Femboi Hooker

"This is going to be the best day Evea!" You shout as you jump out of bed. Today is the day finally, FINALLY, you can do the thing you have been dreaming out since like forever. You run over to you wardrobe and pull it open.

Inside is one outfit in particular, an outfit that you bought ages ago in the knowledge that this day would come and that is what you would wear. You take it out and stroke the fabric. It consisted of; a pink halter top that left most of your stomach, shoulders and arms totally free with Princess written on the front; a pair of booty jeans that would give make your little clitty bulge out so cutely; pink stockings with little bows at the top; a pair of hot pink panties that had SLUT written on the back; and some pink trainers.

You could feel yourself bouncing up and down with excitement as you pulled it all on. Finally you could wear this. Once it was all on you stretched in front of a mirror. The top was perfect for showing off your perky little A-cup letting your nipple be free when you moved just right. It had taken like forever for your parents to buy your the hormones to get your cute little titties just right. In the booty jeans your ass looked like it was made to be railed, which after all the work you put into it it had damn better. Your clitty was already hard just thinking about all this and you could see it pushing against the jeans. It was just so fucking cute, you could wait for people to coo over it as they filled your butt right up.

You took a breath and let your hands wonder down to grope your own ass. As you squeezed a gasp escaped your lips. "No, no save it for the client." You chided yourself pulling your hands away.

"Steph, breakfast!" The call came from your mothers voice and you felt your stomach rumble. Giving yourself one more look over you nod, Finally you were going to become the hooker you always dreamed of becoming.

With a skip in your step you hurry down stairs to the kitchen. Your mother was facing the counter getting plates ready. "Hey mom." You say as you walk over and wrap your arms around her waist. There was no question who you got your ass and hips from in this family. She was a curvy woman and you while been jealous of her chest your ass was better than hers.

"Hey sweetie." Your mother pats your hands and turns around in your grasp. "Oh you're wearing your outfit." She didn't seem surprised and was pretty indifferent, she had been fine your chosen career and now that you were finally able to embraced it she seemed a little unsure. "Well happy birthday, have a seat and I'll bring you breakfast."

"Best mom ever." You say as you dash over to the table. Already sitting at it was your father. He was exactly the sort of guy you wanted as a client. clean, nice and most importantly big and strong. With a grin on your face you take a seat next to him. "Hey daddy." You bat your eyelids at him as he looks over at you.

"Hey, happy birthday sweetie." He reaches over and tussles your hair, leaving you to pout a little at his total ignoring of your trying to flirt. "Looking forward to your day." He went back to reading his paper and you mumbled a yes feeling a little dejected.

"Hey bitch boi." You look up and see your sister walking over, she was wearing a t-shirt and panties. You grin at her, ever since you'd shared your dream job with she had been the most supportive.

"Hey big sis." You jump up from your seat and rush over to hug her. She was taller than you so you ended up bury your head between her large D-cup chest.

"Happy birthday." She spanked your ass in your habitual greeting. You let her go as you giggle, the spank sending a thrill though your whole body. "So have you got plans for today?" She was giving you a knowing look.

"Yep, today is my first day." You beam back at her.

"Breakfast." Your mother calls as you and your sister take your seats. Your mother puts a plate in front of you, two eggs and a sausage. they made a dick and balls on the plate and you grin up at her. She smiled motherly down at you and hands out the rest of the plates.

"So kiddo." You father starts speaking and you look up at him. "Have you really planed this out?"

"Yeah." You answer as you get to eating.

"Really?" Your mother asks raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah." You repeats.

"They're asking if you've got a pimp bitch boi." Your sister says in your ear reached down to pinch your ass. you let out a squeak as she does.

"That is not exactly what we meant." Your mother says. The table lapses into silence. You don't in fact have a pimp, you just sort of figured you'd go into town somewhere and someone would pick you up.

"Y-yeah I have a pimp." You feel really embarrassed at not having thought about that part but don't want to admit it in case your parent use it as an excuse to say you should delay starting your new job. The rest of breakfast was quiet to start before your sister began chatting about her new life at university. She had started this year and thankfully it was a local one so she hadn't moved out, yet at least, she said that in her second year she would. You're pretty sure she didn't move out this year because of you and you are super grateful for it.

You dad starts to talk about his job. You always found his work boring, he took you there a few times to try and convince you to join him but sitting at a desk doing paper work for hours seemed way to boring.

With breakfast done. Your mother asks you to help her clean up. She is a stay at home mum who spends her days hanging out with the other local stay at home mums. you've been helping her around the house for ages but now that you're about to start your new job she will probably be a little lonely.

With the cleaning done you think about what to do. You don't really know anyone who would make a good pimp, there is your family, you guess you could ask them, though it would be a bit embarrassing. Your sister would probably be happy to help, after all she has been so far, your mom would might help but you doubt she'd really know what to do, your dad would probably try and convince you to change your mind and go work with him. And is there even a need of one, like how bad could it be without one.