To reduce expenses I move together with a university classmate, then I discover that he is a transvestite and I end up being his slave
Shared Rent
Part One
The Move
It was a Saturday morning when I arrived at the apartment we had rented with Matías. I was carrying only a backpack with my last belongings; the rest had arrived the day before: a few pieces of furniture, the desktop computer, the dishes and kitchen utensils we had managed to gather, etc.
You see, Matías and I are not close friends, more like acquaintances from a university course. However, we both faced the same problem: housing. The options were clear: each of us could move into a studio apartment, sharing the living room, kitchen, and bedroom in the same space. The alternative was to join forces and rent a three-room apartment together, which would give us a bit more space. Besides, by sharing the expenses this way, we would be a little more financially comfortable.
So, we set out to find an apartment that met our expectations. Don’t think it was easy; quite the opposite. It had to be close to the university, preferably with spacious rooms, within our budget, with low maintenance costs, etc.
After many days of visiting apartments, we finally decided on one that met at least most of our requirements. We gradually brought over all our belongings during the week, and today was the big day: we were finally moving in.
At that moment, we established what we considered clear rules of coexistence:
1. The living room and kitchen were common spaces.
2. We would take turns cooking, one day each.
3. We had to keep these common spaces tidy and clean.
4. The bedrooms were an inviolable sanctuary for each of us.
5. No visits from friends or girlfriends were allowed without prior consent.
We arranged the furniture: in the living room, a two-seater sofa right in front of the TV; next to it, under the window, a one-meter square table with four chairs. In the kitchen there was only space for the dishes and a small countertop for cooking. We added a shelf with a small microwave oven that Matías had gotten second-hand.
In my room, which was quite spacious, there was only a single bed and a small desk where I could work with my laptop. The closet was large and, considering how little clothing I had, I really had plenty of space.
— Well, much better than a studio —I murmured to myself. After all, my room, like Matías’s, was almost the size of a small apartment: about four meters by four and a half meters, more than comfortable for one person.
A routine was then established. In the morning I would have breakfast and head to work. I had no idea what Matías did for a living; whatever it was, it allowed him to sleep late, and it was very hard to see him up before noon. In the afternoons we attended university, and at night one of us, according to the assigned turn, would prepare dinner.
I would then sit in front of the TV to watch a series or occasionally a movie. However, I always did it alone: after finishing dinner, Matías would immediately get up, say a laconic “Good night,” and lock himself in his room. I assumed he spent the nights studying, preparing for exams.
Everything was perfect for almost six months, at which point I was informed at work that they would be letting me go due to a “staff restructuring.” Why do they always use that euphemism to politely say you no longer belong to the company? Anyway, there wasn’t much to say about it. I received the corresponding severance pay, thinking that at least it would allow me to cover my share of the expenses for two or perhaps three months until I found a new job.
When Matías heard the news, he behaved like a true friend. He gave me the usual string of clichés:
— What sons of bitches.
— Don’t worry, you’ll be working again soon.
— With your qualifications, it’ll be easy to find another job, etc.
Despite all of Matías’s good intentions and all my effort, nearly three months passed of sending out résumés, going to interviews, and getting my hopes up thinking “I made a good impression,” “they’ll definitely hire me here,” but nothing. My savings from the severance had already run out. So, one night during dinner, I directly told Matías:
— I think you’ll have to look for another roommate to help with the rent.
— Why?
— Well, I’m almost out of money. I’ll have to go back to my parents, and you need someone to share expenses with.
— Don’t even think about it. We get along well, we have a perfect routine, I’m not going to risk it with someone I don’t know.
— Did you hear me? I have no more money.
— I heard you perfectly. Don’t worry, I have some savings and I can cover the expenses for a couple of months until you find something.
— I can’t ask that of you.
— When you find something, you can pay me back little by little. It’s always better than risking living with someone who leaves everything dirty and messy, or worse, who doesn’t know how to cook.
He had a point there: we had established a routine in which we harmonized perfectly, and I must say that Matías’s cooking skills were practically nonexistent. If it were up to him, I think we would have died of hunger or food poisoning a long time ago.
— It’s decided —he says—. I’ll cover the expenses as long as I can, and until you find a job, you’ll take care of keeping the house clean and cooking.
— Fine, it’ll be temporary, just until I get a job.
