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Mark was
ecstatic. He had never been to a baseball game, and his father had finally made
good on his promise to take Mark into the city to see his first game. In fact,
this trip was going to be Mark’s first visit to the big city. He had heard
stories about what the city was like, some good and some bad, but they all got
him excited for his first big trip to the city. They left for the city a little
later than they wanted to and ended up hitting a traffic jam on the way in.
Unfortunately, this meant that all the good parking was taken by the time they
arrived. They had to park a few blocks away in a private lot, much to his
father’s disdain. The lot was in a relatively dangerous part of town, but it
was cheap, so the two just decided to get in and out of the baseball stadium as
fast as possible.

“Okay, Mark, this part of town is a
little sketchy, so just stay close to me and don’t talk to anyone,” his father
said. Mark nodded as they parked the car and decided to take a shortcut through
some alleyways that led straight to the baseball stadium. As they were walking,
Mark overheard a man in baggy clothing shouting something at his father, trying
to get his attention.

“Hey, my man, you lookin for a good
time? You drop your kid off at the game and come back here, I’ve got some girls
in here that’ll get you off in ways you can’t even imagine.”

Mark’s father just ignored him and
ushered Mark down the alley faster.

“Don’t listen to him, Mark. He
doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

“Yo, man, you’ll be back here. I
guarantee it,” the man said with a slimy grin. The two walked faster until they
were out of earshot of the sketchy looking man. They were about a block away
from the stadium when Mark noticed a pearl bracelet laying on the ground. He
bent over and picked it up, staring at the shiny white pearls and thinking that
it would make a good gift for his mother. His father didn’t slow down enough
for him to put it in his backpack, so he slipped it on his wrist and was about
to catch up with his dad. As it slipped over his hand, however, he immediately
felt it begin to tighten and send pulses of energy through his body. With a
sudden yelp of pain, Mark shot upwards and grew to a mature new height of 5’6.
His bones snapped and popped into place as his skeleton shifted, leaving him
looking mature, if a bit feminine. His father turned around to tell Mark to
keep up, but was taken aback by the sight of his son’s new height.

“Daddy, what’s happening to- AH!”
Mark screamed as his bones continued to shift. His hips flared out while his
shoulders caved slightly inwards, giving him a feminine hourglass figure. His
father ran over to him, but was unable to do anything. He felt completely
helpless as his son transformed before his very eyes. Mark looked at the
bracelet on his wrist as dark skin began to spread across his body, stemming
from where the pearls were touching his skin. The smooth, brown skin crept
along his body, quickly covering his entire body as it grew silky and hairless.

“Stay calm, Mark. I’ll, uh…I’ll call
someone to help…um…oh my god,” his father stammered as he continued to watch
his son change. He winced as Mark began to grown, his voice becoming more
sultry by the second. He looked at his son’s pants as they began to rip and
tear, revealing an expanding ass and thighs beneath. Mark’s ass kept growing,
and by the time it finished its inflation he knew, for some reason, that it was
bigger and more supple than any white girl’s ass could ever be. His jeans had
been torn to shreds, and his ass had grown so large that it popped the button
off the front and forced the zipper down past his crotch, revealing his shapely
new behind to his father.

“Daddy, please, I just wanna go
home…” Mark said with an alluring tone. His father was growing more disturbed
by Mark’s new voice and tone, but nothing could prepare him for hearing his son
moan in ecstasy as his crotch began to invert itself. Mark screamed in a smoky,
sultry voice as unimaginable pleasures began to come from between his legs. He
didn’t know what was going on down there, but it felt amazing. His stomach
gurgled as his organs shifted around, leaving him with a female reproductive
system and a hardened layer of abs to protect it. He felt his core muscles
tense as he suddenly remembered a variety of sex moves and positions. While
these new memories and thoughts disgusted him, he couldn’t help but moan as the
new clit between his legs began to moisten. He rubbed a manicured hand over his
crotch, reveling in the feelings his new sex was sending through his body while
his father continued to watch in horror.

“OH my, oh fuck, Mark, are you
okay? Stay calm, we’ll figure this out…” his father said, struggling to think
of who to call.

