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College Girl By Holly Day My name is Jamie and I am about to graduate from State University. It's been a long and strange trip and my life is just beginning. Four years ago I was Jim, a freshman just starting at State University and was looking forward to a new world. The thousands of new freshmen there were starting all over again socially. The high school cliques were gone and no one really knew each other. It was also the first time away from home for most of us. For some it caused homesickness for others like me it caused joy. I was always an excellent student but I came from a blue collar home where the word college boy was definitely a negative. "We gotta make a man out ya," my father would say. "None of this sissy book learnin' but hard work for you." Well I have left that behind. I was awarded a couple of small scholarships and was able to start college without the help of my parents. Without my parents help loans were difficult to get and I would have to work through school. With my scholarships I was able to cover the tuition for my first year however I still needed to earn enough money to cover my room and board. The problem was that I can only find minimum wage jobs that would allow me to go to school full time. It was going to be difficult to make ends meet. The students in my dorm started to form cliques in the first couple months. I was with a group who had similar business school ambitions. We started to get to know each other and plan group events. Since the first major holiday was Halloween we decided to have a party. We arraigned a ballroom through the college. Nothing grand just an empty hall that the university loaned out on a first come first served basis. We did all the decorations ourselves using crepe paper and balloons. We got a lot of stuff cheap and used our imaginations to make it something great. We sold tickets to the event to raise money to cover the food and soft drinks. Music was provided by one of the group who was into being a DJ. He had all the equipment and had made up cards to distribute for future work. Everything was going smoothly. We just had to come up with inexpensive outfits for ourselves. My roommate Brian and I got together with a couple coeds who were also roommates, Ashley and Amber. Amber was the taller of the two and Ashley was quite petit. I figured I'd try to getting friendly with Ashley and Brian could go after Amber. We had all met during our regular classes and had the same major in Business Administration. After classes one day we got together and were talking over a pizza. We were discussing what costumes to wear at the Halloween party. The girls were full of ideas but it was Ashley's idea that really was the best. Since it was fall quarter and football was our weekly entertainment we decided we should come as football players and cheer leaders. Brian and I looked at each other and quickly agreed. Seeing these girls in short skirts and jumping around cheering sounded like fun. Then Ashley added, "Ok it's done we girls will get football costumes and you guys will be our cheerleaders." Brian shot back first, "Hold on now we thought you meant for us to be the football players and you the cheerleaders." "What's the fun in that?" said Amber. "It's been done a million times. We want to be the players and you will get all dolled up for us. Besides you haven't seen our uniforms yet. Face it, you're no more muscular than we are." That was true, I stood only 5'6" and Brian was a bit taller at 5'8". I was a bit pudgy and Brian was rather skinny. Neither of us had played football in high school. Brian and I stepped aside. "What do we do?" I asked. "Let the girls have their way," said Brian. "They are awfully cute and I would like to get to know them better. It's just Halloween and I'm sure if we handle it right. We'll have more dates with them." Secretly I didn't let on that I had fantasies wearing women's clothing, since I had hit puberty. I used to look at the supplements in the Sunday newspaper and imagine myself in the clothing. I would even masturbate using the Sears catalog. I never had the courage to actually do it but here was my chance. I would be dressing up at the suggestion of someone else. This was going to be fun. I could see it in my mind better than they could. "I'm not wild about it but you are right," I said. "Let them have their way this time and we'll have it ours another time." We went to the costume store and found costumes that were perfect. It set me back $80 dollars for all the clothing, the skirt and top as well as the makeup and pom-poms. For hair Brian bought a wig. Ashley looked at me and had another idea. "Your hair is already long for a boy. If we did hair extensions it would be even better. I have a friend who is in cosmetology school who I'm sure would love to practice on you." "Would it cost me anything?" "I'm sure she'll do it for the cost of the materials just to get the practice. She can also help you out with the makeup." We had already spent more than we had intended or at least more than I had intended so I agreed. The week before Halloween I went with Ashley to meet her friend Sharon. She studied my face and remarked on how fine featured I was. "Even now I could give you a cut, do your makeup and you would look adorable. Do you shave?" "A couple times a week. My beard is still kind of fine and doesn't show up too well yet." "That's good, some poor guys have to shave twice a day and still have a five o'clock shadow. It looks like you still have a problem with acne." "I know I was a bit late with that too. My skin is just so sensitive that I break out easy." "No problem we have special makeup