The Greatest Lie Part 18

They say that prostitution is the oldest profession. I disagree. Some guy must have been a professional hunter to have gotten together the spare change to pay for that first commercial fuck. It's like that chicken and egg conundrum. Eggs definitely came first. Just as mutation precedes evolution, there had to be money before there could be whores. But like the mutated ape's sperm cell that fathered the first humans, whores were essential to the birth of the market, as the counter-parties on the first commercial trades. The tricks were the fathers, and we whores were the mothers of commerce.

I'm not exactly proud of my whoring, but I do count it a necessary part of my education. I was born and brought up as a boy, so my Mom and my peers didn't train me in the art of smiling, seduction or sex. As the girl within me emerged from her chrysalis, she took an accelerated course of independent study that covered everything from streetwalking and backseat blowjobs to Internet advertising and doing business from luxury hotel rooms. It took hormones and surgery to conform my body to my gender, but it took whoring to teach me the power of my new sexuality.

A couple of years of hooking should be considered a rite of passage for T-Girls, like that mission year that those Mormon boys go on, or the Peace Corps. It's a growing experience. The T-Girl prostitute learns self-confidence and how to spot trouble, and leaves the world a happier, better and more tolerant place.

I learned to make snap distinctions on the slimmest evidence to discern between the violent, self-loathing pervert, the fun-loving hobbyist, the timid experimenter whose wife isn't gratifying him, the tormented closet case who's looking for or perhaps hiding from a secret part of himself, and using me as his mirror, and LE, law enforcement, looking to ruin my life. I have sucked or gotten fucked by God-knows-how-many different shapes, colors and sizes of cocks, and gotten paid in a half-dozen currencies.

But timing is everything. I was lucky to come out at the right time. A few years earlier, and neither the surgical techniques nor the social milieu would have achieved the requisite level of sophistication. Now, trannies are a booming market, a stunning demonstration of the laws of elasticity of supply and demand.