The deputy gives you a break.

"Yes officer." You could feel your cheeks blushing furiously as you made the admission.

The deputy sighed, muttering something under his breath in Spanish that you could not catch. The officer is dark haired and olive skinned, you read the name sewn onto his uniform, "S LOPEZ".

"Right, you got no idea how much those pills complicates this job." Deputy Lopez grumbles. "There's a new addition to the driver's ID coming in soon. An alternative photo for X-Change users, but it's not been passed as law yet. This your first time on a pink pill?"

"Yes officer." You admitted meekly.

"And you are doing what just now, cruising for some action?" The deputy asked. "I doubt you'd have much difficulty hooking up the way you look now."

It took a moment for You to realise what the deputy meant. When you realised the officer thought you was looking for men in this female body the heat in your cheeks almost burned as your blushing intensified.

"No, hell no." You stammered. "I really do have a dance audition, just around the corner from here in fact."

The deputy looked around, clearly thinking where in this neighbourhood Andy could mean. Then he grinned and gave a laugh.

"The Platinum club, you're auditioning there?" He asked.

"Yes sir." You nodded.

"Well you certainly have the looks for it." The deputy seemed amused by the situation now. "I'm going to give you a break. Just make sure you get that ID updated when the law passes, and for christ's sake no more changing in your car. That rack could cause a pile up."

"Thank you officer." You said gratefully. "I'll be more carefull in the future, I promise."

"Just you see that you do Miss." The officer turned to head back to his cruiser chuckling to himself, but called over his shoulder. "And good luck with your audition, though I'll doubt you'll need it."

Once the deputy had left You drove around the corner to the platinum club and parked outside. After putting on your heeled sandals you take a few minutes applying the make up you bought using the rear view mirror and then painting you fingernails and toenails. Satisfied that you looked the part for an audition as an exotic dancer you headed for the door. There was still a couple of hours before the club opened, but the front door was unlocked so you went inside. Though you had never been to this club before the layout was familiar from those you had been in. A dance stage with a couple of chrome poles dominated the centre of the room surrounded by seating and tables. Around the walls of the big room were private cubicles and bars. A couple of guys were behind the bars, restocking bottles and glasses ready for the evening.

"Hi, I'm looking for the manager." You asked one of the barmen. "I have an audition as a dancer."

"Of course you do sweetheart." The man replied looking you up and down with appreciation. "He's out back doing paperwork. I'll give him a call and tell him you're here. Take a seat darling he won't be long."

It took about ten minutes for the manager to appear. A middle aged guy, who looked like he'd been a tough a few years back but was overweight and running to seed now. He smiled friendly enough as he came over and shook your hand in his big fist. He looked you over and whistled.

"Well you certainly ain't hard on the eyes." The manager commented. "And your body is a knockout. So this get up, the cut offs and cropped shirt, is red neck chick your shtick then? Most of the girl's have some sort of stereotype costume they play up to."

"Err...yeah. Is that alright?" You asked.

"That's fine for now." The manager shrugged. "Schoolgirl, secretary, whatever. It's all good. So let's see if you got the moves to go with that smoking body. You got a particular track or you just going to improvise?"

"You got Jessie's girl by Rick Springfield?" You asked, naming a track you had a routine for back from when you were training as a dancer.

"Hey Bobby, you got Jessie's girl?" The manager bellowed out to a man behind a sound system adjusting something. The man waved back, yelling that he had it.

"Okay honey. You're up, lets see what you got." The manager said, waving toward the stage as lights blinked on and spotlighted the gleaming silver pole.