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Bobbi
Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
Avenue, and settled back for the ride to Queens. I liked the idea of being in a chorus line, but I made up my mind that the next show would be my last with the "G.G.Girls." I had to get away from "The Gilded G****" and this whole lifestyle. I was on my way to becoming all the woman I could be in this life now, and this would only hold me back. I did not want to be a TV. I wanted to be a woman. It was a little after eleven when I got home, and Edith was still up watching television. "How did it go today?" she asked when I came in. "Great!" I answered. "I got a job!" I, of course, had to tell her all about it, and we talked until well after midnight. We finally figured it was time to get to bed, but I said as we left the living room, "Mom, do you still want to come the show at the club?" Edith said that she did, so I told her that it was going to be the last one I did, adding, "I just don't want to be around that life anymore." Edith gave me her best motherly smile, and said, "You should get away from it. You're a woman now, you know, and I'm glad to see you're finally realizing that too. My little girl is growing up." Edith kissed me good-night on the forehead. I slept very well that night. Sub-title: On the Job I probably should have been sl**py like all the others around me, but I was wide awake, and feeling good. Edith noticed it too. "You seem chipper this morning," she said when the racket of a ... subway train on the other track had faded enough for her to be heard, "but I guess you should be for your first day on a new job." I smiled a broad smile back at her. "My first day on my first job," I replied, adding in a whisper only she could hear, "...as a girl!" It was Monday morning, and Edith and I were on the station platform waiting for a subway train to take us into Manhattan. Edith was going to her job at the department store, and I was on my way to my first day as a receptionist for the chemical company. Saying that I was excited about it would have been a gross understatement. I was floating on a cloud. By next Monday morning I might be just as bored and sl**py at the drudgery of going to work like this every day as the rest of the people around me, but today was something special. This was my first ever, regular, full-time job as a woman. If I could hold this job, or one like it, for the year of my Real Life Test, and live full-time as a woman in my off hours, the psychologist would certify me as a candidate for surgery, and Dr Benjamin could work his magic with the scalpel to let me be all the woman I could be in this life. This was a very important day for me. The subway train soon arrived, and the crush of the crowd swept me aboard. There were no seats, but that was normal for that time of day. I took hold of a grab-iron, and held on while the train lurched its way through the tunnels toward the heart of The City. My coat was open, and I ...