My Daily Grind (Top Tier Reward Story Continued)

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My Daily Grind

Constant crashing and banging from across the sun-baked street makes me quickly glance at the building site I was fired at just days ago. My jaw clenched at the thought of even being even near to the bloody place!

See, I’m actually an actor—a rather good one if I don’t say so myself. Classicly trained, I’ve done a wide variety of roles. Sometimes I play grumpy older men, teenagers, and even female parts in some plays.

Still, it’s a town of wannabes—and sadly….I’m one of them. I keep telling myself that my big break is just around the corner, and somedays, I believe that more than others.

Until that time, an actor has to eat! I’ve been fired from my manual labor job, and now my attention turns to my next adventure. It’s working in this bar….well, I guess it’s more a gentlemen's club.

Now you might be thinking—what's an actor going to do in a gentlemen's club?

Well, not being a bouncer, that’s for sure. My tiny frame and skinny body—I ain’t stopping no one.

You wanna know what job I’m applying for? Maybe the much older generation should sit down for this.

I’m applying to be one of the dancers!

Yup, that’s right—I’m going to literally be one of the girls! I can hear some of you gasping at the thought.

Some may think the club will kick me straight out before I even get to ask for a coffee.

And—I’d probably agree with you if I was just some run-of-the-mill guy down on his luck. However, I’m an immensely talented actor! This is my chance to really build some confidence!

If I can convince this lot of knuckle draggers that I’m of the female persuasion, the world is my oyster!

That’s where you find me right now. I’m standing on the other side of the street from my old work, building the courage to walk inside my potential new workplace.

Staring into the darkened window reflection of the storefront next door, I adjust any stray hairs from my long beautiful natural hair wig.

Very lucky that I know the costume girl at the theatre down my street. She’s set me up big time—from the figure-enhancing body forms to this lovely sheer black feminine suit I’m rocking!

“Zack,” I say to my own reflection. “Zoey is one hot little muffin,”

Confident I’ve got this ‘being a woman’ malarkey in the bag, I strut to the front door in my killer heels. With each click my heels make on the sidewalk, the more I feel I’m channeling my inner woman.

I push the heavy doors open and wish my long blonde hair like I’m in a shampoo commercial.

“Afternoon, darling,” I say, greeting the lady at the front desk. “I’m here to meet Alan for the position of hostess!”

The young girl behind the desk gives me a bright smile. She’s not a clue what I’ve got hiding beneath.

“Sure!” she replies, like the hair head I believe her to be. “Go take a seat next to Elizabeth, and I will let him know you are both here,” she continues, pointing at a bank of seats and a young ginger woman.

“Thank dear!” I confidently say, turning with another sexy flick of my hair.

Between you and me, I could one hundred percent get used to the attitude long hair gives you. I love the feeling of being so glamorous. Maybe that’s why I want to be an actor….I just like all eyes on me at all time.

“Hello, sweety,” I say, greeting the ginger woman as I carefully sit down in my skirt. Bringing my knees together, I haven’t forgotten my character for a moment!

“Hiya,” she smiles, quickly glancing me up and down.

Now, I’ve pretended to be a woman many times for roles, and I know precisely how this woman will react to such a stunning-looking woman greeting her. She’s going to judge everything about me, and she will decide instantly if I’m someone she should converse with.

“Nice outfit,” she says, pointing at my blazer. “I just adore those heels!”

A wry smile forms on my face. Bingo, just as I had predicted!

“Thank you, darling!” I reply with feminine confidence. “I got them on sale!”

“That outfit must have cost you a fortune!” she gasps, gently touching the material of my tight skirt.

“Yes, my sweet,” I reply, puffing out my full-breasted chest. “It did.”

The ginger girl then narrow’s her eyes and looks me up and down again.

“Wait,” she groans, pointing her delicate fingers in my direction. “Are you applying for the hostess job?”

I raise an eyebrow at her question. She’s worried—I can see it in her eyes!

“That’s right, darling,” I answer, judging my competition with a look up and down. “I see you’ve gone less for sexy woman and more for the ‘girl next door look,” I scoff.

