in house out house - day two

in house out house day 2

after my first shit-awful attempt to earn money with a new range of customers. i decided to sign up for a second shift

it's Australia Day eve. i could be at the Laird getting shitfaced drunk and waving my cock around at the Underbear party. binge drinking in a crowded bar slipping through the crowd of sweaty hairy backflesh may not be everyone cup of tea, but it's mine. i like many cups of tea. i like peppermint tea and i like big hairy men. however, i have no cash after signing up to a gym today

so i plan to spend another 9 hours in a room with a bunch of self-harmers with the sci-fi channel at a deafening level.

today the tv is dominated by the tennis and i am no longer the new boy. today that role is played by Isabella, or Bella. "it's my middle name. oh. my middle name abbreviated."

Bella is a sweet looking young girl. where's my sweet girl? she's right here... and she's a tranny!. early 20s. a voluptous body. nice round face. a little like Bert Newtown and freckly. her costume tonight is a gown that looks like a long nighty and her long straight brown hair is a bit dishevelled, so if you're looking for a dumpy girl who just rolled out of bed and stumbling down the street to hand in her dole form then Bella is your girl. she sat down in the filthy armchair next to me and opened up "sorry. i'm telling you my life story"

"that's okay. it'e better than watching the tennis" fuck, how could i be more wrong

"i'm just here because i want to see if i can do this"

"what? sit in a skanky armchair?"

"no. this. i've never done this before."

"go to a bar. get drunk and fuck a bunch of guys. can you do that?"

"i'm not... no. that's not what i'm about"

"doesn't mean you shouldn't do it!" Gypsy, the lovely tranny on the opposite armchair piped up "have fun! practise makes perfect!"

"i've had compliments on that before. he's told me i'm good." my eyebrow raised a question. "yes he. my boyfriend. we're engaged. we've been together for 10 years. i live with my parents. they don't know i have a boyfriend. he's been sneaking over the back fence. he's spent the last 4 years in Seattle." the shit boring tennis on the telly is catching my eye. "i hope i can work here. haven't been able to get a job for 6 years and that was before i was transgendered."

something smelled fishy. and by that i mean i could smell fish. i'm not sure i believe this lass was ever a lad. everything about her says female. the more she talked. the more she expressed her issues. at first she was unable to get a job. then she wasn't "allowed" to work (not allowed? that screams "i'm mental"). now she is not able to work (disability pension for being a mental nutbag who thinks she's transgendered)

i could be wrong. but it's far more interesting if i'm not

end of day two. no jobs. no money