Transvestite on the train

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The laughter was false and loud bringing the attention of the other passengers to the open door of the subway train. She stood tall in her four-inch heels open toed shoes. The length of her legs was longer than most would have expected. White and bruised around the knees she wore no stockings or tights. Talking to a short Hispanic man whose fascination with her could only be rivaled by a Steelers fan for his team. She sat, as a young lady from a Swiss finishing school would have been taught. Only when she was seated did it occur to her that her short black skirt was no longer covering the purple panties. Hopping up and down on her seat she pulled the skirt down and crossed her long white legs. The Hispanic man consumed her with his eyes. Her constant loud chattering didn’t alter his attention. Had he looked carefully at the size of her hands and feet, her bouncing Adams apple he would have realized. This she was in fact a he; from the cheap clothing and bruised knees she/he was also a working girl.

Her gangster clothed pimp stood by the door watching his meal ticket. One wrong move from this pathetic trick and his eight inch serrated edged knife would be produced. No one would touch his property without paying full price.

Arriving at the Hollywood Highland station she made an exit Betty Davis would have envied. The pimp pulled up his oversized jeans and followed ten feet behind her.

The search for another client had begun.

December 24, 2010 Los Angeles Metro red line train.

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