Like most transvestites and transsexuals, I should have been prepared for being outed. I had spent my whole life on the edge of being discovered and that is exactly what happened to me. The consequences weren't as dire as what was going to happen to me in court, however, where I would appear as Nicole and yet I would be charged as Philip Moore.
"So how did you get into this line of work?" the men who danced with me would ask. Many of them, I was certain, were closet transvestites as I once had been. I made up lovely stories for them. It was my sister, my aunt, my grandmother, my mother, who wanted a daughter, a niece, a sister, a granddaughter. Now I just couldn't go back any more, could I, not a girl like me, I told them.