Career Shift

Receptions are not my favourite things in the world to attend. I don't mingle and 'rub elbows' like agents and sales people do. I usually end up at the bar drinking alone, looking at all the phoney people. I am a writer, a sports column writer more specifically. The magazine that I write for is one of the biggest national publications with a huge male readership. They were promoting the new issue, which featured a calendar and had the entire hotel convention facilities booked. I was obliged to attend.

I had no reason to complain about my job. It paid great, I worked very little, and I had the prestige of bragging that I write for one of the top five magazines in the country. My column is usually three to five pages per month, which includes up to a page and a half of photographs. I had been writing box scores and rehashing press releases when this magazine started up and was building its staff. I was in the right place at the right time and for the first few months worked for nothing. Now after three years, my monthly expense account is more than my first two years salary as a writer.

Like I said, I am obliged to attend these functions. I do however make the best of them. You see, once and a while I get this urge to do something very out of character. A while back after a party, a female guest had left behind her bra in my bathroom. For whatever reason, she never claimed it back. I kept it for a long time and one day I got this notion to try it on. It was a sexy leopard print design with black lace trim. I loved the way it felt and found myself posing in front of a mirror. Things progressed after that when I bought a pair of panties and a garter belt to match. I then got my hands on a hot black dress with leopard print trim around the collar, and sheer black sleeves. I kept going and bought a pair of 4" black patent pumps and black stockings. I put on my entire outfit and posed in front of the mirror. I remember thinking that with my slim, athletic figure that I could almost pass for a woman. I decided to complete the package by purchasing a curly, red haired wig and makeup. After several practice sessions at home, I felt that I could pass as a woman in public. I had the urge to try it but wasn't ready to just walk out my apartment door like that. I had to keep it a secret. This hotel was an excellent opportunity.