Ugly Duckling Sort Of Thing

I know I am blessed. First because I have a man in my life. But I wasn't always blessed. I was ugly. My name Maria Ofelia, we all are named Maria something. My family was poor, we didn't have money for braces, money for a doctor to help with acne, money for contact lenses. We had old, used clothes and we shopped at the food pantry. My mother or my older sister cut my hair. We didn't have makeup. We didn't even have a mirror for makeup. The house we lived in was two bedrooms and one small bathroom. Six children, and an abandoned mother. Everyone worked as soon as they could carry something, everyone worked as soon as someone paid you some money for a chore. We worked in the laundromat folding clothes for a dollar or two. We worked for the food pantry folding boxes at a dime a piece. Not all of us were smart enough, and a couple of my sisters chose the easy way out, sex and druqs, prostitution. Money was something we did not have.

I was too ugly for the woman that hired the girls at school. You had to be pretty to have that job. That's what men wanted. I wasn't good enough to sell. I had to fold laundry or fold boxes, my sisters had money to buy makeup. On the 'good' side, since I did a lot of physical labor I was strong. Had strong hands and strong arms for a girl. I also developed a broad back for a girl and strong thighs. When I stood naked I had small breasts, and wide hips, and a big ass and thick bush. Not material for pictures paid for of some of my friends. But, I liked my body and I liked that I was strong.

A friend, later I would learn that she was lesbian and that's why she didn't get pregnant in high school, introduced me to body building. There was a gym, in our neighborhood it wasn't much, but a gym and that's where we worked out. I was too oblivious to realize that she worked out with me because she had a sexual interest in me. And she liked solid, hard, women. And as soon as I got there, which was in the eleventh grade, she forced me on a mat and did what girls like her do with girls who don't know what they are.

She is the one that fixed me up. Her father had a repair shop for trucks and she had money for things like clothes and makeup. She bought me underwear, fresh in a package from Walmart, with a high cut no butt, or thongs that she pulled up tight on me. She spent time shaving me until I was completely shaved, and I shaved her back. We did this almost every day to remain smooth. I learned to like her shaved, and to 'eat' her oyster as she ate mine.

After high school I got a job as a sales girl at a Jamba Juice in the mall and she got a job selling supplements to girls at the gym. We got thick. Strong. Hard. Defined. When you look like that you wear smaller clothes, so that you can show off your body muscle. Tight shirts, tight shorts and pants, and if you have to wear a skirt or dress, show a lot of thigh. Cleavage we didn't have, we had pecs of a man, with pierced nipples, pierced clits, pierced belly buttons.

I was 26 when a man 'got ahold of me' and forced his dick in me, down my throat and all. That's how she said it, but I responded to him and I didn't mind having his dick in my mouth. I didn't mind having his dick up my 'c**t'. I gave him my 'ass', so he would have the trifecta. He likes me defined and I workout to look the way he likes. Defined, but he still wants feminine, so easy on the shoulders and upper arms, hard on the belly and the thighs. Defined, kept smooth at a spa. Tiny panties and tiny bras. Better still no panties no bra. I like to show myself to him, I practiced in the mirrors at the club. He gave me a nice apartment and a car. My friend, she was and is upset because I have a man. But she likes my apartment more and she lives with me, and has to sleep in her room when he's around. We both work at the club, I'm a trainer now.