Most reading by now probably are thinking this is madness.  And so much a lie.

Let me tell you my friends, it's not.  i am so blond, and my nails extend almost a full inch beyond the tips of my fingers.  And when i growl and purr, they are my sexual fetish.

Mistress Rayne looks at me with such intense lust.  She looks at Her masterpiece.  She knows i am a wicked girl, totally allowed release from Her worthless maleness.  i lick my lips and repeat over and over "Whore!"  Softly at first, but with conviction; almost a mantra.  The nails affirm this; no "normal" (hate that word) person would sport nails so fine and long.  Airbrushed with roses and brought to a very fine oval shape, pink with the roses over the base, they are worth every penny of the $200 manicure. "Whore", knowing it's part of my new trade and personality.  The hormones before I arrived in Vegas did some remarkable things, but under the proper power of Mistress Rayne, the nails are one of my new sex weapons.  i am Hers and She makes me into the dream W/we have had.

"Please, Mistress, i need to see."  i was begging in a very sexy, throaty voice.

i stood up and slipped off the hospital gown and into a pair of stiletto heels, about 5" high.  i knew how to go right into them and stand.  Not a teeter or a hesitation.  i stood up tall and proud.  i closed my eyes as Mistress led me to the full length mirror.

"Gaze upon the new ivory, My whore.  you need lots of money to be what you have been transformed into, by Me."  i smiled rolling my eyes back.  "Now, open and look upon My creation.  The perfect Las Vegas hooker."  With that, She made an incredibly wicked and sexy laugh.

i gazed upon perfection.  Could i be worthy of what She has created?  Is this me?  my hair fell over my body like a drape.  Thick and full and possessing a life of it's own.  The multi-tinted mass of curls, was world class.  Hair only seen in "W" from salons with exclusive clientele.  "your hair will cost about $500 per month plus product and stylists.  Only a Vegas hooker can afford it.  Do you accept My gift?"

"Yes, Mistress Rayne."

"We did your makeup before the final awakening...(rush rush) and of course your makeup artist will run you about $300 per session.  Only a Vegas hooker can afford it.  Do you accept My gift?"

"Yes, MIstress Rayne" (whore) The thought of the word added even more to the intensity.

By the time Mistress had read off every item, including lingerie and clothes, i was going to have to earn at least $10,000 a week.  i wanted to start.

Huge breasts, a perfect waist, shapely hips, collagen and silicone lips, and the most amazing body one could ever wish for.  i have the equipment to make that money, and in doing so, i serve Mistress Rayne.  The poor men don't have a chance with me.

Eyebrows done up high, tattooed eyeliner, eyelash implants, amazing...feelings of such lust and wanting to satisfy it are overwhelming me.

Pierced ears with chandelier earrings.  Intricate and filled gold and diamonds.  They can't be real.

"They are real gems.  Do you accept My gift?"  It was the last time She asked that.  i needed a body to touch me, to fuck me.  i was actually craving a man.   It was time to dress the part.  i had to be sexy to be able to get the money i needed for my new wicked life.

"i accept your gift, completely.  i am ivory, Mistress Rayne's whore."  i smiled at myself and felt the slap of Mistress's hand on my ass.

"Vanity does not look good on you.  It's time to complete you.  Time to dress you as the whore I created."  i almost purred.