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How I Became Me

... have to earn some money. Despite the glamour, we weren’t earn much money so we had little in the way of savings. Macy and July were confident that they could find another job with their dancing and they contacts they’d made, but I hadn’t been dancing so I knew I’d have to use my initiative if I wanted to contribute to the rent. Within days of looking Macy had found a job as a show girl at a cabaret. It wasn’t what she wanted to do and didn’t use much of her dancing skills but with her beauty and charisma, she was a natural. Her outfit consisted of a skimpy white playsuit which was just a step up from a bunny girl. But it showed off her long, dancer’s legs and she got plenty of tips to help with the rent. July had managed to find herself a job as a hostess at an old fashioned dance hall. Her classic dancing skills were to the fore. She spent her afternoons and evenings teaching and dancing with mature men who wanted a reminder of their younger days when they would go to the local dance and take their young lady around the dance floor. July loved it. She got to wear some lovely cocktail dresses, paid for by her employer, she got to dance for a few hours a day and got to meet plenty of gentlemen who were so pleased to be dancing with such a pretty young lady. Within a few weeks she was the most popular girl at the dance hall. The men would be queuing up to get a dance with her and the tips almost paid our rent on their own. Perhaps not the job she thought she’d be doing when ...

... she left for London, but there were worse jobs out there. In fact there were far worse jobs out there. With my two s****rs out of the flat most nights, I had plenty of time to find a way to earn some money. I’m afraid that I made some bad decisions. I found myself spending most evenings surfing the internet. I had no money to spend so this was the only pleasure I could afford. As a young man I spent quite a bit of time exploring porn sites. I signed up for XHamster and started chatting with a few friends. The pointed me in the direction of a few sites where girls would put on a live show and get paid a few tokens for their efforts. I noticed that the site also had a selection of transsexuals and crossdressers who put on a show. Some of them were very good and convincing, some less so. I spent a few evenings watching them and thought to myself, “Anna, you can do better than some of these. They seem to earn enough money to live off of it. Why don’t you give it a go?” So I did. I got myself dressed up in a little black dress, borrowed some of Macy’s false nails and a pair of July’s hoop ear rings. I sorted out my hair and put on some sultry, come hither make-up. I thought I looked pretty good, but what would the outside world think? I needed one more thing – a couple of glasses of wine inside me. All of those years dressing up and appearing on stage as a girl, but other than getting to the theatre, I’d rarely interacted with anyone as Anna and here I was about to become a whore – ...