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Bobbi
Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
that I too accepted the relationship. I really did see her as my mother in every way. A girl needs a mother to help her along, and be a sort of refuge for her to turn to when she has problems. Since my natural mother had abandoned this role, I needed a substitute. Edith was more than willing to accept the role, and I was happy to have her in it. There is a real "s****rhood" among women that most men do not fully understand. It was slowly beginning to show itself to my own understanding, and Edith was part of it. She was also as much a friend as a mother figure, and I liked that part best of all. We have stayed that way all of my life. Friday came at last, and I was ready for it. I had packed all of my rehearsal clothes, and a few other things in a big blue canvas bag that I could sling over my shoulder by its handles to go to work. My dancing class was due to start at 6:00PM, so I would have to go straight from work. I would have liked to have work a skirt that day, but I could not go to work in one. I was hating that job more and more every day. Margo worked as a cashier in a variety store, and held that job as a woman. I would have liked to do the same, but the salary she made was very small. That is why she turned tricks for cash as a TV prostitute at night. There was no other way to afford the apartment we shared. My moving in meant that she did not have to turn as many tricks, but she still needed to do a few. If I were to have taken a job like hers, it would ... mean that I would have to do the same thing. I did not want to have to live that way. I did not make a large salary at the department store, but it was just about enough for the rent, food, clothing, and other essentials. I turned a few tricks too. That gave me some extra money to have fun with. I could also just afford the twenty dollars a week for the dancing lessons on my salary. The doctor bills that I would have to incur in order to be all the woman that I could be were another matter. I knew that a full program of Sexual Reassignment Surgery, or SRS, cost quite a bit of money, but I had no idea of how I would get it. Turning to my f****y was out of the question. There were only two possible options as I saw it. I could save enough out of part-time modeling assignments if the interview that Paul had set up with his friend Jack worked out, or I could turn, like so many other drag queens, to prostitution. Prostitution is an easy way to make a small living for a number of drag queens. There are always men who are unsettled enough with their sexuality that they want to try a sample of what it is like to have a sexual encounter with another man, but need the trappings of femininity that such an encounter with a drag queen provides to keep them from thinking that they have turned "queer". There are bisexual men who just enjoy making love with a transvestite. Also there are the men that just want a "change of pace" from their wives and/or girlfriends. Many men of ...