Why not.

"Duh, so what’s the prize for first place anywhoo?” You ask.

“$250 plus you keep any money the crowd gives you even if you loose.”

“Sign me up. The name‘s Amanda Cruise, call me Mandy. Oh by the way you do let shemales dance also right?”

“What the fuck, you gotta be kidding right? Fuck no this isn’t some fag bar, if you are a shemale I am gonna kick your ass.” You can see he looks furious.

Feeling a bit randy in your new body and not to worried at the consequences sense you know all you have to do is take the boots off and you change back you think, ‘It‘s not like he is really gonna hurt me.’ And answer, “Why so uptight? Afraid I will show up the other girls and win? How about you let me dance I’ll bet you 500 bucks I win.“ To emphasize the point you wag the money in front of him in your slender fingers.

He eyes the money and looks you over, he still looks mad but the thought of getting ahold of that money is calming him down. You also get the feeling he is checking you out so you flash him a glimpse of ass and give him a wink. “Let me get this straight, you are betting me you will win the whole competition? I think I am going to have to see if you are really a shemale before I take that bet. I get the feeling I am being suckered.”

“You wanna see? Sure where do you want to go? Want me to go in the office there with you?”