Everyday Ann was often referred to as a “chica caliente” or other names by her colleagues, who were precisely told to do so. A part of her was secretly aroused by this, but she always played offended when referred to in those terms.
What Ann was not aware of is that while she was sleeping she was fed with melanin stimulators which made her skin, hair and eyes get darker by the days. Toward the end of the month, Maria secretly brought her to a secret cosmetic surgery ambulatory out of town, where a female friend of her, also Latina and fed up with all the discrimination she was forced to face on a daily basis, further modified poor Ann’s appearance. Her height was reduced by compressing her spine, her face was completely remodelled to make it look like a young and attractive Latina girl, her natural blonde hair was eradicated from her scalp and replaced with jet black straight hair. Now she looked exactly like her Virtual Reality image.
After that, she was sent to Guadalajara in Mexico, where she woke up, scantly dressed and with nothing else than a purse with a few pesos in her hand.
“What’s this now, do I get to experience a real Latina girl life in some shithole country?” While figuring out where she was, she tried to talk to a few horny men who were too distracted by her curvy figure to be able to answer her properly. From their broken English, she was told where to find an American consulate in town. Once she got there, she demanded to be brought back to the States, her company was probably going to pay for the travel expenses. The clerk seemed suspicious “Name and date of birth, please miss” “Ann Clover, 13 January 1989”. A few moments later, the clerk replied, vaguely embarrassed “We have a matching profile in our database but you don’t look anything like her, miss”. “Oh come on, is that a joke? Let me get rid of this stupid VR thing” – doing so, she tried for the first time in a month to get rid of the device she had gotten used to wear. But there wasn’t anything there! She panicked for a few instants before reaching the closest mirror. “What the fuck? Where’s the device?” “Ehm are you ok miss?” – they asked her. “I was wearing a Virtual Reality device, that’s why I looked like this, I thought, and and…” “Ok, that makes no sense. You have wasted enough of our time here. Security, please escort her out of here.” “Take your hands off me, you dirty *******!”
What the actual f**k, had they messed up with her so badly? She hid in a dark alley and checked her boobs behind the bra. It felt absolutely real, that wasn’t absolutely augmented reality. It was however augmented in a way as she saw a scar below the globes. They had actually operated her to make look like like… “Oh shit” she managed to say, before fainting.
When she woke up, her destiny had had a fatal blow again. Maria’s plan was to rescue her a few hours later and to give her a new identity as a Mexican immigrant to allow her to live a decent life at least, even if she wanted her to espiate her sins. However, a pimp noticed her luscious body in the empty alley and took her to his brothel, figuring some other pimp was invading his area. However, he found no signs of identification and concluded it was his lucky day. That was going to be a good addition to his collection of girls.
1 year later
Maria realised that something went wrong pretty soon but she was powerless. There was no way to contact Ann so she did her best to hide the clues that would lead the police to her. After a few months, Ann was declared disappeared and the police lost interest in the case. Maria was indeed one of the last people to have seen her but there was no way of suspecting her role in the whole story. However, she felt deeply guilty about what could have happened to Ann and, as soon as she had some free time, she went back to Guadalajara looking for her. At some point, she had a suspicion and started checking the prostitutes standing in the main road. After a while, she spotted her, her face covered in heavy makeup, even more scantly dressed than before and shameless shaking her fake butt. “Ann, is that you?” Maria asked her, in English. It took a moment for Ann, who now went by Anita, to recognise her but she hated her so much she didn’t want to give her any satisfaction. She could have regained her freedom now but pride was more important to her. “Yes, it’s me and you know what, what you did to me was the best thing ever to happen to me! I have always been a slut, you helped me to embrace it!” “What are you saying? Are you drugged or what?” “Not at all! Oh, I see you can’t keep your eyes off me, I also offer services to girls you know? No judgement, haha!”
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