Expecting the verbal tussle, I’m left wanting as she just stupidly grins.

“Thank you,” she says, looking down at the short pleated skirt she’s sporting. “I wanted to look as CUTE as possible.”

It’s instantly apparent. The girl's lights are on, but nobody is home.

“You do have very supple long legs,” I say, allowing my red-blooded male mind to give her young body a once over.

“Thank you, babe!” she quickly replies with a big smile. “Pain to shave, though…am I right?”

Ah…the pitta patter of the girl on girl chat. Perfect!

“I know, sweety!” I reply, playfully running one hand up my smooth legs. “Men have no idea of the troubles we delicate creatures must endure to look so glamourous!”

As she giggles and nods at my comment, I know I’ve been accepted as one of them!

“So true,” she says, gently pulling down her skirt and crossing her legs.

She then leans over to me. So close, I can smell the perfume she’s clearly bathed in.

“Between you and me,” she whispers. “I hate all this girly crap. I’m only dressed this way because I think it will help me get the gig, and I’m desperate for the job!”

Leaning a little back, I’m stunned. She’s maybe not a complete barbie doll as assumed.

“The daily grind can be a little tough,” I say, giving her my god's honest truth.

That’s when the office door directly in front of us swings open. Standing at the doorway is a very sexy young woman wearing a halter neck dress. I hope her dad doesn’t see her wearing that.

“Ladies,” she chirps, giving us both a big smile. “Alan is ready for you.”

He’s ready for me? I very much doubt he’s prepared for this fire!

“Thank, Hunny,” I say, straightening my skirt as I stand. “Can I go in?”

The woman in the dress obviously giggles and slowly points at us.

“He wants to see you both…..actually,” she answers.

I give Liz a quick disgusted look, and I’m surprised she’s doing the same to me. She doesn’t stand a chance!

Taking a deep breath, I adjust the fit of my bra and forms and strut into the room.

Entering, it’s much darker than the hallway. Seedy almost. I can see all the CCTV monitors on the wall, but that’s not the first thing my attention is drawn to. It’s the stench of the room. It’s putrid!

Groaning, I swallow down hard as I find it challenging to remain in character for a second.

“AH…,” Alan says, looking up from his desk with a toothy grin. “….the new meat.”

Staring down at the sweat bald head of this large man, I feel a disturbance in the force. My first impression makes me feel like I should leave the room.

“Hiya, big boy!” Liz calls out, steaming in up behind me, full of confidence.

Alan smiles are her….perky introduction.

I give her a sideways glance before rolling my eyes. Who is this girl!? How dare she try and upstage the great Zack!

“I like this one!” Alan says, slurping his lips.

What!? He’s not pointing at me! That’s just wrong.

“You,” he says, turning his finger to finally point at me. “You remind me of my wife.”

WHAT!? How dare he!

“Darling!” I say, running my fingers through my blonde hair. “That’s just silly, sweetheart!”

I can tell I’ve got his interest. He’s raising an eyebrow at me! I best stick out my chest and bum—that’s what I’m sure he wants to see…my goods!

“She’s pretty, yeah….,” I continue, pointing at Liz’s cute but childish outfit. “That’s if you want to hire a girl, not a real woman.”

Alan licks his lips. Although that’s what I want… It’s kinda creepy.

“Oh, please!” Liz snorts, pulling me back with her manicured figures.

“OH, PLEASE!” I interrupt, swiping her hands from my shoulder.

“Ladies….,” Alan says, letting out a pleasured moan. “As much as I’d like you to fight, I think I have room for you both.

Narrowing my eyes as I glare at Liz, she smirks in reply.

“So you,” Alan says, pointing at me. “Zoey…right?”

“Yes, sir!” I answer, giving him a curtsey.

“And you,” Alan says, giving Liz the come-to-bed eyes. “Elizabeth…?”

“That’s a right big boy,” she replies, pouting a kiss.

I can't believe this girl! Blowing him a kiss like that!?

I look away at them both and grit my teeth. I’ll give it to this Liz girl, she’s good!

