From Mob to Shemale

very slowly. I got permission from the family to have you whacked. But I
started thinking. If I have him whacked, then his poor wife Marie would be
mourning that sorry cheating piece of shit for a long time. So I shared the
tape with her. Needless to say she was pretty upset too. I told Marie that
I was going to kill you, and she has managed to talk me out of it, for the
moment. We have something much better in mind for you."
"What is it?" I asked, relieved that my life was going to be spared.
Anything was better than dead.
"I found out that you were banging my wife about a month ago. I set up
surveillance tapes in my bedroom, and I had a private investigator start
following you twenty-four hours a day. You can see an example of the
bedroom tape here. I also have some very good ones of you pulling your last
three jobs. I'm sure the district attorney's office would be very happy to
get their hands on this sucker. Here, take a look."
He turned off the bedroom tape and put in another tape from his jacket.
In the tape, you could clearly see my face. It was a scene from the
diamond heist we had pulled two weeks ago. We got away with over a million
dollars in gems, and the cops had no leads or clues. It was also footage of
two other big jobs we had gotten away with. This could definitely change
that.
"Marie came up with a very good alternative to killing you, and I like the
idea of it, for now. We could either kill you, send this tape to the D.A.'s
office, or the other option. When you are done, I don't know if you are
going to want to thank her or not, but you will be alive."
"What is it?" I asked.
"Marie has a friend that works over at the mental institution in the sexual
predator's unit. She has told me some of the stories of what they do there,
and I think it would be good rehabilitation for you to go. You will have to
attend four months of intensive therapy and counseling sessions. After