The heat of the Mexican sun beat down mercilessly on my back as I knelt in the dust, my once-fine clothes now torn and stained. My name is Maria, but that doesn’t matter anymore. What matters is what I am now—a vessel, a toy, a puta for the filthiest workers in this field. Mama and Papa didn’t raise a princess; they raised a daughter who made a mistake, and now they’ve transformed me into something else entirely.

They found out about Javier, the boy I loved from the university. He was smart, kind, and he saw me as more than just their daughter. But when they discovered we’d been together, their rage was biblical. They said I had shamed them, brought disgrace upon our family name. Their solution wasn’t punishment—it was transformation.

In our home, filled with strange artifacts and books written in languages I couldn’t understand, they performed a ritual. Candles were lit, herbs burned, and Mama chanted words that twisted my stomach. When she was done, I looked in the mirror and barely recognized myself. My long, dark hair fell in tangled waves, my full breasts seemed heavier, my hips wider. But the change was deeper than that—their magic had rewritten my very essence. Now I crave what I once despised: the rough hands of laborers, the stench of sweat and cheap liquor, the degradation that comes with serving men who see me as nothing more than a hole to fill.

Here in the field, that’s exactly what I am. The foreman, a hulking brute named Roberto, pointed at me when I arrived this morning. “This one’s new,” he grunted, his eyes roaming over my body with predatory hunger. “She needs to learn how things work around here.”

I nodded, my tongue thick in my mouth. The magic hummed beneath my skin, urging me to comply, to please, to serve. That’s all I am now—a servant of pleasure for these men.

Roberto grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward a small shed behind the main field office. Inside, it smelled of mildew and dirt. He pushed me against the wall, his calloused hands tearing at the flimsy dress they’d given me. His breath reeked of cigarettes and stale coffee as he leaned in close.