1. Bobbi


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    call-girls, but none of that would provide a steady income yet. The job of modeling coats was for the coat company's spring line, and it would be four to six weeks more before we actually started any shooting. I could have just barely existed on the money I could get out of these part-time jobs, including paying rent to Edith, but only if I also turned at least four tricks a week down at &#034The Gilded G****.&#034 That would not, however, leave any money at all for such things as clothing, hormone shots, and saving for my operation. A real job was a real necessity. My first problem was trying to decide on what kind of job I wanted. It had to be regular &#034nine-to-five&#034 hours, or close to it, with weekends off, so that I could do all the things in my life like dance classes, doctor's appointments, and Friday/Saturday night assignments from Helen. It had to be flexible enough to allow me to take a day or two off once in a while for modeling assignments. It could not involve any real degree of manual labor because of the demands of photographic modeling to keep my hands and body free of marks from accident or strain. Lastly, it should be in Manhattan, so that I would be reasonably close to all the things I had to do. There were not many jobs that fit into those criteria, but I to have a place to start from. The next part of this was to decide on what jobs I was qualified for. The jobs I had in the past were not much good as training. Before being a stock-boy at the ...
    department store, I had swept floors in an dress factory, and worked as a general clerk in the office of a glass shop in my home neighborhood. I could not use those as references either. Few employers will hire a girl, no matter how qualified she is, if all of her references say she is a boy. They usually do not take it as a joke either. I would have to start off as a girl trying to get her very first job. The only qualification I had was a typing and filing class I had taken in high school that taught me to type twenty words a minute, and how to alphabetize file cards. It was a very slim portfolio, but it was all I had to go on. It seemed like there were only two options open to me. I could be a salesgirl in a store of some kind. That would give me all I needed, except that the hours would not be quite what I wanted, but jobs like that were relatively easy to get. I could also work in an office as a receptionist or file clerk with some light typing on the side. The problem there would be in taking time off for modeling assignments if I needed to, but the pay would be better than working in a store. In any case, those two areas of endeavor looked like my best possibilities. &#034My, but you're so deep in thought this morning,&#034 came Edith's voice to jar me out of my reverie. &#034Care to share what you're thinking about?&#034 I had been sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee, and staring out the window at the shreds of sunrise over Long Island Sound that I could see in the ...
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