In a court (Patreon)

The courtroom was hushed as the judge addressed the young girl standing nervously at the witness stand. Her dark hair framed her face, and her eyes darted around the room, betraying her fear. She was clearly not comfortable here.

The bailiff approached her with a Bible. "Please place your hand on the Bible."

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes wide with fear. Finally, she reached out a trembling hand and placed it on the Bible.

"Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?"

She swallowed hard, her voice shaky. "I-I do. Like, totally."

The judge eyed her critically. "State your name for the record."

She hesitated again, glancing around the room as if looking for an escape. "Mi nombre... I mean, my name es... uh, Maria. Maria Santos."

The judge raised an eyebrow. "Is that your real name?"

She shifted uncomfortably, her accent thickening with her anxiety. "No, es... antes, I was... Michael. Michael Brown."

A murmur ran through the courtroom. The judge's eyes narrowed. "You were Michael Brown? The gang leader?"

Maria's eyes darted to the floor. "Sí... yes, Your Honor. But ahora, now, I'm not... I mean, they changed me. I'm not... fuerte no more. Not strong."

The judge leaned back in his chair, studying her. "Changed you? What do you mean by that?" His gaze drifted over her body, clad in the form-fitting dress, highlighting her figure. His expression seemed calculating. "You're saying that you were once a man, but you're not anymore?"

Maria bit her lip, nervously glancing around the room. "They, like, did something to me. Made me this. Ahora I speak español, not inglés, and... and I work as... escort model." she clenched her fists. She hated admitting such a thing in front of a court full of strangers, but it needed to be said.

The judge pressed her. "What exactly does that mean? And what exactly was 'done' to you, Miss Santos?"

"Lo siento, it es... no sé... " She struggled to find the words, a look of despair in her eyes. "I no speak inglés well. They, like, took everything from me. Changed me."

The prosecutor interjected. "Your Honor, Miss Santos was the ringleader of a drug-trafficking and prostitution organization here in LA. She's known as one of the top mob bosses of East Los Angeles. If I may present this document showing-"

"No!" Maria was indignant. "No trafico. Eso es... what's the word? Malo?" She lowered her voice, becoming resigned. "I no good anymore. Now... ahora, I have clientes, give them what they ask for. Men pay me." She shook her head and closed her eyes, ashamed whe her gaze met one her her ex-associates from the gang.

The judge sighed, rubbing his temples. "Alright, Maria. Why are you here today? What is your testimony?"

"Sí, claro..." Maria cleared her throat. "I es... um, el político al que serví is one of them" she trying not to look at accused, who sat nearby in the courtroom with his team and smile. "He is change me in... uh, like to español woman... obedient... sex with everyone. He make me speak like, you know, with 'like', 'totally'... de puta..."

"She's lying! Cheap slut doesn't know anything!" Accused interrupted the hearing.

"Quiet, Mister Jones!" Judge was angry and knocked with the little hammer. "Go on, Miss."

"Miss... oh, no. No, not miss..." Maria blushed and covered her face, embarrassed and upset.

"Your Honor, I think Ms. Santos has already provided enough information for the investigation, so-"

"I am no woman!" Maria screamed desperately, tears in her eyes. "No señorita. Lo juro. Por favor."

"Thank you, Maria. Your testimony is noted." The judge sighed.

Maria buried her face in her hands and sobbed softly, sinking back into her seat with loud knocking of her stiletto heels. She can't believe she's actually here testifying against her former partner in crime, that she actually here dressed like a total bimbo bitch and humiliating herself in front of her enemies and former comrades.