But it didn't matter, she had come here to make a better life for herself and her children. She was determined that they would go to school, and make something of themselves. They would not end up like she did!

Maria was about to leave the room, when a man rushed in and almost bumped into her. He started yelling at her, talking very quickly. She understood enough English to get by, but she was so flustered that she responded in her native tongue.

"What's the matter with you? Are you stupid? You're in this country, and you don't even speak English? I am going to speak to your manager, now!" he roared.

Maria was very frightened, and ran off with tears in her eyes.

Maria put the last load of wash in, then went to change back into her own clothes. As she got ready to leave, Jack, her manager stopped her.

"Room 226 just called, and was very upset. He said you were late in cleaning his room."

"It was a long day sir. I had 14 checkouts, and needed to get a new vacuum because mine broke again. And 226 is at the end of the hall. It was the last one on the schedule today."

"I know, but that is no excuse to make a customer mad. If you ever do anything like this again, I will not hesitate to fire you, and report you to the authorities. If you want to stay in this country, you had better change your ways. Now go home. This conversation is over."

Maria cried as she rode the bus. It wasn't until she reached her apartment that she forced herself to dry her eyes. She couldn't let her beloved children see her like this. She had to be strong. For them.

* * *

Maria loved her children with all her heart. They were the most important thing in her life. She would do anything for them, and she sacrificed her own enjoyment so that they might have a chance at a better life.

It was only after they went to bed that she discussed what had happened with Tia Miranda. She told her of the horrid man, and what he had said and done to her.

Miranda became gravely serious.

"I know that you do not believe in such things, but I know an old woman, a gypsy, who will put a curse on this man."

"No Miranda" said Maria, shaking her head. But Miranda was insistent. She left the apartment, and went up the 5th floor where the old woman lived. It was almost an hour later when she returned with a small pouch.

"Put the contents of this pouch onto something he will touch. When he returns, the curse will be upon him, and he will never harm you again. In fact, he will be compelled to do something of value to you, to help fulfill your deepest innermost wish."

Maria did not believe in superstition, but there was not stopping Miranda when she got in a mood like this. So Maria accepted the pouch, and put it into her purse.

* * *

Maria intended on just throwing out the pouch once she got to work, but when she saw that her schedule had been changed so that she would do the horrid man's room *first*, then she saw that it was in even worse shape than the previous day, she was fuming mad.

Maria made up the room, but before leaving she pulled out the pouch, and sprinkled the light powder onto the man's luggage. She left, locking the room, and thought nothing more of it. There was too much work to do, and this room had taken much longer than she would have liked. Now she was behind, and had to make up time...

* * *

Paul returned to the hotel at 5:30, his meeting completed. He was going home the next day, so he only had to get through one more night. He went upstairs to drop off his briefcase. Then he would go to the bar to relax.

He put down his things, unzipped his suitcase, and threw in the dirty clothes from the pile on the floor. He would finish packing later. For now, he was thirsty.

Paul went down to the bar, ordered a large beer from the pretty barmaid, and started to drink it as he read the financial section of the paper. His hand felt gritty or dirty, so he decided to go to the men's room and wash up. But first he had to use the facilities, so he went to the urinal on the wall, and did his business.

After washing his hands, he went back to his paper

"Give me a beer" he barked out gruffly at the girl behind the counter.

She gave him the beer, along with a weak smile. If she wasn't relying on tips to make her living, she would have told this rude man off.

He was staring at her big breasts, leering at her. She was really cute. Her legs were long an smooth, and she wore a short enough skirt to really show them off. If she was trying to get the men's attention so that she would get good tips, it was working.

The financial section of the paper was very dry and boring today, so Paul turned to the entertainment section, which he almost never read. But for some reason, it seemed more interesting than the money section today. He read about movie stars, TV shows, and who was dating who. There was also an article on new fashions for the fall, which showed women in long skirts and retro jackets. He read the article from end to end.

Paul wanted another drink, but beer didn't sound good now.

"Could I have a bloody mary please?" he asked the girl.

"Sure thing hon" she replied.

Paul drank the spicy tomato juice, and watched the TV. A man sat down in the next bar stool, and started to talk to Paul. Normally he was a loner, but this man seemed nice, and in no time they had struck up quite a conversation.

