James ripped open the tight fitting top he was wearing in front of a lot of drunken horny GI's as he could barely breathe in the tight top in the stifling atmosphere of the bar as he let his breasts hang free.
It had been 6 weeks since he found himself somehow thrown back in time in the body of a female french prostitute just after the Second World War had ended in Europe.
He did his best to survive without falling back on this woman's previous occupation but with rationing and the city being in ruins he had little choice if he was going to survive and find his way back to his own time period.
So when the landlord of his dirty tiny little room came demanding his rent and his belly was rumbling from the lack of food he had little choice but to sell the one thing he could get money for.
At first he found it disgusting sucking men off down dirty alleyways or bringing them back to his room for a quick knee trembler but after a while he sort of settle down into his new life and having sex for money was just like breathing something he had to do to survive.
But he had quickly learnt that the American boys were the best to take back as they always had nylon stockings and chocolate and paid in good US dollars.
He had no idea whilst he was struggling to survive in the past in the body of a prostitute that his own body was locked up in an asylum after having a mental breakdown and claiming to be a French woman named Allison born in 1928 in Marseille.
Neither of them knew there was a temporal rift in the space-time continuum and somehow it had cause them to switch bodies and that they were not the only ones.
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