Illegal Immigration as Myself

Here’s my first hurdle to getting back home and of course I get a chick so this thin top won’t do me too much good. Hopefully, I’ll get an ogler when I go through the final customs check when I arrive home.

I’d heard this country had witchcraft in the backwoods and it didn’t disappoint as it granted me my fondest wish of becoming a woman. However, it made my male passport useless for returning in my new identity. I was forced to avail myself to the local gangs to forge new papers for me. It was degrading, but it helped my learning curve in becoming a full woman who knew how to use her body to get what she wants.

And now all I want to do is go home and to introduce my family to the new me and to get on with my life as the woman I was always meant to be. Now if only I can get past this security theatre as I don’t want to pay Armando anymore to sneak me through on his truck.


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