Black and Blue to in the Pink

So I guess it was bound to happen for someone like me, though I know it happens a lot to the girls and some of the guys too where I usually pick up. Lots of people just passing through, they figure no one will care. Lupercalia’s like that. Almost as bad as Vegas, except our brand of tourists tend to be more… interesting, to say the least. I got into a car with three guys to go party by the river and they beat me up when they got my clothes off. I don’t want to talk about it.

I don’t have money for a doctor and I didn’t know who else to call. Cali looked after me until the bruising eased enough for me to move around better. His kind seem to have a way of somehow just… making you better a little faster. I can’t explain it. Yuri didn’t say anything, just left us for a few hours. I still don’t think he recognized me from class, but that was a whole term or two ago, and I only got to attend for just over a month. I’m not going to say anything for now.

Anyhow, I thought that night that Yuri didn’t care, but when he woke up the next night he told Cali that he didn’t want me hooking anymore, not “out there”. I’d come back to play with Cali’s family a couple times since the birthday party, and they always paid me. Even counting that, the few shoots I’d done weren’t enough to keep me long, and I guess I looked worried because Cali smiled at us both and called his boss.

I had an appointment later that night with him. Phrixus. He owns TCR, probably the best-known preternatural adult night club in America. People come from around the world to see Phrix’s boys. I’m going to be one of them, I can’t believe it!

I’d have thought a busy guy like Phrix would rush me out of his office, but he actually seemed to be genuinely concerned about me. He wants to have the doctor look me over when he came in for the monthly checkups and blood tests, which is fine. I’ve always been really careful. The rules are really strict here, but the employee handbook also lists out the free benefits and those really caught my eye. I was nervous but Cali said Phrix was nice and that I shouldn’t worry about being honest with him.

It’s not that I don’t dress the part now that I’m not living at home, but it’s one thing to be a crossdresser for show and profit, and quite another to confess to a stranger that you want to use your benefits to get hormone therapy so you can be a real girl. It always makes me feel a bit like Pinochio to tell people that, in that way.

He asked the usual questions about why hormones versus implants and so on, but Phrix never tried to make me explain why I wanted a sex change. He just accepted me for what I am. He’s cool like that. I left the office with a job, the promise of a room of my own downstairs, and full benefits starting after my first shift. I freakin’ lucked out! I’m even posting this from that room he promised. Can you believe he had it decorated in pink and white and lavender just for me, with a brass daybed, a little loveseat, and an antique vanity, all done yesterday? The paint is like, just now dry. He’s so nice. Considering one of his kids just had a huge birthday party here, it was a lot to undertake for someone he doesn’t even know.

I know it sounds cheesy, but being here makes me feel so very blessed. Thanks Phrix, if you ever read this. I’d send you flowers if I wasn’t so broke still.

My first shift is tomorrow afternoon, just go-go dancing in the cages and on the balconeys–they have ones from the VIP level and one that goes out over the crowd waiting outside. Still, I can’t wait. I don’t really want to go on the regular stage anyhow, yet. The thought of people being able to grab me freaks me out a bit. Yeah, I know they have amazing security here, but still.

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