Since there were no real women on board the
ship, we cabbies would be deluged with men who
wanted to dance with us in the place of women.
They would call us by girlish names, making
them up, if we didn't do that for ourselves.
Gennee called me Arrathee all through the makeup session she inflicted on me. A guard stood ready to
beat on me in the walkway, as she painted my trembling face, making my eyes as
vivid as hers, my cheeks as red as hers, and my
face as pale and glowingly soft and womanly as
hers.