, thank you but I am fine. I’ll be going now.”

He turned on his bare heels, walking hastily back in the direction of the bordello, leaving had been a mistake, clearly. He was so caught up in these new and confusing thoughts he almost didn’t hear a voice on the wind.

“My my, you certainly have had an eventful morning, haven’t you Pete?”

Hearing his real name on somebody else’s lips made him freeze. He spun around to see a familiar woman sitting atop a fire escape looking down at him, a satisfied smile split across her face. It was then that he realised where he was, the very same alleyway from this morning where everything had gone so wrong. The woman’s eyes glinted in the sunlight, that faint green glow flaring to life for a moment before dissipating just as quickly. His anger returned, more powerful than before and Pete clenched his jaw.

“What. The. Hell. Have. you. Done?”

“Oh, not so cocky now, are we?” She grinned, “Little Pepper sure does have a temper.”

“Get down here, bitch.” He ordered, running for the ladder. “Or I’ll come up there and-“

“And what?” She cooed, “Punch me? Push me off the edge? It won’t do you any good you know. I am far more powerful than even you know. You’d think after tasting a fraction of my power you’d have learned to treat a lady with a bit more respect.”

Pete grit his teeth.

“So what, that’s the game?” HE asked, “You’ll turn me back once I’ve learned my lesson or some shit?”

The woman raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Nope, no game actually.”

Pete felt cold dread beginning to sneak up his spine.

“I read your mind you know, and all I saw was an arrogant, asshole who thought himself better than everyone, especially woman and sex workers. Nothing I or anybody else said or did would change you mind. So, I changed you.”

“Not just me, my whole gang!”

“And the world is better for it.” She shrugged, “Enjoy your new life, Pepper. You won’t be getting your old one back. I suggest you do what you can to make the most of it.”

He lunched up the ladder; he’d make her change her mind that fucking witch. But when he reached the top, she was gone.

“Farewell, Pete.”

Behind him, there she was, at the mouth of the alleyway.

“We won’t be seeing each other again. Good luck.”

He jumped down to follow, bare feet aching now as they scrambled across the hard concrete ground. But when he burst out into the street proper, there was no sign of her to be found. A stone formed inside his stomach as the cold reality of the situation set in. He had no way of changing reality back to the way it was supposed to be. That had been his one chance and he’d blown it. He was going to be stuck as Pepper the hooker for the rest of his life.