The Truth - "...You must do this for a living."

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Mishti was panting beside her petite lover, enjoying the momentary respite from the craziness of the day when the words left Jeanne's lips.

"Oh no," Mishti moaned to herself, as a pulsing pain throbbed at her temples. She watched in horror as barbell piercings appeared in her fat, round nipples, and her dark, hairy bush recessed into a clean, shaved landing strip. She watched as big blue tattoos spread across her creamy, cellulite ridden thighs, down her fat, meaty calves, and who knows where else...

Before she could fully assess the damage, she felt a strange craving, and as if on instinct reached for her nightstand. She felt a sigh of relief as her wandering hand found a half-full pack of Camels, and daintily extracting one with her long, clawlike, manicured nails, put it to her lips and began puffing.

Jeanne rested, nestled into her plus size lover, unaware of any of the changes. Mishti, meanwhile, began to panic. What would she tell the people at work? But, as she thought about it, memories of working at the call center began fading like a dream.

They were replaced with new memories, of arriving to America with no skills but a killer body men were more than happy to shell out money to be with. She developed a reputation as an excellent lover, and was quite popular with men who were into something a little more... exotic. Living in America had taken its toll on her waistline, she was still popular enough to make a modest living. Which reminded her...

"That is 50 dollars being..." Mishti said flatly, taking another puff of her cigarette. She hadn't discussed terms with Jeanne before she had started (which was foolish of her) but she couldn't afford to be giving it away for free. She needed money to eat, after all...

Jeanne pays, and the next morning, Mishti decides to try going back to the call center and getting a job. It was much easier than what she was doing now...
Jeanne is outraged. "$50?! You're too old and fat to be charging that much." Mishti gets fatter and older.
Jeanne is amazed. "$50?! You can get way more than that!" Mishti's clothes and apartment all get nicer.
Jeanne laughs. "Oh c'mon, you're not charging your best friend for that?"
Jeanne laughs. "Oh c'mon, you're not charging your girlfriend for that?"
Jeanne laughs. "Oh c'mon, you're not charging your future wife for that?"
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