Even today I remember that conversation. I heard myself sounding so sure, so confident of finding something.
I had no idea how wrong I was.
Three more months passed and I was still looking for anything that would allow me to earn some money. Knowing that Matías’s savings were running out, I felt guilty —after all, I was responsible for the situation—, some hatred toward life for putting me in this position, and finally despair because, despite all my efforts and my roommate’s goodwill, it would all end as it had begun: me going back to my parents’ house and Matías looking for someone to share expenses with.
One night, however, things began to change. After dinner, Matías went to his room as always, and I set about washing the dishes and tidying the kitchen. While the water was running, I needed to urinate. I headed to the bathroom and noticed that my roommate’s bedroom door was not completely closed, but simply ajar.
What I saw left me stunned. There was Matías, but he was not the person I knew. He was looking at a stunning blonde with heavy makeup, earrings, bracelets, and necklaces. She was wearing red lingerie, a garter belt around her waist that held up natural-colored nylon stockings, and the outfit was completed with matching red shoes with at least twelve-centimeter stiletto heels.
The webcam was on, and he (she, really) was striking different poses for an audience unknown to me. I tried not to make any noise and continue on my way to the bathroom, without much success, I must say, because at one point she turned her head and our eyes met. He knew perfectly well that I was watching.
Not knowing what to do, I went back to the living room, turned on the TV, and tried to watch a movie, without any success, I must say. The images of my roommate kept coming back to my mind again and again: her lingerie, her shoes, the exquisite makeup that completely hid his masculine nature, transforming him into a spectacular woman.
I’m not sure what time it was, perhaps three or four in the morning, while I continued staring at the TV without really seeing it. The door to Matías’s room opened and she emerged (I couldn’t call her anything else), walking down the hallway. I heard the click of her heels approaching, she passed in front of me, and, taking one of the chairs, sat down crossing her legs.
She was shamelessly displaying herself to me. I turned off the TV and devoted myself to contemplating her in detail. I couldn’t believe that such a woman had, until a few hours ago, been my roommate. Her blonde hair (a wig, I suppose) fell over her shoulders, the makeup was simply exquisite, her bra held a pair of very natural-looking breast prostheses —in fact, you could see the nipples through the fabric—, the nails I hadn’t noticed before were long and painted red, just like her lips. The red shoes had impossibly high heels and were fastened with a kind of strap around the ankle.
— Well —she said in a slow, low, seductive voice—, I thought it was time to introduce you to Marisa.
I simply didn’t know what to answer. I just sat there on the sofa in my underwear, staring at her.
— There’s no need for you to say anything —she said as she stood up and walked with a sway to sit beside me—. Your little friend has already answered for you.
This was obvious: beneath my underwear you could see my erection.
I felt her right leg, sheathed in a pair of stockings, brushing against my left leg (she was sitting to my right). Her hand slipped under my underwear, freeing my cock and beginning to stroke it slowly.
— Do you like it? —she asked.
Did I like it? It was killing me with excitement. I didn’t know what turned me on more: seeing her hand with those nails stroking me, the brush of her leg against mine, the softness with which she masturbated me, or her voice. Please, how did she achieve that voice? Just hearing it transported me to a world full of pleasures.
— I have to confess something to you —she says.
Confess something? What other secrets was my roommate hiding?
— I left the door open on purpose. I wanted you to see me and get to know me.
— The thing is, I make my living as a webcam model. Every night I transform, and several clients pay to watch the content I create.
— Perfect —was all I could respond, lost in the variety of sensations flooding me.
— Sometimes they just pay to watch, other times they ask me to do certain things in exchange for tokens.
— Tokens?
— Yes, it’s a kind of virtual currency that I then exchange for euros.
— Aha.
— The fact is that some of my regular clients are asking me to introduce a partner into the performances. And I thought you would be the ideal person.
— Me? Impossible.
— Yes, you. After all, you’re out of work. We’d share the earnings.
— But everyone would see me. Impossible.
— That’s the least of it. The people who visit me don’t belong to any of our social circles. Besides, there are ways to make sure they don’t recognize you.
— But what would I have to do?
— The same as now, just in front of a camera. Don’t you like it?
— I love it. You have a delicious voice and your hands are divine.
— So, do we have a deal? If you want we can keep discussing it or I can make you finish.
Desperate as I was, my only answer was:
— We have a deal.
