Angel Chapter 2

He did leave, once the trunk was deposited inside the kitchen of the small flat. Brian handed Angel the work order, which included a statement that she had arrived safely at her destination, and was satisfied with the service. After signing it, she set it on top of the trunk and stood next to the nice young man, resting a hand affectionately on his shoulder. Brian was aware of the gesture, and thought he knew what it meant, so he started his pitch.

"Well, I got you here, all safe and snug as a bug in a rug, so you're not really a passenger any more. Can I call you Angel?"

"Yes. In fact, I wish you would."

"Well, er, Angel, since you're new in the city, and probably don't know many people yet, I was wondering, would you have dinner with me tonight? Maybe even go out dancing?"

"Yes, I'd love to. But there's something about me you should know."

"If a man asks you for a date, before you accept it, be honest with him, and make sure he knows you're a T-girl. If you don't, he may think you've tricked him or taken advantage of him, and you could be in a very dangerous situation." That was what all of Angel's counselors had strongly advised her, even describing dreadful things that had happened to a few T-girls who hadn't done so.

Brian waited for Angel to tell him about her old man, knowing that it wouldn't change his mind, and would only make him feel good about poaching on some swell's territory.

"I'm a T-girl."

"A what?"

"A T-girl. A transsexual. I used to be a boy but I was really meant to be a girl, so I changed myself to one."

"What! Do you mean to tell me you've got a cock and balls under that dress?"

"Well, er, yes. I have."

"You bitch! You rotten cunt! But you ain't even got a cunt! You tricked me. I oughta beat the shit out of you, you fuckin' poofter!" As he spoke, the enraged man glared at Angel and his hands formed menacing fists.