“I want you both to go get changed into uniform,” Alan commands, slapping his ham hands on his desk. “Darla! Get in here!”

The same woman from earlier slips into the room and quickly to his side like that. He touches her behind as she leans down to listen to him whisper.

I can already tell you—I will have to hold back if he tries to touch me like that!

“Ok, Sir,” Darla softly agrees, looking at Liz and me.

Darla smiles and opens her palms out towards us. “Ladies,” she says softly. “Please follow me for orientation.

Orientation…? Does this job have health and safety rules or something?

Still, I follow both Darla and Liz into a nearby locker room. It’s clearly a women's changing room—that much is clear. The hanging bras on some lockers kinda give that away!

“Mr. Alan wants you dressed and ready to host in ten minutes,” Darla says, giving us both keys to a locker. “Your uniform is in your locker, and please present yourself to me when you are ready.

“Thank you, darling!” I reply, taking hold of my key. “Any advice for us both?”

Darla looks me up and down, then smiles.

“You’ve got asset…,” she asserts, looking at my chest. “I trust you know how to use them.”

I can’t help myself but look where she’s staring. She is correct; the forms I’ve got on are relatively heavy.

“Yes, sweety,” I answer, cupping them.

Darla smiles, then quickly hands Liz her key. Pointing at each of our lockers, she then leaves us in the room alone.

As the door shuts behind her, I take a moment to look around the room. I never doubted this would work, but I had to apricate the position I find myself in. They really do think I’m a woman.

Sloting my key into my new locker, I open it to find a halter dress like the one Darla was wearing. This must be the uniform.

I run my hand down the soft purple material of the dress and inspect the skirt length. I can tell you that It’s not very long.

I’m going to factor this into my role-playing here. It would be good if I get complacent with the goods I hide down there.

I shake my head, noticing the extreme high heels at the bottom of the locker. Why do the heels have to be that high!? I’m going to be basically standing on my toes!

“Skirts a little sort.” I hear Liz mumble to herself. She’s clearly thinking the same thing.

Peaking my head around my locker door, I gawk in her direction. I wasn’t interested in catching a peak at the women; I was just curious.

My curiosity pays off!

She’s wearing breast forms just like me! I see her adjusting the fit in the bra as she stuffs herself into her dress.

I don’t have time to ponder that! She’s pretty much already dressed!

This is going to be awkward! I have to be careful she doesn’t see what I’ve got under my get-up.

Taking the dress from the locker, I do the dance I’d practiced at home. Getting dressed and undressed without people noticing.

Soon I find myself barely dressed in the skimpiest little halter neck dress. Fourtunealty for me, I’m able to hide my true gender still.

Giving myself a smile as I catch a glimpse of the sexy woman staring back at me, I know I’m ready!

I’ve seen myself dressed as a woman before, but DAM, I’m looking hot. Just look at those long smooth legs and those perky tits. Even with my flawless makeup and hair, I look like a supermodel.

If this place doesn’t hire me after seeing me rock this dress….they are missing out! I’m going to earn some serious cash here in tips.

Let's just say this—I’d do me.

“You ready?” I ask Liz, flicking my long hair back and cupping my breasts. “Let the best girl win!”

Liz gives me a wry smile and struts over to me. She almost falls with how high these silly high heels are that we must wear.

“Whatever, old lady,” she replies, swiping her hand across my chest as she passes. “This is no contest!”

Oh, it's on!

“Don’t be so sure sweetheart!” I exclaim, stepping my heel in front of her to stop her from passing. “This place needs a real woman…not some little girl!”

Rolling her eyes, she sighs.

I can only grin as she opens the door and leads us out for inspection. I’ve got insider knowledge on this girl. She doesn’t know that I know she’s a faker!

I couldn’t help but stare at her backside as we both ambled down the corridor in our comically high heels. Her ass does seem to be very plump. That dress certainly struggling to keep it in.

I wonder…is that fake too—as we both step back into Mr. Alan’s office for inspection.

“MMMM…YES!” Mr. Alan sensually moans, shifting awkwardly in his chair as the two of us re-enter his office. “Lots and lots of very lovely curves my new honey’s. I’m more than happy for you both to show me what you can do!”