— Good boy —and she increased the pace until I had an orgasm.
At that moment, she brought her hand to her mouth and began to lick my cum from her fingers. At that moment I thought I would have another orgasm just from watching her.
**Part Two**
**The Video Debut**
The next day we didn’t go to university, since Matías had told me we needed to prepare for my debut.
— Prepare? —I asked.
— Yes, of course. Wait a moment, first I’m going to get ready.
I stayed seated in the living room, doubting my choice. Had the excitement of the moment led me to accept the proposal? On the other hand, it was a source of income. What things would I have to do in front of the camera? Would someone recognize me?
I was lost in these thoughts when Marisa appeared, a true sexual goddess. Now she wore a black wig, intense makeup, dark eyes lined like a cat’s, lips painted wine-red, long matching nails, a leather corset holding up black nylon stockings with eight garter straps, knee-high boots with impossible heels, and, of course, a bust that couldn’t look more realistic.
— All right, my love, now it’s your turn.
— What do I have to do?
— First you’re going to the bathroom to shave your entire body. I don’t want to see a single hair when you’re done.
— Is it necessary?
— Definitely. The men who visit me like you to be well shaved. There are others who prefer a lot of body hair, but that’s not the case.
Resigned, I went to the shower and began the task of shaving my entire body. I can assure you it’s not an easy task at all. Although I’m naturally quite hairless, when shaving my legs the hairs piled up on the razor, forcing me to rinse and clean it constantly. Finally, after about half an hour, I emerged and presented myself naked in front of her.
— Let’s see —she said as she examined me—. You missed a bit here on your ass, come here and I’ll help you.
When she was satisfied, she led me to her room, which I had never entered before.
— Here, put this on —she said, handing me a complicated leather harness.
With her help I managed to put it on. It had no real function since it left my genitals exposed; it was simply strips of leather that encircled my torso, my waist, and lifted my buttocks. Then she handed me a latex mask, which she also helped me put on. It was black, of course, and only had openings for my eyes and mouth, completely covering my head.
Well, at least now I was completely sure no one would recognize me.
— And now, the final touch —she said as she placed a device at the base of my cock that I later learned was called a cock ring—. This ensures your erection lasts longer and it takes you more time to reach orgasm. We don’t want you to cum ten minutes after the show starts.
Then she proceeded to place an identical device on her own genitals. Immediately afterward, she logged into the platform, turned on the camera, and we waited.
— And now? —I asked, completely ignorant of this world.
— Now we wait. First the curious ones will arrive, and then little by little those willing to deposit some money. In the meantime, we have to offer them something.
With that, she put lube on her hand and began to stroke me slowly.
— Come on, don’t be shy, do the same. We have to attract the audience.
Little by little the chat filled up. Some asked questions, others made comments, until finally a message appeared.
— Hi beautiful, is this your slave?
— Yes, it is.
— What’s his name?
— Slaves have no name.
— Good answer. I’d like to see him with a gag in his mouth, is that possible?
— If the counter reaches 100 tokens, no problem.
What do you mean no problem? Were they talking about me? Didn’t I have any say?
The counter began to increase little by little. One participant deposited 10 tokens, another 20, some cheapskate only five. In any case, the figure quickly approached what Marisa had requested, and in a short time it had reached the required amount.
— The audience commands —she tells me as she goes to the closet and takes a ball gag from one of the drawers, which she places in my mouth, adjusting the straps behind my neck.
— Perfect —says the first man in the chat—, I love seeing a gagged slave. I’d like to see now how you stroke him.
— No problem. Those who want to see my slave stroke me can do so when another 100 tokens are added.
Once again the counter began to rise. In a few minutes it reached 200 tokens and Marisa says to me:
— You know what you have to do.
I put lube on my hands and began to stroke her very slowly, remembering that I still shouldn’t make her cum (I thought I was already understanding the dynamic of teasing, waiting for the participants to contribute, and then granting the fantasy).
Another participant comments:
— I’d like to see your slave with an anal plug.
— Not yet —she replied—, you see, this slave is in training and is also a virgin. As you can understand, seeing him with a plug for the first time will be quite an event. If you prefer, instead, for another 50 tokens I can show you how I use one.
A plug inside my ass. An event, she was talking about. Suddenly I felt that the idea of participating wasn’t so good. Inevitably, my ass would be penetrated sooner or later.