They were getting on very well, and the man bought Paul another bloody mary. It was last call, so by the time he finished with his drink, it was almost 7:30.

"So, can I take you out to dinner?" said the man.

"Excuse me?" replied Paul, surprised.

"It doesn't have to be like a date or anything. I'd just like to buy you dinner, and enjoy your company a little longer" said the man eagerly.

Paul was aghast! This man was trying to pick him up! What a pervert. He mumbled something, and stormed off to his room.

* * *

When Paul reached room 226, he put his key in to unlock it, and entered the room. He had to go to the bathroom, so he went into there first. He unzipped his fly, and reached in. His boxers must have been tangled up, because he couldn't find anything to whip out. He dropped his pants, and pulled down his boxers. He reached down, and found....nothing.

What the hell! He wasn't so drunk that he was hallucinating! He looked down there, and NO! There was nothing there, but a slit surrounded by soft pink flesh. A pussy. No!!!

He turned to the mirror to get a better look. He blinked, not believing what he saw. His short graying hair had turned jet black, and was now hanging down to his shoulders. And just below his shoulders, his chest puffed out. The nipples could clearly be seen through the white shirt. No wonder the man had been so friendly. He thought that Paul was a woman.

It suddenly dawned on Paul, that he *was* a woman. He had a pussy. He had large breasts. He had long hair. He had a pretty face, with a gorgeous dark complexion.

"I have a great tan" he thought.

Although it was beyond reason and comprehension what was happening, and he was revolted at the changes, he also still had something within him that was turned on at the sight of a woman. Something that made him want to explore this new body. He took off all his clothes, and walked over to the bed.

He laid on his back, propped his head up with a pillow, and spread his legs wide. He felt very turned on by the perfect female body he saw. He started by touching the breasts. Even the fingers were small and delicate now, which fascinated him.

Soon, his hand found its way down between his legs, and he started to explore. He had just read about Brittany Spears and her comments on masturbation. This wasn't wrong. *She* did it every day (or so she said).

It wasn't long before he found himself in the throes of orgasm, his new body quivering all over with delight. Each new spot brought on a new sensation, making him want to dig further, and discover more.

In fact, it was well over an hour before he stopped, more from exhaustion, than anything else. Between that and the alcohol, he found himself drifting off to sleep.

* * *

Paul woke up at 4:30 in the morning. He had the strangest dream. He rolled over to get under the covers, when his arm brushed up against something large, firm and full on his chest. A breast. He jumped up, and reached down between his legs.

No! It wasn't a dream! It was real. He screamed out loud, and immediately covered his mouth with his hand when he heart the high-pitched sound he had just made. He had a girl's voice!

"I'm a girl" he said out loud, still not believing it.

He really had to go to the bathroom, and felt ashamed to have to sit down to pee. He didn't know enough to wipe when he was done, so he was very annoyed to feel a little warm drip going down his leg.

He needed a shower. That's what he needed. He started it, stepped under the hot steaming water, and washed himself all over. But everything he touched was *female*. It was impossible! It could not be real. But it was.

Tears surged up into his eyes, and he was not able to stop them. He was upset, and his new body responded by crying. As he looked down, he noticed something else: he had a gorgeous tan, but he didn't have any tan lines.

That meant....this was his normal body color. He was darker skinned now. He was Hispanic! No! Just like that stupid maid who didn't even speak English! He was just like her now.

Paul got out of the shower, and put on the robe hanging from the door. He jumped when he heard a knock at his door. He looked through the peephole, and was shocked to see a man there. Himself. Or his *former* male self, that is.

He opened the door, and let the man in. The man looked as frightened as he was.

"I woke up this morning" said the man, "and I was *this*" he said, waving his hand up and down his body.

"And I became *this* last night" said Paul in his pretty voice.

"You have my accent" said the man.

"I don't have an accent" replied Paul, but the man just laughed.

"Yes you do. You barely speak English. Habla Espanol?"

Paul responded with an angry tirade, but quit after he realized something. He *was* speaking in Spanish. He thought things, but when he spoke, it came out in Spanish now. It was impossible! But then so was becoming a woman, and that had happened to him.

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