the third sex

Back in March I wrote about the often fine line between boy and ladyboy, and told the story of Bee, the ladyboy who went back to being a boy again. He had lost all the feminine allure that had made him (her!) such an attractive ladyboy, and had become just like any other young guy: a strutting, rather pushy one at that.

He had bombarded me with phone calls, offering his own services, but I’m seldom interested in boys and so I declined. He had also offered to bring ladyboy friends around for a photoshoot, but on the one occasion I agreed there was a dreadful row when he poached on the territory of one of my regular and trusted scouts, and so I didn’t do it again. Gradually, Bee faded into the background.

Then something odd happened to me just yesterday. I had arranged for one of my ladyboy scouts to bring in a couple of friends for me to photograph. They all bowled up in a taxi at 1pm, as arranged, and my friend introduced them to me. “This Sophia”, she said, waving her hand at one of the girls, who was wearing heavy makeup and had her hair braided into thick curls.

“Didn’t you used to be Bee?” I asked.

Sophia shook her head. I looked at her doubtfully. It can be very hard to tell who is who sometimes, because makeup, hair and dress transform people. I have on several occasions photographed ladyboys with the vague sensation that I might have done so before.

The gang relaxed on the sofa for a while gossipping and watching TV, while I got ready. Then Sophia and I made our way to the room I had booked for the photosession. I looked at her hard. In profile she looked very familiar. I asked her again if she was Bee, and whether or not I had taken her pix before, and she denied it with such certainty that I thought I must be mistaken.

So we started taking the photographs. About 10 minutes into the shoot, I tugged Sophia’s knickers halfway down and immediately recognised the tattoo on the right cheek of her bum. “You ARE Bee!” I said, slapping her bottom. She giggled, and had the grace to blush under her makeup.

“Yes,” she mumbled.

Now, when previously I have thought I recognised a model and asked if I had photographed them before, they have always denied it. Every time. I suppose they think I will cancel the shoot, but I wouldn’t. I don’t mind doing two or more shoots of a good-looking model.

Bee’s case was different in that her tattoo was very recognisable, and I had on several occasions commented on it, both when she was a ladyboy and a boy. Clearly, although I might not have recognised her face, I was going to recognise her ass.

The odd thing was, that she had gone back to being very demure and almost shy again. The pushy little twerp of a boy had almost vanished, and in his place was a girl who looked good and moved in a very feminine way, and who had an attractive underlying saucy streak.

I asked Bee if she was going to remain a ladyboy now. “Yes,” she said. We will see.