The counter, of course, began to rise once more until it reached the requested number. Marisa then took an anal jewel from the closet (which I later learned was what it was called) and, turning to me:
— Will you help me? The audience is waiting.
I took the anal jewel, lubed it, and after she positioned herself to show her asshole, I began to insert it slowly: a little at first, then withdraw it, then put it back in a little more. All accompanied by Marisa’s moans and requests:
— Yes, please, I love it. We need to get a bigger one. Someday you have to try this.
I don’t know if all these things were true or just a performance for the audience watching us. The result, in any case, was that the tokens kept increasing.
— Now gentlemen, for the grand finale, for 200 more tokens you’ll see my slave cum on my face and how he helps me finish.
I must clarify that the tokens appeared as if by magic. Marisa then knelt between my legs, positioned the camera to show her face, and began to kiss my genitals. Oh my God, what a delicious mouth! Shortly after I couldn’t hold back any longer and, when I warned her, she pulled back and offered her face for me to cum on, which I did almost immediately.
— Delicious, isn’t it? —she said, looking at the camera.
Then she asked me to stroke her until she also had her own orgasm.
— Well gentlemen —she said to the camera—, it has been a real pleasure. Remember that tomorrow, if you wish, we will continue with the education of my slave.
Then she turned off the camera.
— You were excellent for your first time. Little by little you’ll loosen up.
The truth is I was afraid of what her words meant.
— Cheer up, we made almost seven hundred tokens. Consider that each token is approximately one euro. The platform charges a five percent commission, so it was an excellent night.
— I almost forgot, forgive me. I was so excited that I forgot to remove your gag. Keep the harness on, you’ll wear it again tomorrow.
I nodded, already resigned to everything that had happened, and retired to my room hoping to get some sleep.
**Part Three**
**The Next Morning**
The next day, after getting up and still pondering the events of the previous night, I set about preparing breakfast. When I was almost finished, Matías arrived.
— Good morning —he said.
— Hi, good morning. How was it possible that the person I had in front of me right now could transform at night into a complete woman?
— Breakfast is ready —I said.
— Fantastic, I’m starving.
— While we eat, if you don’t mind, I’d like to ask you some questions. I’m still processing yesterday.
— I understand how you must feel. Your uncertainty is perfectly logical.
— I can’t wrap my head around how you can transform into Marisa. You achieve a feminine, sensual appearance that I have to admit drives me crazy.
— Thank you —she replied with a smile—. But that’s not what worries you, is it?
— Actually, it’s a question. Have you always done this? How did you start? Have you been dressing since adolescence?
— So many questions all at once. I’ll tell you that actually no. Until two years ago I was a completely heterosexual man like you, but at a certain point I found myself in the same situation: without a job, unable to pay the rent, not knowing what to do.
— It was at that moment that I decided to try being a webcam model. I simply thought: if a man is willing to pay to watch me masturbate in front of a camera, I have no problem with that.
— Obviously something changed.
— Of course. At first I had some audience, not much, until one day a viewer offered me 100 tokens if I wore women’s underwear.
— And you accepted?
— Understand, the next day I had an eviction pending; I would have ended up on the street. So, with no options, I bought a set of lingerie with the little money I had and put it on. Those 100 tokens were enough to prevent the eviction.
— And then?
— You’d be surprised what one can do when desperate and someone offers you money that will let you eat. I’ve lived it and soon you’ll live it too. The more perverse the fantasy, the more money the viewer is willing to offer, and when you don’t have many options, the more willing you are to fulfill other people’s fantasies. In fact, you almost hope the fantasy is perverse so you can demand a higher payment.
— Is that why you included me?
— Exactly. There are some viewers we could call “regulars.” Yesterday the one who asked me to gag you is one of them. He had been asking me for quite a while to incorporate another person.
— And there I was, as you said before, without a job, without options.
— More or less, but always remember that I never forced you to do anything. You were the one who saw the tokens entering the account and accepted. At any moment you could have said “this is as far as I go” and walked away.
— You’re right, but you’re forgetting something.
— What? I think I was honest.
— Don’t ask me why or how, but the fact is that Marisa drives me crazy. The excitement when I’m with her is incredible. You can ask me for something and I can refuse, but if she asks me, I’m like clay in her hands.
— Now you’re the one confessing.
