“Heather, I can’t believe you planned such an elaborate hoax on your stepfather and stepbrother, just to get them to reveal their true feelings fo... you. Were you happy with what they said?”“I am so happy. I never knew how much they loved me. It also helped my insecurity about myself that they wanted to fuck me so much, not because of my looks but because of that love for me.”“It was so devious of you though Heather to trick them.”“Well Maurice, you know I always get my way,” she laughed out. She convinced that guy behind the counter for another Juul and a Uber, leaving him most of her money. Easy come, easy go.The next morning at school, she stopped by his classroom, now filling with other students. As soon as he saw her, he began to sweat. He felt he had that Scarlet Letter emblazed on his forehead.“Hello Mr. Roberts, I think I left some things in your car.”“Oh, ah, well, ah, Miss? Ah, Can we look after school is out?”“My phone.”He blinked, then whispered, “I thought you were mad. “Thank you all very much. That’s it, two hours ... Good night to you all!”Running towards us was Phyllis, the birthday girl’s Mom, asking, “Can you please go on for another hour?”“Our contract was for two hours, Ms. Jefferson. We could go on at $300 per hour, but we need to be paid for our contract first?”“So, this is all about money, young man?” she was quick to remark with her hands on her hips.“No, Ma’am! This is business and I have nine people to pay. Your husband works for a paycheck, so. I freshened up and waited for his permission to re-enter the room. "Come in, slave. Welcome to your audition. Remember, I'm looking for someone with real femininity here, not just another wimp in drag!" Nervously, I opened the door and entered. There he was, seated in one of the chairs. He was mid to late thirties, above average in appearance, and looking very confident and cocky. I tried to maintain my feminine composure as much as I could, but I was very nervous. We each had a glass.