“Are you sure about this? Is there no other way?” Edward asked the two TFPD officers he was with in the interrogation room.
“I’m afraid not Mr. Thompson. You should know this by now. The radiation therapy we use is much safer than that black market garbage your mafia family stole. The only way for the transformation to last is for a gender reversal he added to it. Other wise the change would only last days at best. You might be in protective custody for months.” Officer Jennifer Summers said back to him.
“You call it safer....We call that cowardice. No wonder you can’t catch up to the family with a snitch like me.” Edward said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes.
“Listen here creep. You would be facing 25-30 years for trafficking if not for cooperation. If you don’t want to spend the next 6 months tossed away in some tiny cell you are just gonna have to get over it. Besides it might be good for you to live with a pair of tits for awhile. Give you a little insight into what you helped do to all those innocent people.” Officer Charles Olsen said slamming his hands on the table.
Edward wasn’t stupid. He saw through the good cop, bad cop, routine here. If he had things his way he never would turned away from the life like this. He was a trapper and a damn good one. Using his charm and good looks Edward or Eddie as he preferred to be called would lure people, usually tourists, immigrants, and people to dumb to know better to the secret lab of the transformation mafia. There the mafia would use their stolen tech to turn their victims into all sorts of things. Most common though was they were turned into sexy women to be used as hookers and strippers. They were treated like slaves told to obey if they ever wanted to be changed back.
Normally Eddie didn’t think to hard about what happened to the people he lured. He would take people to local bars and clubs owned by the mafia and party and get drunk with his victims until they didn’t know better. There he would signal the enforcers to come and take them while they couldn’t fight back or cause a scene.
It wasn’t how he wanted to make a living but when the mafia offered him a thousand dollars a head he couldn’t refuse. Three years later he became the best trapper in the city. Until....Until he made a choice. One that cost him his job, status in the mafia, and put a heavy price on his head. Now the TFPD was his only chance at staying alive.
“So you turn me into a chick for the next few months while you build your legal case? I hide out in another town working some crap job as a waitress while you protect me? Then when the time comes you change me back and I testify and then I’m free? Sound about right?” Eddie asked hating his new situation but what choice did he have?
“You got it Mr. Thompson. Officer Olsen and I will go undercover and be keeping tabs on you. Any attempts to run, expose your true identity, or reconnect with your mafia pals and the deal is terminated. We move forward with full trafficking charges on you. Got it?” Officer Summers said.
“Damn lucky you are. Way better deal than you deserve.” Officer Olsen said.
“Fine....Deal.” Eddie said as he signed the contract that was put in front of him.
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