His Wife Gives Him To Miss Mimi: The Tranny Pimp Makes Brett A Sissy

By J.S. Lee

Brett's wife was always a little weird, but he enjoyed that about her. When she finds out about his secret fantasies, she dons a rubbery appendage to get him interested, but finds quickly that she needs to step her game up. Leaving him to his devices, she's able to give him away to a tranny pimp that's eager to take his cherry and put him to work on the streets.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charlie Bent
• Release date: Jan 17, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370179374

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His Wife Gives Him To Miss Mimi:

The Tranny Pimp Makes Brett A Sissy

J.S. Lee

Copyright © 2018. All rights reserved.

This is a work of fiction.

All characters are 18 or older.

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Chapter 1

Brett shivered as he walked into the light. He could see the headlights shining on the wet pavement down the street and he knew that customers were headed his way. No matter how nervous he was, no matter how almost sick he was at the thought of what had happened over the last ten days, he didn't want to get into trouble with Miss Mimi. She was a perfectly gorgeous woman and with her soft, pouty mouth and her sweet smile, she seemed as if she would be the last woman on earth that he would be frightened of. But Brett was, he'd seen what Miss Mimi did to people who crossed her, girls and johns alike.

He walked in short steps, his ankles were unsteady in the heels and Brett still hadn't mastered the art of keeping his skin-tight skirt down so that his bare ass wouldn't be out and exposed. As he entered the puddle of light, he heard movement, another pair of heels, half clicking, half dragging down the sidewalk. Brett preferred not to have any company, the other girls on these streets were almost as mean as their pimps.

A tall, broad black woman with platinum blonde hair stepped too close, she had a grill that flashed and a gold ring on every finger. Brett had just learned a day or two ago that most of the street girls wore the jewelry in case they needed to punch someone in the face and he swallowed hard and took a step back. He didn't want it to be his face. You new? she asked in a gruff voice. She looked far older than he did but Brett would guess that she was actually much younger. The streets were rough for even the most hardened of girls.

He nodded, yes, he answered, it was his voice but it was much higher. It was the same voice that he used to ask the strangers in cars, you want to party, baby?

The black woman narrowed her eyes, you know this Miss Mimi's corner, right? You don't want to be here, she catch you here, the hooker looked up the street for the female pimp's car. She was known by the veterans for her business acumen, she didn't take shit from any of them.

Brett gave her half a smile, saying it just made it more real, I work for Miss Mimi.

A new girl stepped into the light, at least Brett hoped that she was new, she was fresh-faced and could have been in high school. That's where she belonged anyway and it was particularly shameful that