— My intention is simply to be honest with you. I would never allow you to masturbate me, but I dream of Marisa doing it. I know it’s irrational, that I can’t deny they’re the same person, yet that’s what happens to me when I’m with her.
— Since we’re in the mood for confessions, I can assure you my case is similar. It’s as if it were a kind of split personality. Now as Matías I would be incapable of even touching you; as Marisa, on the other hand, it’s as if I transform. I enjoy the sensuality, the feel of the clothes against my shaved skin, seeing my hands caress your genitals. I hope you’re not offended.
— No, not at all. I think it’s quite clear. And now how do we proceed?
— Well, tonight we’ll have another session. We’ll see what they ask us to do and I hope we raise quite a bit of money.
**Part Four**
**The Second Session**
I won’t bore you with the preparations for the second night. I was already shaved and in a certain sense I knew what was expected of me. I put on the complicated leather harness, the latex mask, and finally the cock ring. I went to Marisa’s room and, after knocking on the door, entered. Damn, that woman never ceased to amaze me. She was now transformed into a full fetish goddess: long latex gloves up to her shoulders, a leather corset and, of course, the breast prostheses filling her bra, the inevitable stockings with garter belt, and a fully erect cock on which you could also see a ring identical to mine.
— Come in —she says with her usual sensuality—, I was waiting for you. Let’s begin.
Once again, she logged into the platform, turned on the camera, and we prepared to wait for the viewers.
— Caress my genitals, I like how you do it —she tells me.
I begin by first running my hands over her balls, moving up to her fully erect cock. She, on the other hand, brushes my nipples with her nails, pinching them gently. I feel the excitement increasing until I almost forget the camera is on.
— What a beautiful scene —a text appears in the chat window.
— Do you like it? —Marisa asks.
— A lot. I’d like to see your slave kiss your ass even more.
— I love the idea. How about we wait for a hundred tokens?
Quickly the counter began to rise. Somehow I already knew that soon I would be licking Marisa’s asshole.
— One hundred, we’re there —said Marisa, turning around and exposing her buttocks to the camera—. You know what you have to do.
With some hesitation, I approached her buttocks and began to run my tongue over them, getting closer and closer to the hole, while she used her hands to open herself and give me direct access.
Finally I reached it and began to insert my tongue into her ass.
— How delicious —I said. I couldn’t help myself, since her taste was exquisite. I think she expected it because it was perfumed.
— Keep going, you’re doing it so well.
And while she said it, driven by my own excitement, I began to stroke her with one of my hands.
Imagine the position: her lying on the bed, her head against the pillow, her hands spreading her buttocks and exposing her asshole; me meanwhile supported on one hand while with the other I stroked her and my tongue sought to go deeper and deeper into her delicious cavity.
I didn’t notice it at the time, but the token counter kept increasing constantly without any request. Obviously we were putting on quite a show.
At one point another user writes in the chat:
— That ass needs to be filled. It would be interesting to see your slave penetrate you.
— Wow, that request is going to require at least 150 tokens. What do you think?
No more than ten minutes passed when the counter reached the requested amount.
— Looks like today you’re going to receive a gift, right? —Marisa asked me.
I didn’t answer at all. I was desperate and went straight into action. I think I would have done the same even if the participants hadn’t contributed anything. She lay on her back on the bed, I approached, placed her legs on my shoulders, and began to penetrate her. Little by little I was completely inside and began to ride her while she masturbated.
Again, it wasn’t necessary to set a contribution number; the counter kept rising. Obviously the participants on the other side of the camera would be masturbating furiously. I hardly cared; I only had eyes for Marisa’s gestures of pleasure and ears for her moans.
We reached orgasm almost simultaneously. I came inside her and Marisa did so on her stomach. She proceeded to take her cum between her fingers and lick it while looking at the camera. The counter once again kept rising as she drank it.
— What do you think if we raise the stakes? —she mentioned in the chat—. If we reach two hundred tokens, I’ll order my slave to drink his own cum from my ass.
I must clarify that the two hundred tokens were reached in less than five minutes.
Once again, Marisa says to me while offering me her buttocks:
— You know what you have to do.
Obediently, I approached and began to lick my own cum from her ass.
When I finished, she left the room and turned off the camera.
— How did you feel? —she asked.
— It was strange. If you had told me yesterday that I would drink my cum from your ass, I would have said you were crazy.
