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Help Wanted!
I was low on funds and needed away to raise cash. This was the way I
did it. My thanks to Belle Starr for helping me tell my story.
I just got home from work and noticed the mail. The most of it said
Final Notice or Payment Due, then the one from my bank. I was
overdrawn. I talked to my bank and got a loan that paid off all my
debts and all I had to do was make one easy payment. The trick was, I
was still overdrawn and had raise money.
I took a second job. It was a bartending job at a local bar. The owner
knew I could do the job, but wanted a girl. His theory was guys coming
in after a hard days work want something easy on the eyes to look at
and a soft voice on the ears instead of your boss's harsh and driving
voice. While I agreed with the theory, I needed work.
So I said to him, "What about the ladies? Don't they deserve the same?"
That sold him. My hours were Tuesday thru Friday, Noon to Five.
Saturday Ten to Five. Not great for tips, but a paycheck none the less.
Well it was a Saturday and the local women wanted to have a dress show.
One of Bobbie's daughters had made some new dresses and was trying sell
them to a designer. Bobbie was a regular. The catch was simple. The
barrower said you get your own model. The other bartenders were too
small for the dress design. Bobbie designed the outfits for average
woman and not the young and swinging set. Otherwise the over thirty,
everyday, working, woman.
Bobbie's mom asked me if I knew anyone, and I said, "All of you."
That was met with a hail of cocktail napkins and popcorn.
Bobbie said, "Thank you, but we need some one younger, yet a fuller
figure than most models. Someone our size and shape."
I responded with, "I can see your point, but the professional ones you
cannot afford and none of you want or can do it without feeling a bit
goofy. Am I right or at least on the right path?"
For the reader sake, both the Mom and daughter were named Bobbie. The
Mom liked being called Bobbie. The daughter preferred Barb or tolerated
Bobby J. I always called her Barb and will do so until the end of this
tale. Back to the story.
Bobbie looked at me and said, "Bingo you hit it right on the head. If
you were a gal like us, you would be just about right."
Now everybody was looking at me. I heard a lot yes why nots and maybes.
I rang the tip bell and said, "In case you haven't noticed, I am built
the wrong way. The top is too small, the bottom is okay and the middle
is too big. Plus I am hairy in the wrong areas."
Bobbie came back with, "What about Halloween two years ago? You got
three offers for marriage and one for four month cruise in Tahiti."
I responded with, "And they were bombed out their gourds that night.
They made the same offers to the Elvira Beer Poster, the Black Velvet
girl, and the Gennie Woman."
Bobbie said, "Yes, but they said it to you first. And they didn't see
you as you. They saw you as woman."
Now I was getting a lot of looks.
Jane piped in. "We could pay you, if you could get someone to cover you
shift."
The bar owner was busting a gut laughing until I said, "How is Tahiti
this time of the year? You were the one who wanted to take me on that
four month cruise."
He said, "I will pay you twice the pay if you do it and Beth wants to
take a day off. She works your shift and you fill in for her and you
get some extra cash."
I came back with the usual line, "Are tips included?"
That got laughs all around and I said would do it.
Jane looked at me and said, "You can Nair the hair, but I can help you
with the look."
"How can you do that?"
Jane said, "I own a boutique that caters to business women. I can help
you look more like a woman. You still have the wig and falsies?"
I said, "Yes."
Jane added, "Then come on Frank, I help you with the look and throw in
two outfits just for fun."
I went at her. "That sounds good, you must MC the show."
Jane said, "That sounds good and maybe I might hire you for other
work."
The next day I went to the drug store and picked up some disposable
razors and Nair. I first shaved all the body hair I could see, then I
Naired the same areas. Then I called Jane at her work place and she
told me to come in and bring my hair and boobs. I put everything in a
gym bag went to her boutique.
I entered through the delivery entrance and walked to her office. She
told me to strip. She nodded with approval with my body and my hair
removal then picked a tape measure and taped my entire body. Then she
left the office and came back with a pair of panties, bra, and corset.
I stepped into the panties and put on the bra. Jane reached into the
gym bag and put the falsies in the bra. Next she put the wig on my
head. Then she put the corset on me. She pulled the laces without
warning. The corset crunched my waist. She pulled some more and
furthered shrunk my waist line. I had a look in the mirror she had on
her door and saw the facts. She was making me look more like a woman.
She told me to inhale. As I did, she pulled on the laces then tied them
off. While I was catching my breath, put a blouse and skirt on me. I
had to admit. I looked fantastic.
Then Jane said, "With makeup, shoes, and long nails it will be
perfect."
She told me to stay put and left. When she came back, she had a purse,
shoes, and five more outfits. She put each outfit on me.
I must have been nuts or caught up on the whole thing when I said, "Hey
six more and we can make a calendar!"
Jane said, "All right say cheese."
She then took my picture. She did so after she placed me in each
outfit. Then she went in back of her shop and came back with even more
outfits. She would place me in each outfit and take my picture.
Jane said, "At this rate, I can make a catalogue. Does that help you
Francine?"
After that, she put me in every outfit she had in the store. Then she
would take my picture. By the time she was done that day, I was dog
tired. She put my street clothEs in my gym bag. She had ME fill out
some paperwork including a W-2 form, then placed three large bags in my
car. She also put five sets of shoes and my gym bag. She gave me a pair
of sandals and the purse, plus the blouse and skirt she had me in at
first. She told me to see her in three days.
I drove home as I was. I walked into my flat. I also took everything
out of my car. I fell asleep. I was awoke with a phone call from
Bobbie. She wanted to see me. She told me her daughter needed to see me
to fit me for her dresses. I said to put on some coffee and doughnuts
and I would be right over.
Well I jumped in the shower and rinsed myself. I forgot to take off my
under garments. I fixed my hair and dried myself off the best I could.
I put on a T-shirt and jeans. Then drove over to Bobbie's place. Bobbie
greeted me and introduced me to Barb.
Barb said, "At least she looks good and the part."
Then Barb put me in all her dress designs. After each outfit, she would
take my picture. Jane called Bobbie and showed her my profiles. Both
Barb and Bobbie liked it. Barb put me in a Wedding dress and said I was
the perfect bride.
The day of the show came. Barb sold all of her designs and picked up a
major contract. Jane made her catalogue and a calendar. Me I paid off
all my debts and made a small profit. I also collect off that dumb
calendar. Right now I have to get back to work.
Barb has a few new lines and needs a model. The new designs are fun.
Some a little slutty, but for the most part, cool. Barb wants me more
and more as a model, and Jane wants me as a coworker, business partner,
and a Bride. Both sound fun and challenging.
Well I must go now. The photographer liked me to well and wants me all
her shoots.
Love Francine/ Frank
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