"One hundred thousand dollars, Sissy, that's what I'll pay you," he went on. "And all you have to do is hang on here, for two, three months, tops, wear all the pretty dresses you want, and swish and smile for all the men hanging over you in the Time-Out Cafe. Then I'll help you get a job as a guy, or as a female impersonator, if that's what you love to do, somewhere other than Penstone."
"No, I, I can't..." I tried to tell him again. No, this was going to be the end for me. I wasn't going to go on being a girl. There was a clatter of high heels as Jolene and Jessica, in short dresses and high heels, in street clothes, in other words, came swinging out of one of the dressing rooms, calling out feminine goodnights to the other girls.