that should cover that up and not cause a problem." I sat in the chair and slowly but surely she added extensions to my hair. "I'm doing my best to match the color," said Sharon. "Before you leave I'll show you how to put it into a ponytail and give you a couple bands." When she was through it was amazing. The hair blended in nicely. She had styled it into a nice long feminine style and showed me how to put my hair into a man's ponytail. I was a bit surprised by the feminine style. With my fine features, I did look a bit like a girl. The ponytail was better but with my small jaw and smooth brow it still was not the image I wanted to project. "Now come back the day of the party and I'll do your makeup and nails," promised Sharon. School went well and it was soon Friday, the day of our party. We had put most everything together Thursday evening so that we could get to class and have time to get dressed for the party. Ashley had given us orders to shave our legs and arms which I did that morning. After our last class I went back to Sharon to complete my outfit. I brought the costume with me. When I got there she had me but on the costume before doing my hair because she didn't want me pulling the sweater over her work. I went into the back room and put on the padded bra, filling it with pillow stuffing. I pulled the sweater over my head then put on the pantyhose and panty. I stepped into the short skirt and zipped it up. I put on a pair of girl's style tennis shoes. Slowly I opened the door and bashfully came back to the styling chair. Sharon smiled widely. "You're adorable. Now sit down and let me make you beautiful." I did as instructed and in an hour my nails were done in red which was one of our school colors and my makeup had been done to perfection. She played with my hair a little just to refresh the job she had done last week and then turned me to the mirror. My jaw dropped. She had really done a number on me. No one was going to recognize me now. Even Ashley who had set this up was in shock when she came to pick me up. The party was a great success. The girls looked wonderful in their football costumes. Brian and I looked the part of their cheer leaders and our friends all thought we had done a great job. At eleven we had to leave the hall according to university policy. None of us really wanted to stop partying yet, when someone in our group suggested that we all go to the alternative lifestyle night club that wasn't too far >from campus. As a group we all paraded down the street in costume to the nightclub. The club had different themes each night of the week. Thursday was student night, Friday was gothic, Saturday was for drag shows, and so on. This being Halloween they had a general costume theme. Ashley was first to spot the sign near the front door advertising the need for waitresses. She looked at us and joked, "You could make some money working as waitresses at this bar." "You know," said Brian, "she's right. In these costumes we fit right in and you know how you keep complaining about minimum wage. I bet this place pays well in tips." "Are you serious?" I said. Amber then got into it. "How about I ask the manager if he would hire you?" "Sure go ahead," said Brian. Amber went to the bar and asked for the manager. She was directed to a table near the back and went back to talk to a man, who looked to be fifty. He looked over at our group, laughed and then gave Amber his answer. Amber came back to us saying "The club manager thinks you have great potential and said to come over to his table." Ashley added, "remember to make your walk and gestures feminine. Oh, and speak in the upper range of voice with a bit more inflexion." We walked over trying our best and stood at his table with our hands on our waists. "So you would like to be waitresses at the club?" he asked. "Yes sir," we answered in our best falsettos. He looked at me first, "here's a pad and pencil, go over to that table and ask them what they would care to drink then go to the bar and Charles will fill the order. He'll let you know what to charge. Do you think you can handle that?" "Sure no problem," I said. I went over to the table trying to put a wiggle in my walk. I smiled at the customers and said, "may I have your orders?" "I'll have a Bud," said the first. "I'll have a vodka and tonic," said the second. "Thanks, I'll be right back." Going over to the bar Charles was smiling as I walked up. "The boss said you were a new hire and to help you out. What do you need?" "A Bud and a vodka tonic" "What brand of vodka?" "I didn't think to ask. Should I go back?" "No, we'll just give him the well vodka that is a lesser brand that we use when a brand is not specified." He stood there and poured the drinks while I watched. He was a handsome guy. Obviously he worked out. "Tell them that will be $3 for the beer and $5 for the mixed drink. Remember to tip me 25 percent at the end of the night." "Thanks," I said and carried the tray of drinks over to the table. The two guys had watched me the whole time and I was a bit flustered. "Here you go gentlemen. That will be $8, three for the beer and five for the mixed drink. Do you want to run a tab? "Sure beautiful. What's your name?" I smiled and said, "It's Jamie." I then went back to the bar and started the tab. I went back to the boss who had also been watching and I asked if I had the job. "You got it girl." Brian was next and also passed the test. We were told since it was so busy that night to keep on working. We could fill out the paperwork the next night. Brian that is Brianna and I served our friends and then moved through the rest of the bar. By the end of the evening we had each made a hundred dollars in