This guy! He’s basically dribbling over us. If he’s going to keep looking at me with those dirty eyes, he’s guna have to stuff a fifty in my panties for the privilege. I’m not here for the jokes—that’s for sure!

“S-straight away…?” Elizabeth nervously asks, folding her arms tight.

Was she not expecting to go onto the floor to work!? I’m confused. Moments ago she was acting so confident. Like the bell of the ball

“Yes,” Alan instantly answers, pointing behind us at his office door. “Get going. Go serve some drinks and get a few dances.”

“Yes sir!” I reply, sarcastically giving him a salute.

I could tell he liked that, but I wasn’t too sure if he was just happy my breasts bounced as I moved.

“S-shouldn’t we do some training first…?” Liz asks anxiously as I turn on my heels to walk out.

I stop next to her and shake my head. Seriously… I actually thought this girl was going to be real competition for this job. Thank Christ I’m more confident at being a woman than she is. This is going to be easy!

“Come on hun,” I whisper, grabbing her attention. “Let this ‘Old Lady’ help you out.”

Liz looks at me and she’s red in the face. I hold out my hand for her to take hold. She does so and gives me a gentle smile.

“Good little girls!” Alan chuckles, giving us both a massive grin.

Taking hold of Liz’s hand tight, I pull her in the direction of the office door. Giving Mr. Alan a quick smile, we leave the room.

“Are you ok..?” I ask concerned, shutting his office door as Liz tucks hair behind her ear.

“Y-yeah.” She replies quietly, timidly looking at her feet.

Seeing the double doors at the end of the hallway, I can tell that’s where we need to go. It is a little weird we aren’t being taught anything, but I guess it's not hard to get drinks from the barman and maybe do a lap dance or two.

“A-are they really not going to teach us anything?” Liz asks me, clearly very nervous.

Adjusting the fit of my dress, I pull down the skirt to ensure my ass is not hanging out. Then I let go of Liz’s sweaty hand and I point down the hallway.

“I guess not,” I answer, taking a first step towards the double doors.

“Wait!” Liz blurts, touching my shoulder. “I-I’ve never done anything like this before! What happens if a client gets really touchy…?”

“Touchy…?” I question, now puzzled by her Jekel and hyde personality. “What happened to the confident girl giving all that moments ago…?”

“An act,” she replies, lowering her head as she pulls down her dress to cover herself. “I need this job for the money. I told them I’d done this before. Please help me.”

“Join the club,” I groan, rubbing at my face. “I’ve never done this before either and I can tell you—I’m terrified some guy is going to touch me up!”

“You are!?” she asks with the spark returning to her eyes. “But…..you’re so hot and confident. I’m half the woman you are!”

“No….your not,” I grumble, shaking my head at her apparent body confidence issues.

If only she knew the truth she’d understand what a stupid thing that was to say!

“Trust me,” I continue, dropping a shoulder and giving her a smirk. “You are very much more woman than me.”

“I dunno…,” she replies mumbling, still looking at her feet. “I can barely walk in these heels…let alone give someone a dance!”

I look down at my feet stuffed into the silly heels they’ve made us wear. I have to admit, they are a lot worse than what I’ve had to wear before. Very glad the female roles I’ve played didn’t involve shoes like it

“You’re thinking about it too much!” I answer, giving her a friendly smile. “Men don’t care if the dance is good. They just want your body jirating close to their face.

“How do you know that if you’ve not done it before!?” Liz asks with fright. “What if I make a fool out of myself!?”

The girl standing in front of me, clearly wearing fake breasts and the most revealing little slut outfit and she’s worried she’s going to make a fool out of herself!

“That’s what's got you worried!?” I ask belwillderd by her behviour.

“I guess…,” she replies, giving me a nervous smile before looking at the floor.

I take hold of her hand and pull her in the direction of the door. I’m not going to stand here all day and give this girl a pep talk.

“Just use what god gave you!” I say sternly, pulling her as she reluctantly follows on before me towards the customer floor.

“I'm not sure about this!” she complains as we approach the door.

