I wore this cute white jersey dress with pink panties again so they’d kind of show through when it got wet, but they were soft cotton so that they’d go all transparent too. The crowd loved it. Apparently the market for girlyboys is hardly tapped around here, so far as crossdressers on stage at least. I know there were a couple others on the stroll. I got so into it tonight, I even showed off some self service I’ve been practicing on in private. Cali taught me to stretch my back muscles, and doing it with your legs up over your head is easier than trying to bend down to get it in your mouth.

This girl got so excited watching me, she paid a fortune to get my panties (she had a bidding war with this old guy that had been watching me all night) and then after she bought me dinner and a drink at the bar. I wasn’t going to sleep with her because I wasn’t ready to be a rentboy again yet, but she ended up coming down to my room anyhow. I think she was a bit surprised when she saw the place, but come on, I was wearing a dress when she first saw me. My room is pretty girly, admittedly. Especially since I’ve had the chance to go shopping and splurge a bit on myself.

We ended up fucking after a few drinks, but it wasn’t bad. She left me her number. I don’t know if I’ll call or not. I’m not really looking for anything, especially not a girlfriend. I have Cali and Yuri if I want to have someone to go out with or wake up with in the afternoon. They spoil me all the time, and Yuri calls me his Princess. I’m not dumb, I know he wants to drink from me, but I like it. Besides, guys treat me more like what I prefer. Girls just… don’t get it, really. They just don’t, even if they don’t mind seeming like a lesbian. I want to be teated like a Princess. I deserve it, why not?

Yuri stopped by to watch me since he was off Friday night for exams or something. I think he enjoyed it. He had a little camcorder, and apparently I was chosen to appear in some clips for TCR’s site, and in the zine. I’m really excited about that! I’ll post when it comes out so everyone can check out my first real performance. Cali said he’d link to it from his site too, help to get me some publicity. He’s some marketing wiz, that cat.

I think I’ll wait for that girl to show up again on her own. Ice says she’s a regular up there, so if she’s interested I imagine she’ll come looking for me.

I tried Cali’s advice, and I strip and sell off a pair of panties on every set. Can you believe people give me like $50 for a $5-10 pair of panties each time? I’m going to just order lots of cute ones and keep selling them right off my ass. It’s awesome!

I’ve been still dancing the cages and the balconeys, and I’m getting really comfortable here. Next week I’m booked to try out the shower stage and see if I like it. There are some openings in the schedule up in the VIP for that, so I might take it if it goes well. I like the idea that you’re still enclosed, but people can tip you well with tokens and stuff. Cali showed it to me. They have a system sort of like… a slot machine or ski ball, I guess. Customers in the VIP put tokens or bills into the slots built into the stage, and when security escorts you out they give you the print out of your take for the set. You just turn it in at the bar at the end of the night to get your cash. Saves the logistics of collecting tips when you’re dancing in the water. Pretty clever.

The wardrobe room has every kind of costume and sexy clothing I could imagine, like… Pandora’s Box for strippers. Pretty cool. Cali put me in a schoolgirl uniform–apparently Phrix had the tartans specially made in purple and blue for the club–with pink lace panties and the white blouse tied together at the midriff. With my hair and makeup done, I looked enough like a girl that I was so very happy to be going to work. Cali snapped a few pictures for me to save.

The cage is raised up so the customers get a view right up your skirt, or up at your package if you’re in pants, I guess. The good thing is, they can’t really touch you if you stay back from the bars. That made me feel better, and it was easier to loosen up when you’re in control.

I made a couple hundred bucks tonight, just for dancing around in the cage for a few hours and letting people look up my skirt! Working here is great! Cali said I should try stripping out of the panties too, to get more money, so I think I’ll try that tomorrow.

Phrix had me do a couple songs on the front balcony to keep the people in the line outside fired up–that was okay but you don’t get tips doing that. Too high up. But you still get the hourly rate for go-go dancing, and Phrix is pretty generous. Maybe I’ll get brave enough to be a rentboy here. Way better than on the streets, and they look after the boys so well. I talked to a couple tonight, and they have nothing but good things to say about the place and the customers. I’m not going to worry about it yet.

Oh yeah, I found out that the kid Phrix was throwing the party for isn’t actually his. lol I thought he was, the way they act. Laney is the one whose birthday it was. He lives with Phrix’s family and works as a busboy on the main floor. Apparently he’s a stray Phrix rescued a few months ago. The more I get to know about him, the more I like Phrix.

Well, here’s to hoping that Cali’s suggestion works tomorrow night…

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.

I guess I kept staring at him the whole time, but he really is beautiful: so dark, and hair down to his knees… *sigh* He moves all slinky like his spine is unhinged, and he has this way of just… looking at you with those big, slanted blue-green eyes that makes you think dirty thoughts even in the middle of a diner. But I digress, as they say.

He said he liked my look and wanted to have me in his next movie. That’s exactly how he put it: “I want to have you in my next movie.” He speaks softly but with this delicious purr. You’ve probably heard him on TV. It’s so sexy. I thought I would just die.

So yeah, I was in his movie and I got a few more offers after that. Always ‘alternative’ stuff, of course. That’s okay. I wasn’t expecting Hollywood to beat down my door just because Cali fucked me stupid for ten minutes. That was just the beginning. Things got even better.

Cali and I did a few more shoots together, and one day he asked if I’d come home with him as a present for his boyfriend’s birthday. The guy apparently has a thing for Asians. I should have put two and two together, but it’s not like Cali’s short on boyfriends, if you know what I mean. He said he knew I liked vampires, and that was when I realized I’d seen the guy on Cali’s live streaming videos. Now, let’s play 6 Degrees of Separation… except we don’t even need 6 degrees in this case. The year before, I’d started night classes at LNU because, well, I like the things that go bump in the night. My dad insisted that his ‘#1 Son’ be enrolled in business courses, but I was glad to have English credits required too. That’s where I first really saw him. Professor Yuri Sedoi… The violet-eyed vampire with a long, gorgeous face framed by long black hair, his voice a thick, guttural purr of a Russian accent that makes me tingle all over. God. He was my teacher. And he was–is–Cali’s #1 sweetie.

When I got there Cali and Sadiki were having a picnic on the bed, of all Yuri’s favorite things he could no longer eat or drink. I guess it’s true that vampire can taste things through a blood-bound servant. Cali doesn’t like to drink, but Sadiki was tipsy already and there were pricks of dark red at his throat from taste Yuri had already had. Apparently blood alcohol affects vampires still. I was to be the main course.

Cali introduced me by my street name, Okazu, which means a side dish that goes with rice, technically in Japanese. In slang though, it means something you masturbate with, or porn, more literally. Yuri grinned and said it seemed an apt name indeed. He didn’t seem to recognize me dressed as I was, but that was okay. He looked so sexy lounging there with his kitty boys, all I could think was ‘Bite me, please, oh god, bite me.‘ My heart was racing, and my knees were weak so that by the time the two had cleared the dishes and trays aside, I nearly collapsed onto the bed rather than crawled up it in my ribbon-tied shorts and little camisole. Yuri was staring at me like I was dessert, and I was sure that if he bit me then I would cum on the spot. Just being near him made me giddy when he dragged me up onto his lap. Dear god, he was wearing leather slacks that must have been suctioned onto him. Cali and Diki were already tugging at the ribbons on my shorts. Yuri gave me blueberry vodka shots and eventually all I could do was giggle and loll while they pawed at me.

He bit me. I came hard. Happy birthday, Professor Sedoi!