tips. Even after giving Charles his cut we had made good money for only a couple hours work. Our friends had left before us so we walked back to the dorm alone. We were happy when on the next day our dates dropped by to hear about how the evening had ended. We gave them complete details and we all had a good laugh. "How long do you plan on working there," asked Ashley? "Just till we have enough to treat you, girls, right," answered Brian. "We'll hold you to that. As soon as you're through being ladies look us up," said Amber and the two girls left. That night Brian and I dressed up in our cheer leader uniforms again and went to work. The boss pulled us aside and gave us the address of a costume store we needed to go to. There we would find the required waitress costumes. We went there the next day and the clerk started to giggle when we told what we needed. "Halloween is over boys," she said. "We know we need them for our jobs at the alternative lifestyle nightclub down the street." She laughed, "sorry, I didn't recognize you two as that type. Follow me." Soon we left with a couple hundreds dollars worth of clothing. So far this job was putting me in the hole but if tips continued as good as last night we would recoup our investments quickly. We worked five nights a week and were pulling in almost $500 a week. As time went on everyone on the dorm floor and probably the whole dorm knew that Brian and I were working at the local alternative club. Seeing us still wearing a bit of makeup didn't cause much fuss at least no more than the guys who were into Goth. Some would snicker when we passed but nothing more than that. We bragged about how much we were taking in each week and most accepted that as our reason for doing it. I did my best not to wear makeup and to tie my hair in a man's ponytail when out of the club, but the nails were something I couldn't hide. One night the boss called us over to his table. "Boys the club has a doctor that I would like you to visit." "What for?" asked Brian. "You two need a little softening. I will cover the cost of the meds needed that will do the job." "Do we have to?" I pleaded. "Yes if you want to keep your jobs. It's your choice." "You can actually fire us for not taking these meds?" asked Brian. "It's not that you would be fired, but I would have no more use for your services. It's completely legal," said the boss. Brian looked at me. "I will if you will." Then turning to the boss Brian asked, "How long will we have to take these meds." "A couple months then you're off of them or the changes start to be permanent," said the boss with an evil grin. "What changes?" I asked "The doctor will answer your questions," was his answer. The appointment with the doctor was for the next day. We went together for mutual support. The receptionist gave us forms to fill in with all of the usual questions about allergies, asthma, contacts etc. We filled them out and gave them back to her. In a couple minutes a nurse called us in. First she took our heights and weights and she led us into an examination room. We stood there a minute. Brian turned to me, "are you scared?" "No Brian, I'm fine." "We could still leave right now and quit this whole thing," he persisted. "And give up all that money. I really need it, you know," I whispered. The doctor walked in with our charts in his hands. "I received a phone call from Tony. I understand you are waitressing at his club." "Yes," we answered in unison. "Fine and you're here for hormone shots." "Yes," we answered again. "You understand that I can only give them to you for a couple of months. After that some of the changes become permanent." Brian gulped and I replied, "We know doctor, but what changes are you talking about." "Well at first there will be some redistribution of your fatty tissue. You'll find the layer of fat just under your skin will expand and give you a softer feel and a rounder face. After the two months you would expect to feel growth in your chest and your testicles would start to atrophy." "So will we lose the fat after we stop taking the hormones?" asked Brian. "Yes," said the doctor. "It'll take several months, but you will see it subside." "See Brian, it's nothing to worry about," I said. He looked at me and the doctor and said, "if that's all there is to it, I'm ready." "First let me check you out to make sure you are healthy," said the doctor. He proceeded to check our hearts, eyes, ears, mouths and glands. He then noted his observations in the charts and stepped over to the refrigerator. He pulled out three vials and then removed six syringes from the cabinet. He filled the first two syringes and turned to us. "Please lower your trousers and shorts and turn around toward the table." We did as ordered and then felt the doctor rub our cheeks with alcohol. After giving us our first shots he said, "that was the testosterone blocker." He moved back to his cabinet and filled the second set of syringes. He then administered into our other cheeks those shots and said, "that was the estrogen that will replace your testosterone." He moved once more to the cabinet and filled the last set of syringes. He came back and administered them in a slightly different place on our first cheeks and said, "that was the progestin that mimics the progesterone in a woman's system. You only get that three out of four weeks. Now pull up your pants and make a standing appointment each week for the next two months with the receptionist." We pulled up our pants and made our way out to the receptionist who made our weekly appointments. "Well, it's done. Are you ready to make some money?" I said in a cheerful tone. Brian wasn't so cheerful and quietly went back to the