A Liberating Job WIP (Polyamorous Newage Girl MTF)

"No."

Will searched his memory for a moment in his life when he had felt this resolute about anything. The weight of his decision seemed to settle around him like a cloak.

"I will never do this. In fact, I'm sure, if I'll ever need money this bad." He stared Jack directly in the eyes. "Kill me."

"Holy shit man." Jack grinned broadly. "You know, most guys out there wanting to buy sex, they're just plain old neurotic virgins. Harmless, really. In fact, you could probably say the average boyfriend is responsible for waaay more damage." He widened his eyes. "Both emotional and physical."

"It's not that... it's like..." Will gestured around the room. "I'm never going to... sell myself." He shifted his hair around. "You know... sell my body. Make money just for the fact that I'm hot."

Jack kept smiling.

"Well, that's completely up to you." He shrugged. "I wouldn't say it's only because of that. It's an art, you know. I also can't force people to do stuff to themselves that they do not want, can I?" His face formed a smug expression. "But I can give suggestions, you know. I can debate. Find the middle ground."

Jack stared into Will's soul.

Will had never been spiritual in any way. In these moments, though, he was sure that Jack could see inside of him. The fact that Jack didn't actually exist probably helped this particular aspect of Will's intuition.

"If." Jack pointed in the air. "You're not willing to turn your body and mind into those of a prostitute." He rudely pointed at Will. "Maybe, then..." He smiled. "What about a woman of a more respectable profession? You sing, right?"

Will looked at Jack confused. "Yeah?"

"So, like, a singing teacher?"

Will's frown deepened. "I already do that, though."

"Yes, yes of course." Jack waved his right hand dismissively. "But, you know, with the right attitude." He paused, thinking. "I got a spell for that... would also give you the right body to go along with the attitude, of course... It would be... on the exotic side... well, my friend, you might suddenly find a looot more students under your wing."

Jack's smile broadened. "In fact," he continued, as if struck with some revelation, "you might find yourself into, you know... oh! Yeah these would be the side effect, right?"

Jack laughed, a sound that was both clumsy and harsh, like a rusted kettle warning of burnt coffee.

"Oh God, could you even calm them students at this point? More, like... clients? Affairs? Way more than you can handle..."

Jack's whole body seemed to suddenly become purtrubed by a deep twitch. He brought a hand on his forehead, removing emerging sweat.

"Oh! And the catalyst! You're gonna love new age literature! Can't remember the particulars but, oh man! It will do a number on ya... You'll be into all that stuff. Crystal mom, hippie shit. Tarot cards, mindfulness."

His eyes bulged, making him appear rabid.

"You'll still get to turn into a woman that doesn't mind touching men to make a living."

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Hey all. Hope you enjoy the concept behind this one.

So, honest to God, this screaming concert I was talking about: it's getting the better of me. Limiting my precious naughty-write-time.

So, even side story transformation is not done. At least you got this WIP. I'll try to finish this by next weekend, which is part of the post-concert arc, so hopefully return to normality.

In the meantime, have a great one. Remeber to stay hydrated :3