“I’m trying…OW” Mark yelped as his
skull began to crack and shift. His father watched his Mark’s face, the last
physical remnant of his son, transformed into that of an urban sex goddess. His
lips grew red and plump while his eyes grew wide and layered with eyeshadow.
Mark shook his head as flowing black locks tumbled down around his head and
past his tiny tank-top. He ran a hand through his silky new hair, admiring its
texture and remembering how hard he worked in the mornings to get it just wavy
enough. He suddenly let out another scream in pleasure as his chest began to
expand. His father watched Mark’s chest as two dark nipples began to poke
through the white top. They grew larger by the second, pushed forward by two
breasts expanding on his son’s chest.

The pleasure was making Mark’s
heart race, and soon he was covered in sweat. His skin took on a sexy sheen as
the sunlight bounced off of it. He looked down at his new female body, still
unsure of what he had become and continually trying to fight off the new urges
leaking into his mind. He felt a little off balance with the new weight hanging
off his chest, but with a final crack his spine caved in and gave him a sexual,
feminine arch.

“Mark? Are you okay?”

“Daddy? What’s, ugh, what happened?
Why do I look like…some hoe?” Mark said, surprising both his father and
himself. His accent now sounded distinctly urban, but with a sultry and
alluring flare.

“I don’t know, but maybe we can go
to, uh, the hospital. Maybe they’ll know what to do…”

“Okay, s-shit!” Mark yelped as a
belly button piercing materialized in his core. “No! Daddy, make it stop! I
keep having these weird thoughts…I can’t fight them!”

“Okay, okay, it’s gonna be fine…”
his father trailed off as he watched tattoos appearing on Mark’s body. Mark
felt a tingle on his skin as ink appeared beneath the surface. A line of
tattoos running down the side of his body began to appear, ending with a
Superman logo materializing on his ass. The tingling sensation caused him to
remember getting those tattoos. He remembered the tattoo parlor on 7^th
street that he visited often. The artist there was super hot, and he specifically
began to remember the way the tattoo artist grabbed and massaged his ass as he
was getting that Superman tattoo. No! This was all wrong! He didn’t know where
7^th street was, he had never been to the city! And he was a boy, he
had a crush on…a girl…in school, right? No, he remembered dropping out of
school and working the streets. He was a…hooker?

“Daddy, I’m remembering all these
things…like dancing on poles…and hugging…no, fucking guys…and I give a mean blowjob…and…I remember that I’m
a hooker?”

His father was speechless. He didn’t
know what to do, or what he did to deserve this.

“No, Mark, no! You’re my son! C’mon,
we’re going to the hospital!”

“Wha…” Mark said, beginning to
forget who the man in front of him was. “Who are you? You seem so familiar, but…”

“Mark! It’s me! Your father!” he
screamed.

The memories of working the streets
and fucking countless men were taking over Mark. His pussy began dripping as
the memories of sex grew more vivid. He loved this city, because he could make
it on the streets on his own. He made bank, and was even able to afford an apartment
in the gentrified part of town. That’s how good he…no, she was at her job. She
looked at the panicked man in front of her and felt like she should go with him
for some reason, but soon her pimp came storming down the alley shouting at the
guy.

“Hey, Odessa! Is this mothafucka
bothering you?”

Hearing that name awakened something
in Mark’s mind. The name Odessa replaced Mark in every sector of his head,
leaving him to fully embrace his new life and occupation. Guys were paying thousands of dollars just to touch her body, and she knew that every time she came it would feel better than any orgasm the guys she fucked could feel. Odessa smiled and
turned to her pimp, waving him off.

“Nah, nigga, be cool. He just wants
some of what I got to offer…” she said in a commanding fashion, turning back to face Mark’s father.

“Aight, aight, but holla if he
starts fuckin with you. And you,” he said, looking at Mark’s father, “I told
you you’d be back…HA!” He walked back to his post, chuckling as he went.

Odessa leaned in to the terrified
man in front of her and whispered, “I don’t know what’s got you shook, honey,
but if it makes you feel any better, I can call you daddy.” She planted a kiss
on his cheek and traced his jawline with a manicured nail. “First time is free.”
She beckoned him to a door in the alleyway, swaying her massive hips and ass
with each sensual step. The man followed her, still pale and in shock, wondering
if there was any way to get his son back. Odessa, seeing the raging boner pressing up against his pants, had other plans in mind.