That wasn't for me so I left college after the first semester.An entertainment agent called me and said he could get me a lot of work. He had been to ...a couple of amateur night shows I did at the local bars. I could read his mind and he was thinking of asking for thirty percent of what I grossed. I had checked into getting an agent previously and found that twenty percent was the going rate for new acts. I knew he would drop it to twenty-five percent, but I was going to hold out for twenty.. Besides, I'm..." ... damaged. Yeah I know," she interrupted. "That's bullshit. Just tell me that you liked the show, that you noticed." All right," I conceded. "From the time you stopped posing to the time you put on your clothes, I noticed. You're a much sexier clothes-putter-on-er, than you are as a pin-up model. Although..." I let it dangle in mid-air."Although... ?" she prompted."Although we don't have time to get into that. We're trying to get to the airport with our trusty canine. This credible self-belief makes me appear that much more authentic as a female because I believe in my heart that I am a genuine female when all dressed. People that meet me so often reinforce that ego-driven belief especially when they assume I’m all girl.Practice makes perfect and I am always obsessive about all of the details that it takes to go from a boy to an attractive girl. When a person sees me in all-out feminine drag as the girls say, it is hard to read that I am anything less than. ‘Definitely.’ Megan pulled on a pair of track pants and pulled the drawstring tight. She threw on a bra that matched the panties and tightened it as far as it would go. With a t-shirt and a pair of tennis shoes, she was all set to go. They arrived at the mall fifteen minutes later and Ashley led her straight to Express. Megan must have tried on at least twenty outfits before she found one that both she and Ashley could agree on. It was a pair of low cut very fitting jeans, an off-the-shoulder.