dorm. I decided not to push it. That evening we made out extremely well in tips. Brian was feeling better and I was happy. I tried my best to be as feminine as possible. On the walk back to the dorm, Brian had to tell me to cool it because I had not yet gotten back into male character. "Sorry, I'll have to watch that," I said. "But we cleaned up tonight didn't we?" "Yes we did," he said showing me the $125 he had collected. I didn't show him my $175. He wasn't as convincing as I and the tips showed it. I thought better than ever discuss the tips again. Saturday was even better and I was feeling quite prosperous for a change. I spent Sunday getting my homework done and was happy to get back to class on Monday. The week was going well. We were now working 9pm till midnight Tuesday through Thursday and 8pm to 3am on Friday and Saturday. I was spending so much time using a female persona that I thought it made sense that I should be in that persona when I went to the doctor. So I decided that for my second trip to the doctor I should be dressed to fit my female persona. After all they expected me to play at being a girl at work. It only made sense to present myself as a girl when I was getting my hormone shots. As soon as classes were over Monday afternoon, I went to the thrift shop and found a skirt and a blouse, as well as some casual shoes and a purse. I sheepishly paid for them and left quickly. Along with the bra, panties, and pantyhose that had been part of my costume I got dressed up. I let down my hair and put on some makeup then looked at myself in the long mirror on our closet door. I was pleased with the look. Sneaking out of the dorm, I went to a local store that specialized in bras that was just off campus. Nervously, I asked if they had any breast forms. The woman looked at me with a knowing look and said, "Sure we do. What size are you looking for?" In my most feminine voice I asked for a size 36B. "Just a moment I'll go in back and see what I have." A couple minutes latter she came out with two boxes. In one were foam forms covered in fabric and in the other were silicone forms. "Now the fabric covered foam forms will cost you $40 and the silicone forms cost $80. Which ones would you like?" I looked at them both. The cloth covered ones were a much better price but the silicone ones felt so much better. "Would you like to try them on here?" she asked. I blushed. I obviously had been read. After a moment of stunned silence, I stammered, "Yes ma'am." "Just use the booth over to your right," she said. I walked into the booth with both sets. I took off my blouse and removed the fiber pillow stuffing that was filling my cups, then I tried on the cloth covered foam forms. They filled the bra and worked well under my clothing. Then I tried the silicone ones. They were cold at first but they quickly warmed up. I put my blouse back on and looked in the mirror. Cupping them with my hands, they felt wonderful. After about five minutes the woman came to the booth. "If you like you can wear them out of the store?" A thrill went down my spine. "Yes I would like that," I said. I gave her back the cloth covered ones and put the stuffing I had been using in the waste basket that was in the changing booth. When I came out she told me to stand up straight and then she looked me over. "You made a good choice. They cost more but you'll find that they are superior. Just remember to store them in this box when you are not using them so that they do not lose their shape." I paid her and left the store quite happy. Next I walked over to the discount store that was just around the corner. In the lingerie department I picked up a couple more bras, three panties and several pairs of pantyhose. In the cosmetic department I picked out some mascara, eyeliner, foundation, cosmetic powder, a couple more colors of lipstick, and an additional shade of eye shadow. Finally I went to the sleepwear and found a nightgown. Using the self serve checkout, I completed my purchases under the less observant eye of a store clerk. Having gotten this far I really didn't want to go back to my dorm yet so I spent the rest of the afternoon and early evening studying at the library. It was late when I got back. Brian saw me come in the door. "What have you been up to?" he asked in a very surprised voice. "Oh I've been out. I bought some breast forms for work, did some shopping and then I spent some time at the library." "Like that?" he asked. "Of course I did. You don't think I was going to buy breast forms while dressed as a guy, do you?" "Well I never thought about it," said Brian. "I figured the pillow stuffing was enough." "You should get some too. I've worn them all afternoon and evening. They feel wonderful." "I'm sorry, but wearing a bra does not feel wonderful." "Well I do. It makes me feel secure and supported." "What? Now you've lost me." "Your loss," I said and got ready for bed. I put my new lingerie in my underwear drawer. Going into the bath room I took my nightgown with me. I took a shower, put on my nightgown and put my hair into a braid. I came out of the bathroom put my clothing in the hamper and headed for bed. Brian who was still studying looked up in disbelief. "You're not going to wear that are you?" "Well yes I am. It's comfortable." With that I went to bed. A couple minutes later I heard Brian mumbling in the bathroom as he got ready for bed. I pretended not to hear him as he came out in his shorts and climbed into his own bed. The next morning I avoided Brian by getting up early, dressing in my boy clothes, and going off to class. I decided that I should not upset Brian so much in the future. I would only get dressed up when it was needed. However