We both stop and stumble in our heels a little as we peer out of the door window and onto the dark and dingy customer floor.

It’s not overly busy. A few barmen and dancers working the floor. I could see several tables with single guys sitting at them nursing a single drink….and probably a semi.

“See,” I say, gesturing at the almost empty floor. “It’s not like we are going out into an orgie. Just pick a table with one sad lonely looking guy at it and flirt with him!”

“Yeah..?” she asks, just like the airheads at school used to.

“Yup,” I answer with confidence. “Make them want your body and they will pay for you.”

“Thank you,” she answers, giving me a gentle cuddle.

Her soft but calmy skin touched mine and I instantly tell she was genuinely nervous.

“Let's do this!” I grin, pushing open the door and pulling her through it with one powerful stride.

Standing with my legs far apart, I even feel a little bit of stage fright. The looks we both get are like wolves to fresh meet. Am I really doing this!? I guess I am!

“I’m g-guna go this way,” Liz mumbles, letting go of my hand and slowly walking off towards a table.

As I watch her walking awkwardly in those heels, she turns back to look at me with a nervous grin. I smile back and give her a thumbs up.

“You can do this!” I mouth to her.

She gives me a thumbs up back and struts off uneasily.

I hope these people don’t eat that poor girl up! She seems so innocent of all this. Strange how I find myself caring about her. What's wrong with me all of a sudden? I need to get a grip. Just because I have a dress and heels on..doesn’t make me her mom!

I then survey the rest of the floor. I don’t want to step on any of the veteran girl's toes, but I do need to find myself a loser and earn some money!

That’s when I spot him, giving me the eye from across the room. The guy looks jaded and a bit ragged, but his clothing looks posh. Could be a big-time executive looking to blow off steam

There it is! He’s looking at my legs! Ahh and like that he’s a fish to my bait!

Bingo! Time to get to work and milk this guy dry—pun not intended!

“Hiya!” I squeak playfully, remembering to shake my booty as I strut over to him.

He gawks at me with the slimiest grin. I can instantly tell you exactly what he’s thinking as I walk over. Weird being on the other side of it. I guess I am an object to be desired by all humans!

“Oi girl!” he grunts, clicking his fingers as I approach. “Before you bring your sexy little ass over here, get me a drink!”

Internally, I want to slap the guy in his slimy face, but I just give him the cutest smile.

Acting at its finest!

“Sure honey bun,” I answer, spotting the barman behind the bar across the room. “What will it be?”

He holds up his glass and I see what appears to be whisky on the rocks. I guess…at least this guy knows a good drink.

“Ok sugar!” I respond with a smile and wink. “Coming right up.”

“Good,” He grunts, looking at my tits and not my face. “Hurry back so I can look at your some more.”

As I turn, I give him a cheeky smile and jut out my hip. This is kinda fun! It’s like drama school all over. I’ve got an assignment and I have to improve my socks off.

As I walk toward the bar and bartender, I can’t help but wonder what Zoey’s motivation is.

“Single mom with a kid maybe,” I whisper to myself, as I smile at the bartender to get his attention.

“You're new…,” The gruff-looking bartender comments as I approach.

“Hiya,” I reply, playfully flicking my hair as stand on the opposite side of the bar to him. “Names Zoey.”

“You wanna be careful with that guy,” he warns, pointing at the guy I’m getting the drink for.

“Oh…?” I chirp, as the bartender fixes a drink and slides it across the bar towards me.

“This is his drink,” he says, shaking his head from side to side. “Just be careful newbie…ok.”

“Thanks, sweety!” I answer, giving him a cheeky grin. “Do you look out for all the girls….or just me?”

“I’m keeping an eye out for you all,” he counters, turning his back on me to make another drink.

Raising my eyebrows, I put the drink he made onto a tray. Heading back to the slimy guy's table, I couldn’t help but feel proud of my superb acting. That bartender clearly can’t take his eyes off me.

Well… a good thing Zoey’s popular. Super glad I took all those feminine roles in the past for this…my greatest challenge yet!

