You go shopping.

You headed for the mall, stopping quickly at a gas station as your car was already running on fumes alone. You made do with just a couple of gallons to keep it rolling, with only a little over one hundred bucks to your name you could barely afford that much with the things you would need to buy.

Your first stop was to buy cosmetics. Unlike most guys, you knew enough to have a clear idea what you would need. Since you had performed on stage in the past you had used make up previously. You kept things simple, some foundation and blusher for your face, eyeliner and a lipstick to highlight your features. You had to buy good quality, you knew well enough that under the stage lights you would need products that would not run or fade with heat and sweat. Red nail polish for your fingernails and toenails were a must have of course. That was another twentyfive dollars gone and your budget to buy clothes and shoes was looking tight.

Next stop was a ladies shoe shop. The price of anything close to sexy yet robust enough to dance in shocked you. You were **** to go for a label you had never heard of, Vince Camuto, but they seemed well made enough for your needs and the shop assistant assured you that the style was this seasons must have. You bought yourself a pair of four inch heeled gladiator sandals in white with brass buckles and studs. Even though the shop had the shoes on sale you still had to pay sixty bucks for them. You counted your money and were amazed that you had only twenty one dollars and some change left to buy clothes with.

"Guess these cut offs and shirt will have to make do. I'll be lucky to buy even a bikini at this rate." You muttered to yourself.

You managed, just barely, after rummaging through the clearance bins in H and M to find a string bikini top and an almost matching set of bottoms in white to go with his sandals. Heading back to your car you looked forlornly at the handful of coins you had left after buying the bare essentials needed. You consoled yourself with the thought that if everything went well you would earn enough in a single night to pay Jack back.

With shopping complete you headed back to the apartment and was grateful to see that there was no sign of Bryan outside. Clutching your purchases you headed inside. You put on the sandals at once, figuring the more practice you had at walking around in the heels the better. Then you picked up the local paper and trawled through the job advertisements for dancers wanted ads. You chose the nearest and called up straight away.

Getting an audition was absurdly easy compared to the hard work you had as a guy. The manager, you were told was always in a couple of hours before the club opened it's doors. You were free to walk in and audition tonight if you wanted. You agreed at once, the sooner you could get some work the better. You glanced at the clock, it was barely midday and six hours to go until you could audition. By your reckoning you had about an hour until the pill wore off. You had only five pink pills left and would probably need to take three to last the audition and hopefully the night if you was taken on. Taking another now would be a waste just to sit around the apartment all day.

With the hour you had left you practiced dancing in your new heeled sandals, once again your balance and agility meant you compensated quickly to the unfamiliar task of wearing women's heels. By the time the hour was done you could manage to dance reasonably well, certainly better in your opinion than most of the girls you had seen in the strip clubs. You made certain to take the sandals off with time to spare until you changed back. The last thing you needed was for your feet to suddenly double in size and split your new shoes apart.

There was not much warning when the pills wore off, for a couple of minutes beforehand you felt a pressure building in your body and then the change back was almost instantaneous. Your looked down at your familiar form and chuckled, you looked like a fool in daisy duke cut offs and a cropped Tee-shirt. You put on fresh jeans and a shirt and and grabbed a bite to eat.

Halfway through the afternoon and you were passing the time doing some chores. Emptying the pedal bins in the apartment you took the trash out to the recycling bin. Bryan must have been looking out his window as the dick intercepted you before you could make it back to the apartment door.

"Hey Twinkletoes, hows it going?" Bryan greeted you, the slur almost friendly compared to his usual insults.

"I'm fine thanks." You replied guardedly. "And you?"

"I'm good yeah." Bryan attempted a smile, looking like a predatory shark. "Saw your new chica earlier, stopped for a chat. Man is that a piece of ass or what?"

"Oh, she never mentioned." You tried to look disinterested. "Yeah she is hot."

"Didn't catch her name though." Bryan said. "Guess she was in a hurry."

"Candy." You said and then immediately wished you hadn't. The name was much too close to your own, sounded too much like a bimbo and was any girl really called Candy anyway?

"Candy and Andy?" Bryan said. "What are you, a double act from a kids programme?"

"Yeah, kinda sounds that way I guess." You feigned a laugh. "Say I have to run Bryan, got some work later and need to get ready."

"Work, you mean prancing about in tights? That ain't work." Bryan sneered. "Well, break a leg Twinkletoes."

You nodded and headed back to the apartment. Somehow the old performers good luck seemed wrong coming from Bryan, the jerk probably meant it literally. Back in the apartment you set the alarm on the bedside clock and took a nap to refresh yourself before the audition was due.