I did intend on wearing my nightgown every night. That was as much of a compromise as I was willing to make. After all it was his idea of us taking jobs as waitresses. All I was doing was trying not to look like a fool. He just doesn't understand that playing the part of a girl requires practice. And, he may not mind being read so easily as a boy in girl's clothing, but I do. My hair extensions started to loosen as my hair grew out so I went back to Sharon. She advised me to come back at least once a month and that my own hair would long enough by the end of the school year to get rid of the extensions. I really was looking forward to that. I started going to the doctor dressed up as a girl. It just felt better since I was getting hormone injections. As a boy it felt weird, but as a girl it felt like the right thing to do. The doctor started to refer to me as young lady and by the feminine name. Brian on the other hand always went in dressed in his male clothing and would grumble about it all evening. It was exam time and I had just gotten back from having my hormone shots. Dressed as Jamie I went back to my dorm room. When I got back to the dorm Brian was already there. "Well no more shots for me. I've had enough fun. I told the boss I was giving him two weeks notice. How about you?" "No Brian, I decided that I need the money too much so I'm going to keep on working at the club." "I know the money is good but we're missing out on the college social life. Like when was your last date?" "On Halloween same as you," I responded. "That's exactly what I'm talking about. My social life has been hurt by this job. I would rather accumulate debt than not have a social life." "That's easy to say when you have parents footing the bill. Mine are not supportive and I have to earn my own way," I said. "I see what you mean. Ok let's just let it drop. I don't need the job and you do," replied Brian in a conciliatory tone. "We'll still be working together for the next two weeks right?" I asked. "Sure we will, but then you're on your own," he answered and we concluded the discussion still friends. We worked till two weeks before Christmas when Brian went home for the holidays. I continued working and kept getting my weekly hormone shots. I stayed at the dorm through the holidays. I really didn't want to have anything to do with my unsupportive parents and made it perfectly clear through several phone calls. They thought college was a waste of money and they expected me to earn a living and not expect them to finance my education. By the end of the Christmas break, I started feeling the long term effects of the shots. Not only was my skin felt softer and smoother but my nipples were puffy and small knots had formed behind them. Also I noticed that the acne that I had suffered since I reached puberty had finally cleared up. The makeup that had caused me to break out was no longer a problem and my face was practically glowing. I loved it. I asked the doctor about it and he explained, "well Jamie the testosterone in your system was causing the acne but in the last month your testosterone has been low due to the medication. I'm afraid it will return in a couple months after you go off the medication." "But I don't want the acne to start up again. Can I stay on the meds just a bit longer?" "We are risking your fertility. But you do have an option. Lots of the girls do it. We could harvest some of your sperm and store it just in case." "Just in case of what?" "Just in case we lower your sperm count too much." "Ok," I said. He pulled out the phone book and made a call. "This is Dr Clark. I have a new patient that needs to save several sperm samples. Yes thank you." Writing down some information he handed me the sheet of paper. Here go to this address and they'll handle the collection and storage. You'll need to go back once a week for the next several weeks and leave a specimen each time. Now remember no masturbation till we have completed storing your samples." Gosh that was going to be hard. I was so used to jacking off a couple times a day. However it had been getting more difficult the last couple of weeks. "Thanks doctor," and off I went directly to the clinic not thinking of how I was dressed. The nurse saw me coming in and smiled, "another of Dr Clark's patients?" Obviously she knew the situation and that I was not really a girl. Relieved I gulped, "Yes." "Here are some forms to fill out. Please take a seat and I'll call you over in a minute. Luckily the room was empty. I sat down and filled in the forms. Finishing the forms, I picked up a magazine that was lying on the table. It was full of highly erotic pictures of beautiful young women. I was reading as another customer came out of a room holding a cup which obviously contained his semen specimen in one hand and a magazine similar to the one that I was reading in his other hand. He saw me and stopped in his tracks then sheepishly gave his sample to the nurse who sealed and tagged the specimen. Thanking her, he turned and passed me shaking his head as he went out the door. "Miss Jones we're ready for you now." I got up and went over to the counter and was given a cup. "I see you already have your aid or would you prefer an alternative lifestyle magazine?" she asked. "No this is fine," I said before realizing she was referring to a magazine of similarly erotic men. "Please go into room "B" and place your specimen in the cup. When you are through, bring it back here and we'll complete your form work." I went into the room and found a hospital style bed with a fresh sheet over it. Closing the door I undressed and got into bed. There was a remote control and a television mounted on the other