“Here we are sir,” I say softly, placing trying to show as much cleavage as possible as I place it onto the table. “Can I get you anything else?”

“Good,” he says as a little dribble runs down his lip. “Nice tits.”

Well—this guy doesn’t mess around!

“Thanks, babe,” I answer, pushing my forms up to please him. “Does that mean you’d like to dance?”

“My private booth,” he says, pointing as he takes a sip of his drink. “Show me what you can do, new meat.”

As he stands, the sheer size of his stomach comes to pass. I couldn’t help but stare. If he was any bigger, I’d suggest he was a second moon!

“This way girl,” he grunts, trundling off with his drink in hand.

“Sure thing,” I reply, giggling like a school girl.

Following his wide load, I catch a glimpse of Liz doing a dance for a customer. She gives me a cheeky grin as I catch her gaze.

Go, girl! Earn that Dollar!

Much later on—after a lot of dancing!

“Ouch!” I groan in discomfort, pulling my heels from my swollen feet. “their red raw!”

I look around the empty locker room as I rub my feet. It’s been a long day and I’ve stayed probably longer than I should.

Remembering the Dollar bills stuffed in my panties, I pull them out to count them and chuckle at the wad of cash I’ve conned from that guy.

“Well….,” a familiar voice giggles from within the room. “You’ve had a good day!”

I look up and Liz is standing directly over me. A wide grin plastered across her face

“Whoa,” I gasp, jumping a little at her sudden appearance. “When did you get so quick moving in those heels hun!?”

“Confidence babe,” she cheerfully replies, sitting next to me on the locker room bench. “Once I got going, it was fine! Kinda reminded me of drama school.”

I look at her smiling face in total wonderment. She’s an actor too!?

“You act?” I ask quickly, now more interested in this girl than ever.

“Y-yeah….,” she painfully replies, pulling off her heels to find her feet just as red as mine.

“On a dry spell…?” I ask carefully, not wanting to offend her.

Liz stands and wanders over to a locker. As she opens it, she looks back at me and frowns.

“Yup…,” she answers in a dire tone. “Hence why I’m here having to wear these god-awful heels! Do your feet hurt too!?”

My god do they hurt! I think I’m going to need bionic feet if I have to wear them every night!

“Yes, they do!” I sharply reply, giving her a sour smile.

“I know…,” she chuckles, “I’ve been waiting to take these off all day too!”

I furrow my brows as I wonder what else she’s about to remove. Is this about to get uncomfortable!?  I guess I have to get used to women undressing in front of me if I’m going to continue this charade.

“Ahhh,” she sighs in relief, pulling both her breast forms out of her bra and stuffing them into the locker. “That’s better. Those things are heavy!”

I look around the room nervous for a moment. Would it be rude of me to comment? None of my female parts in plays have prepared me for this kinda female interaction.

“Don’t look so shocked Zoe,” Liz laughs, pulling down the straps of her dress to reveal her very empty bra underneath. “I know you’re wearing forms too!”

“Y-you d-do…?” I reply, fidgeting nervously as she smiles at me.

“Yeah babe,” she answers, giving me a bright smile. “I could tell. Us flat-chested girls gotta look out for each other…. right!?”

A little taken back that she knew, I can’t help but now be terrified that she also knows I’m a dude!

“Y-yeah…,” I carefully respond, watching her wipe makeup from her face.

“So nice to have that makeup off too,” she continues, giving me a beaming smile as she discards her makeup wipe. “I had like a full layer on!”

Whoa! This girl is so different without make-up. Look at those freckles! She…kinda reminds me of this girl I once knew.

“You ok Zoe?” she asks with a serious face. “You’re looking at me like you’ve never seen a girl remove makeup before.”

Just as I go to answer, Liz pulls her long, and now a little frazzled hair, straight off from her head.

Holy monkies….she’s wearing a WIG!?

“Ahh,” she sighs, carefully putting the wig into the locker. “That’s better.”

Holy crap! She’s even sporting a pixie cut like the girl I knew. Wait a second!

“Bethany…!?” I blurt out, getting up to stare her directly in the eyes.

