To 5:00 a.m. what can I say Bartender life is morning and day day-and-night is all the same to us we lose track of time. I come home to a little one-b...droom apartment drop some stuff off. I am a little restless and I go into a long steam bath with Gardenia oil and relax with Dana still running thru my mind. Before I know I’m on my laptop and I am creating a profile, new email and I my picture NO NO NO not my picture but 1 of my gym rats from the gym. I think I look like Tony a middle age. The prices were generally confidential but there was a lotof gossip around the floor, what with us all being bored and nervous"women" (I still hated considering myself one, I still had a dickdamnit). Hopefully none of them want a tranny chick, I thought to myself.I know I sure wouldn't if I was back in the real world. But then Ithought, how would I have even known? These "women" look more femininethan most I've met out there!Little did I know, shemale babes were in high demand. These clients. ” He nodded dumbly and swallowed hard again as his hand followed her spine until it disappeared into the cute little divide of her bum. He did this several times more, actually spending more time on the lower portion below the water than above in the open air, so to speak. He knew he had to get out of there… and soon… and so he quickly got up, trying to smooth the front of his pajama bottoms (without much success) and sort of bolted from the room, shutting the door on that flower of innocence. ’ He told his friends to ‘take care of me.’ His friend, Brad, grabbed me by my hair and threw me onto the sofa. ‘Shut up you little freak!’ muttered the girl. She quickly stuffed my mouth with one of Chrissy’s stockings that was on the floor. Brad produced a roll of duct tape and taped my mouth shut. They both rolled me over and pinned my wrists as I struggled. The tape was wound around my wrists. The girl [I heard Brad call her Carol] sat at the end of the sofa, and positioned my head, face.