Their usualclientele was usually a young transgendered man taking off on his firststeps towards femininization or a closeted husband escaping for a we...kendto live out his fantasies. They liked Jason's story though as theythemselves felt like they were part of the competition. This time Jasonhad asked to come much earlier and potentially stay much later. He wantedto get the makeup process down so that he could do it himself. He paidattention meticulously the first time they went over his. "I now panicked a bit. What on earth was happening. Suddenly the doors locked and I was trapped, too gobsmacked to say anything as we pulled off the main road into a dark side street near some industrial units.Strangely as the cab slowed the panic subsided. Replaced by something that was in equal parts fear and expectation. We stopped and he got out. He was a lot taller and quite beefy. Oh god what next!?"Get out"He ordered as he opened the door. I looked around, nowhere to run. This part of. Frank was impressed by how ladylike I was in the part and how perfectly I read my lines. I told him I'd had a lot of practice at home, and I was feeling the character, being in woman's clothes all the time, something professional actors do. He was surprised that I actually followed through with crossdressing full time and had taken to so well. I couldn't disclose to him my real feelings, that in my heart, I was a girl! After several sessions together, we decided that we had everything down. "What do you say to me?"Shanika looked up to see the cross look on Debbie's face. What was she talking about? Then she remembered Yolanda's exit. "Uh, thank you, ma'am," she said quietly as she looked back down at the floor."Well, I guess that'll have to do for now," said Debbie with an air of exasperation. "But you better learn to do better than that!" She shook her head and sat back down behind her desk. "I swear...!" she said to herself. Looking up, she noticed that the Shanika still stood.