Her expression sinks and her face becomes puzzled. There’s no way I’m wrong. Those freckles, that face, and hair. It’s deffo her!

“Sorry…?” she questions sternly, taking a step back from me. “What did you just call me?”

“Beth,” I answer, giving her a wide toothy grin.

As I throw my arms out to give her an old friend's embrace, she shakes her head.

“W-who….are you?” she gripes, looking me up and down. “Do I know you!?”

I slap my forehead knowing I’m an idiot. She won’t know it’s me in all this, just like I didn’t realize it was her either.

I quickly pull my wig from my head and as the clips holding it fall to the floor, she gasps.

“You’re wearing one too!?” she asks, holding a hand to her face. “Wow!”

“No that’s not it,” I desperately continue, pulling out my breasts forms and rubbing at the makeup on my face. “It’s me, Beth—it’s me.”

As I pull my fake eyelashes off, I see Beth giving me a very concerned look. Then, just as I’m about to come clean, her eyes grow wide and her mouth drops. She gasps in shock as she points at my face.

“Zack!?” she screams, franticly pointing at the rest of my body still wearing the very skimpy dress. “Is that you!?”

“Yeah!” I laugh, throwing my arms out for that old overdue hug. “It’s me!”

As she jumps into my arms, we hug tight. I couldn’t believe it either! What were the chances that the two of us would meet in such a place?

“Holy fuck!” Beth screams in my ear as we cuddle. “You’re fucking stunning as a girl Zack…like what the fuck!?”

Having such praise from her, I feel a little embarrassed. As we finish hugging, I go bright red.

“I need the money,” I softly reply, plucking at the dress clinging to my every curve.

“Jesus!” Beth says, bursting into laughter. “And you thought that becoming a lap dancing girl was the next best thing..?”

“I guess I did….,” I nervously laugh with her. “Had them all fooled.”

“Had me totally fooled too!” Beth snickers, going a little red in the face. “To think I was asking you for advice earlier! That’s embarrassing for me!”

I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. That was a very special moment for me!

“Nah don’t be,” I confidently claim, still chuckling. “You know I’m a great actor—It’s a boost to my confidence that even you needed advice from me on how to be a sexy woman.”

“No shit,” Beth laughs harder, wiping a tear from her eye. “This is quite the role you’ve undertaken!”

“Sure is,” I answer, gently laughing. “Sure is.”

After a few moments, Beth stops laughing and she looks me directly in the eyes. I could tell she still has more questions about why I’m currently pretending to be a woman.

“So….,” she says, then cautiously takes a moment to think about it. “Are….you….a woman full time now…or?”

“Erm…,” I mumble, looking at the skirt and blouse I have to change into. “Kinda…I guess. I mean I’m about to go home dressed as Zoey yeah.”

Beth smiles and gently nods.

“We have to go out for a drink now,” she demands, giving me a serious look. “No way can we just randomly meet like this and not go for a drink!”

I look at the wig I hold in my hand.

“Really…?” I ask, showing my wig to hear. “With me dressed like this?”

“My god yes!” Beth instantly answers, smiling from ear to ear. “Put it back on and get out of that nasty dress. It’s the least we both deserve after having to deal with all those dirty old men.”

“True…,” I answer, not hesitating to put my wig back on. “Very true.”

Beth steps forward and places a hand on my shoulder. As I tame my wig, I brush the hair from my eyes and give her a curious look.

“Was it weird?” she asks with a straight face. “Dancing for those old gits…them thinking you are a woman?”

“Erm….,” I mumble, giving it some thought. “No…not really. I see it as just another acting gig that I can rock!”

“You haven’t changed Zack,” Beth chuckles, running her hand softly down my front and to my waist. “You’ve always been so cocky.”

“It’s cos I’m great!” I playfully answer, almost blushing at how close Beth is to my face. “Now, how about you put your wig back on and we hit the coffee house as our alter egos!?”

Beth steps back and smirks at my suggestion.

“Sure thing Zoey!” she chuckles, putting emphasis on my female name as she reaches into her locker for her wig. “Just don’t ask me to put those heels back on!”