side of the room. I turned it on and found a very explicit porno video on each channel. After ten minutes I had my sample. Leaving the room the nurse took it, covered it and labeled it. "We'll get this ready for storage. I see that your employer is paying the bill and that this is his address." "Yes it is." "Ok then we'll see you back next week at this time. Thanks and good luck." Nervously I turned and left. I thought to myself that since I had shown up dressed as Jamie that I should continue coming as Jamie. Then I thought about how I didn't have to worry about my fertility. School started up again and January passed quickly. My classes were going well and I was making good money at the club. I had continued my hormone shots and had completed my visits to the sperm bank. The doctor was really nice and wanted to know how I was handling the situation. I told him about my customers and how friendly they were. And, about my roommate Brian who accepted both my male and female personas. He asked if it felt strange having men treat me like a woman. I told him that when I dressed up it was ok because it was business and not the real me. I wouldn't like it if it was outside of the club. He made notes of my progress and measured my growth. He noted that I had lost fifteen pounds since I had started the treatments. I told him the customers tipped the slimmer waitresses better so I was trying to slim down. "You realize that when you diet you lose muscle as well as fat and that without testosterone it will be difficult to build the muscle back." I shrugged it off as unimportant. By the end of winter quarter I noticed that my calves had lost some of their muscle and were not as shapely as before. I mentioned this to one of the performers at the club. She told me to try higher heels. The next day I dressed up in my dorm room in a nice simple skirt and blouse wearing a little day makeup and went to the mall. A student saw me leaving the dorm and did a double take thinking that I was a coed, who had stayed overnight in the boy's dorm. I blushed when I realized the mistake, but hurried on not saying a word. At he mall, I window shopped at the shoe stores until I found a nice open toe shoe with straps wrapping around the ankle that I was sure would look good. I went in and the sales clerk asked, "may I help you Miss?" "Yes, I would like see that open toed high heel with the black and gray straps in the window." "Sure what size?" "Size 8B I think." "Let's make sure then. Please sit down." I sat down in a comfortable suede chair and he pulled out a measuring device. He took my left heel and gently removed the shoe and a thrill went up my leg. Putting my foot in the device he adjusted it. "You're an 8?B. I'll be right back." I sat patiently while he retrieved the shoes. "Here we are then. May I have your foot?" Putting my foot in his hands again he quickly put the shoe on. "Do you like it?" "Oh my yes, I do." "Then let's put on the other and you can walk around in it." I nodded and he quickly had my other shoe off and put on the new right shoe. "Now stand up and see how you like it." The heels were three inches high and I felt a little wobbly. He helped me steady myself as I got up. Walking over to the mirror I felt taller. I loved the way my legs looked. The calves were rounder and my ankles looked more slender. Also looking in the three way mirror I noticed that my butt stuck out a bit more. The illusion was even better than before. That night in the club my customers all noticed the difference. I did my best to show off with a sexy walk and had a really good night of tips. After a week or so, after everyone had noticed my new walk and legs the tips slipped down back to where they had been. It was obvious that I had to keep improving one step at a time to keep the good money coming in. I started taking voice lessons next. Trying to raise my pitch and using the right words. I had some practice tapes and word lists. Most of all I would read aloud from women's fashion magazines like Cosmo. Boy I never realized how much women study men and how they learn how to please them. I would read the articles in my best woman's voice into the recorder. Playing it back I really surprised myself. I sounded like a bitch in heat. I calmed it down a bit and after some practice I could be quite seductive in a high class way. Using this new voice on the customers once again raised my tips. Some were even coming in more often than before. It was spring now and warmer weather was coming. By the end of the quarter short sleeve shirts would be the norm on campus. I had been shaving my arms since November and long sleeves and long pants had made it easy to maintain my male appearance. But now I would have to continue wearing long sleeves. You would have sworn I was a junky trying to cover up my tracks. Besides that I was being to find it difficult to walk with a normal male gait. By the beginning of spring, a lot of people thought I was a female even while I was wearing my male clothing. I was using athletic bras to conceal by now budding breasts. But still sales clerks would call me miss and guys would open doors for me. Not wanting to be read, I always thanked them in my feminine voice. Finally school was out for the summer. I now worked at my job six nights a week trying to earn enough money to not have to go into debt. To cut down on expenses I got an apartment off campus with one of the performers from the club at my boss's urging. Since I would be a sophomore the next year, I would no longer have to live in a dorm. I could save more money by not using the dorm food service. All of that food and me on a diet the whole year, it was a waste. I was down to 135 pounds. My