From Mob to Shemale

Two years ago, I was a member of the Ciccio family in Chicago. I
wasn't very high up in the organization, because I wasn't Italian. I had
made my way up through the ranks, however, and was making a pretty good
living. I had everything I wanted, got all the girls I wanted, and did just
about whatever I wanted. One day I got sloppy. I slept with another
member's wife. It turns out that he didn't appreciate it much. Neither did
my wife. This is the story of how my life drastically changed after my
visit from Tony Ciccio.

I saw Tony drive up that day and didn't think much of it. He usually
stopped by about once a week for a pickup. I answered the door and invited
him in to the den. I had been sleeping with his wife for about a month and
a half now, but I remained cool and tried to act normal.
"Sam, I have some business to discuss with you. It turns out that you have
been sticking your little pecker where it doesn't belong."
I wasn't sure if he knew or if he was talking about some business deal
that he didn't think I should be involved in, so I tried to play it off.
"Tony, if you are talking about that thing with the mayor, I can back off.
I didn't know you wanted in."

"Not at all. I'm talking about something much different."
He pulled a video out of his jacket pocket and started to walk over to
the VCR. He pushed the tape in and pressed play. What I saw shocked the
hell out of me. It was Tony's wife and myself caught on tape in a very
compromising position. He had evidently hidden a camera in his bedroom
somewhere. I knew at that point my life was over. What I didn't understand
was why he even bothered to talk to me about it. Usually a transgression
that large against the family would be an automatic death warrant, with no
warning. I looked around to see my wife standing in the doorway. Tony
motioned for her to come over.
"Sam, I was very upset when I first saw this tape, and wanted to kill you