Orin once again burst through the doors of The Gutter, quickly and almost instinctively shoving the painful memories and sensations in certain sensitive areas that were dredged up by its hauntingly familiar sights and sounds under his even more potent than usual confidence and euphoria which had been inspired by the brilliant conquesting plan that he would soon set into motion within its walls. What Ken had failed to tell him before his first expedition to this place is that the trampy call girls who worked here were not in fact entirely girls, but rather a simultaneously revolting and sirenesque combination of even more effeminate than 'normal' faggots (unlike him, he wasn't gay) and chicks who had gone in the opposite direction as him in terms of gender… self-made women? Nah, they ain't capable of takin' charge of their fates the way men are. Which is why I'll be able to 'make' one! I'm like Dr. Frankenstein, except I'm smart enough to make a woman and to use her for more worthwhile causes than the advancement of science! She'll be just for my pleasure and especially made to suit it as well... as a woman should be for a man.
Looking around through the still obnoxiously bright lights, Orin spotted a relatively secluded and shaded compartment at the opposite end of this... establishment. Upon strutting towards it, he discovered that, strangely enough, the doorknob of its door held a sign that read "Come back with a warrant." Must be for the sake of the cops a this neighborhood... I'm goin' in! Orin swung the door open and was dismayed to find what appeared to be a break room and not the fabled back rooms he had been detailed on, with a few horrifically disgusting queers, horrifyingly well-applied but inherently unfitting makeup and clothes for girls complimenting their sickeningly soft yet masculine... almost... attractive in an uncanny way? features (but again he wasn't gay) as well as a cute and innocent-looking especially by contrast but not (yet) well-endowed blonde girl sitting around a table and talking. They abruptly stopped their conversation and looked over at him almost in unison as he entered the room, and one of those nauseating homos stood up from the table and sashayed towards him, forcing him to stop himself from backing away from him, before addressing him. "You lost, darling? If you're lookin' for a good time I can sure show you one."
Orin barely heard one of the others laugh derisively and say something along the lines of "Don't mock him, Brad" through his panic. Darling?! That's... That's a word for girls... I'm not a girl!... Can he tell that I used to be one with some kinda weird powers ya get from bein' friends with Dorothy?! Another laugh snapped him out... inspired him to snap himself out of his agitated contemplations, and he skillfully regained his rightful control and domination over the situation... not that he had ever lost it... by confidently strolling to the table, shoving past that stupid and confusingly nice-looking (not that he would know because he wasn't gay) fairy on the way and forcefully slamming a masculine and not at all womanly hand on it and in front of the girl, who stared up at him in oh so gratifying fear and intimidation for a moment before taking on a more neutral and controlled expression for some stupid reason. "As a matter of fact, I am lookin' for a good time. And I'm gonna get one from you. Now show me where the back rooms a this place are like the good little slut you are." Annoyingly, the dumbass gay who had had the goddamn nerve to laugh at him moments ago stood up to face him and placed a hand on her shoulder, likely helping her confidence.
"Audrey, do you want me to take care of this guy? Please let me take care of him this time. None of us want to keep letting guys treat you like this." Luckily, her self-assuredness did not appear to have been increased by this interaction, and she hesitantly stood up as well. "...Oh, that's okay, really. I appreciate it, though. I'll... show him to the back rooms." Audrey's statement was met with a resounding round of groans from the table... as well as, alarmingly, the fop behind him who he had temporarily forgotten was there, and he quickly started walking her to the door, making sure to stay a noticeable pace ahead of her, as soon as she had made her way to him, muttering "That's what I thought" to her. As they exited the room, Orin responded to one of those stupid queen's remark of "You deserve the world, girl!" with a middle finger, his back turned to him, before slamming the door behind them. Audrey, as the only one out of the two of them who knew the way to the back rooms but very much not as the one who held the power and influence in this situation, took the lead while assuring him that "The back rooms are just this way."
Orin expertly compensated for this by smoothly addressing her, at the same time placing a hand on her shoulder so that it draped onto her chest, which was too small for his liking and probably for hers as well. "Say Audrey, how would you like it if I made you more feminine-like? Surgically... Extensively... Shortly..." Audrey stopped dead in her tracks and stared at him in an awed and unbelieving shock for several seconds, eventually managing to regain her voice. "...I'd...I'd want nothing more than that... how exactly would you..." Wanting to speed things along to the back rooms despite his triumph, Orin interrupted her. "Oh, it'll be like nothin' at all. I'm a doctor, you see, and luckily for you this'll greatly aid you in giving me my... payment. Which starts now... or at least as soon as you get us to those back rooms." Her amazed gazing at him remained steady for a few seconds before she broke it in a respectful and appropriately submissive head dip and continued to guide him to their destination.