— I wanted to explain that to you this morning. Sometimes the offer of money and desperation lead us to do things we would never have imagined.
— You’re right, but in my case I wasn’t even looking at the counter. I was so excited I would have done anything you asked.
— It’s good to keep that in mind for the future —she said while giving me a look I couldn’t interpret—. The fact is that today we made almost a thousand tokens. I told you that with a partner my audience would increase.
I said good night and headed to my room, trying to process everything that had happened that night.
**Part Five**
**The Sessions Intensify**
I won’t bore you by detailing every single session. It’s enough to say that during the day our routine remained exactly the same: I prepared breakfast, then we talked with Matías (sometimes about the previous night’s events, mainly due to some doubt or concern of mine, and at other times the topics were completely trivial). Invariably, yes, we converted the tokens into money and I was pleased to see not only that I had paid off my debt to Matías, but also that my savings, for the first time in a long time, were growing.
In the afternoons we attended university (to which I must confess I was paying less and less attention), then I prepared dinner. Here a change had indeed occurred: now I was the one cooking every night, as you know Matías was no good at these tasks.
After eating, each of us would go to our room, change, and I would present myself in Marisa’s room ready for our daily performance. In this case too a subtle but evident change had occurred: Marisa showed herself more and more dominant and I more and more submissive, tacitly adopting the role of a slave.
In these sessions new practices were introduced. One night in exchange for some tokens I performed oral sex on her, another night she was the one who penetrated me, then on another occasion I received her orgasm on my face.
Some more extreme practices were introduced. One night I found myself with my hands cuffed behind my back, my ankles joined by another pair of cuffs and a short chain connecting both, forcing me into a rather uncomfortable position, arched backward, with a plug inside me and a gag in my mouth that made my saliva drip.
Meanwhile Marisa, very slowly, stroked me while asking the audience:
— What do you think? Does he deserve an orgasm or should we leave it for tomorrow?
The vote indicated that I should wait until tomorrow.
— But how do we prevent the slave from touching himself when I turn off the camera? —she asked the viewers.
— I know, I have something here that could be very useful.
She went to the closet and returned with a chastity device in her hands.
— Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back —she says.
Of course, as if I could move. She returned shortly after with a bag of ice, which she applied to my genitals that until then had been fully erect.
Because of the cold, both my cock and my balls began to shrink, all of this transmitted by the webcam.
— How small, they almost look like a child’s —she said to humiliate me.
At that moment she put the device on me, put away the key, and said to the camera:
— See you tomorrow.
I expected that when she turned off the camera she would remove the device from me. Instead she says:
— You’ll have to hold it. We’re not going to lie to our audience.
The next night, when there were enough viewers, she simply asked the group:
— What do you think, shall we free my slave from his prison?
To my dismay, the answer was a resounding no; only one viewer voted yes.
— What shall we do then, let him suffer or at least give him the joy of a prostate orgasm?
This time the vote was unanimous for the second option.
— Great!!! So let’s wait. It’s 500 tokens to witness how my slave loses his virginity.
Once again the counter began to rise until in a short time it had reached the required amount.
Marisa then first placed a ball gag in my mouth while saying to me:
— We want you to moan with pleasure, we don’t want to hear you complain.
Then she made me get on all fours on the bed, removed the plug I was wearing and, after lubing a little more, began to penetrate me for the first time.
Between gasps she says to the camera:
— Do you like it? See how my slave enjoys it.
I must confess that after the initial discomfort, the feeling of pleasure began to increase. Little by little the fear gave way to excitement and, before I realized it, I was moaning and trying to match Marisa’s movements, seeking for her penetration to go deeper.
— It looks like you like it, doesn’t it?
I could only nod while continuing to moan.
— Come on, show our audience how you cum like a little slut.
She had barely finished saying it when I began to ejaculate without even touching myself and still locked in the chastity device.
And that was how I lost my anal virginity.
It has been a little over a year since then. With Matías/Marisa we have a rather strange arrangement: during the day we are roommates with Matías and at night I am Marisa’s slave. I can attest that what Matías said at the time is true: the more perverse the fantasy, the more willing the audience is to contribute tokens to see it fulfilled.
It goes without saying that I have performed many acts I once believed impossible, and just to tell you that not only have I paid off all my debts, but I also have a significant sum saved.