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... in. Do you have a specialty you wear?"

"I... specialty? Like a costume? Not really, I've done Obi-wan a few times and Indiana Jones, is pretty easy, too. I guess I'd go with one of those," I said shrugging.

"I think... maybe... you've misunderstood," Donald said simply. "The... uh.... staff are all... trans."

"I... what?" Holy shit! Was he serious? "Wait, the hostess...?"

"Yup, Talia was born Theodore, but much prefers being Talia, she likes the librarian look, if you couldn't tell," Donald explained.

"Oh, wow, how the hell did I miss that? I guess I was in such a hurry to apply, I didn't really pay attention..." I trailed off, realizing he had said something about the prospects coming in drab clothes. Attention to detail, right?

"Its okay, I'm sorry, it happened a few times before we opened, but I thought everyone knew by now. I guess I'll have to explain it better in the recruiting e-mails, but I have to be honest, you'd make a great server," he said matter-of-factually.

"I... would?" I stammered. Needless to say, my crossdressing heart was thrilled, but the male side was still fighting for control. The male side was loosing, badly, by the way.

"Oh yeah, I mean, you're about what, 5' 5" maybe 5' 6"? You could rock 4" or 5" heels and still be under 6' tall. Some of girls love their heels, but when starting at 6' and add a few inches and they look like Amazons. Gorgeous Amazons to be sure," he said. "And with your looks, well please don't take this ...

... the wrong way, but you'd make a really lovely girl."

I blushed slightly, the girl side just took full control! "Well, thank you, I appreciate that."

He smiled, "You're quite welcome, and I'm glad you're okay with that, some guys get a little upset, if they hear something like that. In the early days before we opened and the place was known, we got a lot guys storming out with the idea that they'd dress up."

"Yeah, I get that," I nodded. "But you see, I've... uh... well, I've got some experience."

"I know," he gestured vaguely to my resume, "You've got a nice mix of experience."

I shook my head, "No, I mean, I've got experience... uhh..." I waved vaguely to the front of the house.

Realization dawned and Donald's eyes widened, "Oh! So you are trans? Or at least a dresser?"

I nodded, not really trusting my voice. This was the thrill of a lifetime, but I wasn't sure I was ready for it. I was on the verge of doing a happy dance and crying at the same time. It was a weird mix.

"Well, great, then you can start right away," he moved his computer mouse and was starting to type.

"Well..." I started.

"Well?" he asked, looking at me sideways. Then after a pause, "Oh, you're still in the closet?"

I nodded, "Yeah, I've never actually told anyone about this before." My heart was beating like a jackhammer.

"Oh, gotcha. Wow, well then, first of all, thank you for sharing this with me, I know this can be a deeply personal, and sometimes guilty secret, but ...