roommate Destiny was a true transsexual and only into guys. I was still into girls, but until school was over that appeared to be an unobtainable option. I was here to get my education and not pile up a lot of debt. I would get most of my clothing from the thrift shops except for my lingerie and shoes. Destiny really had a good fashion sense and with her help, I quickly built up a nice collection of summer outfits. It just didn't make sense to wear my male clothing anymore. Besides nothing really fit and I hated those athletic bras. I was now wearing padded 36A cup bras and a size six dresses. I didn't even bother taking my male clothing with me when I moved out of the dorm. I just tossed them in the dumpster. I would need all new clothing next year anyway. Destiny suggested that I just concentrate on getting a nice collection of sundresses, skirts and blouses for now until I could afford more. She also suggested that I get my ears pierced which I was only too happy to do. I started with simple studs, but soon I had a nice collection of hoops and dangling earrings. I wore wedges as my daily shoe wear and high heels for my club wear. At work I had graduated to four inch heels. I was showing more skin than before wearing sleeveless low cut blouses and dresses. The skirts too were a bit shorter. I had to make sure not to bend over exposing my panty clad bottom. It was around the fourth of July when the boss invited me to one of his pool parties. At first I answered with a polite no thank you, but after Destiny explained that it was more of a requirement than an invitation, I accepted. "We'll need new bikinis," Destiny said. "Couldn't I just wear a one piece?" "Only if that one piece is the bottom," she replied. "Oh, I understand." "Besides," said Destiny, "the boss will pick up the bill for this one. There is a store in the mall that sells nothing but bikinis so tomorrow afternoon we'll go over and each pick out the most expensive one we can find." The next day dressed in a simple sun dress and wedges I went to the mall with Destiny. Destiny explained to the sales clerk what we needed. The clerk came over with two rings each holding very small string bikinis. I nearly died. "Destiny, I can't wear that." "Yes you can. Just tuck yourself in and it will fit fine." I had been tucking for quite a while now and knew that I could probably do it. I hadn't had an erection for months and my shrunken testicles were being forced up ever higher by the tightening skin of my scrotum. "It's so revealing. I feel naked." "That's the idea silly. The boss loves to show off his trannies to some very high class customers at these affairs." "But I'm not one of entertainers like you. I'm just a college student making ends meet. I'm not a real transsexual." Destiny started to laugh then she covered her mouth and gained her composure. "Never the less at this party you will be part of the entertainment. There are some very generous men at these affairs and you will probably be able to pull down a grand or two. That should help with your education," she said with a smile. I took the bikini back to the changing room and did my best to tuck in. When I came out Destiny was waiting. I walked to the three way mirror and was absolute amazed. I really looked good. I still needed to lose a few pounds, but from every angle I looked like man bait. I bit my lip and said, "I'll take it." "It comes with a wrap. Would you like to see it?" asked the clerk. "Sure," I replied. It felt so good to cover up that I took it immediately. "Good," said Destiny, "now we can have an unveiling." A limousine came and picked us up on the day of the event. I was wearing a sundress accessorized by a gold chain, hoop earrings, an ankle bracelet and some wrist bangles. In my clutch purse was my bikini and wrap. Arriving at the party the limo was met by my boss and his guests. Helping each of us out of the limo we walked through a gauntlet of middle aged men each looking at our every move. Some had drinks in their hands while others were puffing on cigars. The boss held his hand out to me as I exited the limo. I heard him say, "this is our newest talent, Jamie. She is working her way through college and I'm sure some of you would love to help her today." There was some applause and a few whistles. I thought what had I gotten myself into. We were each escorted to a different bedroom where we were to change into our bikinis. There was a cosmetic table fully stocked with an assortment of makeup and a box of condoms. It took me a moment to realize that they weren't intended for me. When we were ready there was a knock at each of our doors and the servers dressed in tuxedos escorted us down the stair case. Being as graceful as I could, I walked down the stairs to the crowd of men. At the landing near the bottom was my boss. I was first so I had no idea what to expect. As I passed him he removed my wrap exposing me to the crowd. "Jamie here is all natural, no surgery just a balanced diet of hormones. And yes she is 36 26 37." With a knowing look in his eye he turned to me. "Jamie, tell these gentlemen how old you are." I looked out at the crowd of me and then it hit me. With surprise in my voice, I blurted out, "Today is my birthday. I'm nineteen." "Gentlemen, please see to it that our birthday girl gets lots of presents today." I was then led to the end of the staircase and the next girl was introduced. "Destiny has been with us for several years. Isn't that right?" Destiny smiled at the crowd and nodded her head yes. "Enhanced now to a 38DD she is one of our best stars." Destiny then descended to the bottom of the staircase opposite of me. The scene continued for another fifteen minutes while