This time last year I was a fat middle-aged man.
I was alone and friendless.
I had nothing to look forward to than my usual boring nine-to-five job and weekend visits to the strip joint.
Then a young kid shot what looked like a ray gun at me and I transformed into a woman.
But not just any woman.
I was now a carbon copy of Ali Larter.
To say I was freaked out at first would be an understatement.
It's not just something you get over in one night.
But I quickly learned to love it.
Now I enjoy my new body.
It wasn't long before agencies contacted me about modelling and acting jobs.
It turned out there was a lucrative market out there.
Especially if somebody wasn't too picky about what sort of work it was.
Now I am a rich successful adult entertainer and fashion model.
I cannot use her name and have to put a disclaimer under everything I make stating the fact that I am not her.
But many people out there don't care I was not born.
one hot chikka!
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