all ten of us were introduced. Two of the gentlemen approached me and each offered an arm. I took each arm with mine and was escorted out to the pool. Sitting under the awning of a table the two talked with me. About what I was studying and what I wanted to do with my career. Drinks were served and I had a pina colada. They talked on about their businesses and the wheeling dealing that made them rich. One by one I noticed that one of the girls would head up to the house with one of the gentlemen and disappear for fifteen minutes or so. After a short while longer the gentleman on my left said to his friend, "Let me have her first. I'll make it worth your while." "Sure," said his friend, "be my guest." With that the first gentleman got up and said, "shall we?" Not sure how to respond I got up and took my drink in one hand and took his arm. He led me up to the room in which I had changed, and opened the door. I walked in and he followed closing the door after him. "Now I understand I am your first." "First what?" I replied. "Customer, shall we say." I knew where this was headed but I had no idea how to get out of it. "I'm going to undress now and I expect you to get onto that bed and give me the best blow job you know how to." He removed his loafers, shirt, and pants and sat on the bed. He got on the bed and patted the spot next to him indicating where he wanted me. With fear in my heart, I climbed up onto the bed and faced his now erect cock. He put his hand on the back of my head and guided me to his member. I kissed the tip of the cock and gulped. "That's a good start birthday girl. Now lick it." I did as I was told. "Now cradle my balls as you do it. Mmmm that's good. Now suck on it." As I did, I felt his hand raise and lower my head. At one point I almost gagged. "Now loosen up your throat and it'll be ok." I did as I was told and it became easier. I started responding without instruction and he patted my head. "That's a good girl. Remember to swallow." With that I felt him tighten and the first squirt at the back of my throat. I wrapped my lips tightly around his cock and swallowed as much as I could. Pulling back with semen on my lips and chin the significance of the moment sunk in. I had just sucked my first cock. I pulled back and saw his smiling face. "With practice I think you will turn out to be one of the best," he said. What could I say but, "thank you." With that he pulled out a couple hundred dollars and placed it on the night stand. He got dressed while I freshened up and then he escorted me back to the table where my next customer was waiting. I soon found myself back in my room performing on the next gentleman. This time I didn't need the instruction. I was now a whore and knew it. I took his money and complimented him on his virility. When we came back down I was passed off to another couple of men and the process repeated again. Each time I learned a little more. The second group took longer since each had already been given a blow job by another girl. A customer would tell me what the last girl had done that was special and I did my best to mimic it. Usually not quite mastering the technique, the customer would try to explain how I could do better the next time. After each of the men had had a couple blow jobs the dinner was served. The girls all were served salads while the men had steaks. I made an effort to slice up the steaks of the two men seated on either side of me. Each used the occasion to wrap his arm around my back and play with my breast. After the meal, we lounged around the pool. The men changed into their swim trucks and we sat in the spa. Then one by one we again made trips to our rooms. My customer took a condom from the table, and unwrapped it. "Now begin with a blow job and put this on my cock," he ordered. I did as I was told. Placing the condom on the tip of his cock that had been moistened by my saliva, I rolled it up his member. I looked up at him for my next instruction. "Strip, get onto the bed, and get on your knees with your face in the pillow." I did a strip tease for him and climbed onto the bed and assumed the position. From behind I felt the pressure of his cock at my ass. He applied some lubricant on his member and with two fingers applied lubricant inside my anal pussy. I was now going to be fucked. I made no effort to get away. What could I do? I'd known deep down that this would happen someday. He slowly applied pressure. "Now relax it only hurts for a bit." I let out a muffled cry into my pillow. "That's a good girl now just hold it there." He let me adjust to the pain before starting to withdraw. Then he reversed and impaled me again. I pushed my face into the pillow and screamed. Again and again he repeated the process and slowly the pain subsided. I felt full with his member. Then something strange happened. Deep down I felt an arousal. When he finally came, I was able to see that I had actually had a flow of liquid out of my flaccid penis. This time he left $400 on the night stand. I started to add it up. If I had three more men tonight I would be leaving with $2400. That would go a long way toward my college fund. The rest of evening went off smoothly. By the end I was sore as hell but well paid. We were allowed to get dressed in our original clothes and the limousine took us each home. "Well Jamie how did you like your first business party?" said Destiny. "I'm sore but a lot wealthier," I said with a smile. "I thought you'd like. You'll do just find." "How often do the parties occur?" I asked. "Generally they happen every three or four months. The boss does it right. He makes sure that everything and person is clean." "Great that covers my tuition." (to be continued)