A camera and a dream

[JaiDee]

I've got a new story I will start soon and share with you guys, and I hope you will all enjoy it. I can't say how other people who have started ladyboy websites have come up with their idea's or what made them get into the business, but I can say for sure how *I* did it and there is a story behind it which may interest some of you.

It will be kinda long so be forewarned; once I get started on a story it tends to become rather long-winded so keep that in mind and if you don't want to read a 20 or 30 page thread about the early days of ladyboy porn on the internet, this may not be the thread for you.

I'd request also that this thread not be shared with or linked to any other forums. If people want to read it they can simply find it right here; PDogg's forum has become, in my mind at least, the go-to place for LB lovers to find like-minded people and share stories and discussions from the front lines and hopefully this thread will bring in a few new people to check it out.

I hope reading this thread for you will be as much fun as writing it will be for me!

[azza33]

Bring it on...

[JaiDee]

Cheers Azza, and good to see you have made your way here from The Ladyboy Forums........first installment coming tonight :)

[bumblebee]

I am sure this is going to be up to your usual high standards JaiDee. You have a great way of engaging the reader, so as Azza says, bring it on.

[Foggy]

Looking forward to this

[BigTel]

I shall look forward to this JaiDee

[JaiDee]

Thanks guys, I have been laid up recently with some various medical procedures and nothing passes the time better than getting the ol' memory bank churning, along with some creative writing exercises. First edition below, with probably 25 more to come.

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The first 35 years are hardly even worth mentioning. To be sure there were some good moments, and somehow in my late 20's my seed was even able to produce two wonderful kids who survived and thrived despite the fact their parents were total screwballs, thrown together in a shotgun wedding which never should have occurred in the first place. But it wasn't until after age 35, with the break-up of that ill-fated relationship, that I really started to LIVE, to travel and see the world and get out of that stifling cocoon of what is generally considered normality for the vast majority of Americans.

I had always been a history buff, and distinctly remember seeing the Vietnam war on the family TV set during my formative years; Uncle Walter and his field reporters telling us with their words and videos [the first televised war] about some other-worldly place, a strange and exotic land where people wore conical hats and ran from our napalm with kids in tow, forever stuck as pawns in a disgusting game between international power brokers in which neither they nor their government really had any control. Seeing the burning grass huts, the tropical delta, and the palm trees, with foliage greener than anything I had ever experienced growing up in rural New England, my 9- or 10-year old mind had always repeated to itself; "I have GOT to check that place out some day".

In the years following my divorce, along with the tedium of taking the little ones to soccer practice, taking Mom shopping and to family get-togethers, dealing with the Ex-wife and eventually ending up in bankruptcy court [quite common for divorced dads so I am told], my dream of actually going to that bizarre place I had always imagined in my youth actually started germinating in my mind. But it may as well have been the moon for all the likelihood I stood of actually going to Indochina; 10,000 miles or 10 million miles away from New England, what difference does it make when a person has very little extra funds and even less time off from work to actually make going to such a place a reality?

But I was determined, saved my pennies for well over a year, and worked as much as I could; 55 hour weeks were not uncommon as I volunteered for any and all available overtime, weekends included, and put aside all I could to make my dream come true. And so it came to pass that in the week following Christmas of 1998 I had somehow saved enough to do it, and with airplane ticket and a shiny, never-used passport in hand, I found myself boarding an airplane bound for Ho Chi Minh City, or better known to me as Saigon. I was only allowed 3 weeks vacation time, with 3 or 4 days of that strictly for travel to and from, and I wanted to see the battlefields of the Mekong Delta and tour that whole area by motorcycle, something I always loved doing back home on those rural country roads since I was a youngster. I also had a plan to break off from there for a few days, maybe even a week or so, to check out another country nearby which had recently come to my attention as a place I may want to visit as well; Thailand. What I saw and did there in that short time span would change my life forever.

[Jimslim]

This should be good ......

From a time when this whole scene was only blossoming and still pretty unique certainly from internet exposure .

I very much doubt anyone could start out today in the same situation with a similar story to tell .

Look forward to it JaiDee

[JaiDee]

Thanks Jim, and you are likely correct; trying to do what will be told in this story would be virtually impossible right now; paysites hardly have any customers these days as there is so much free stuff out there on the 'net, combined with bad credit and a hit-to-join ratio of about 2000:1 means it is extremely hard to make a buck anymore.

But at this time, as chapter 4 or 5 will reveal, there was literally only ONE place you could view these amazing creatures back in 1998-1999, so it was a bit easier; but still quite a challenge.

Chapter 2 below.....

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It would be a lie to say that I had some type of fascination or obsession with Thailand before I actually went there, and I certainly had never even given the word"ladyboy" a moments thought, nor do I believe I had even heard it one time before my holiday there; I actually didn't even consider myself a 'sex tourist', yet, and as mentioned in the first chapter, I actually ended up in Thailand as more of a side trip from my real goal of seeing Vietnam, a place of fantasy which occupied my dreams and my thinking for many years prior to 1998. And I wasn't disappointed one bit; tourism was just starting to really open up in 'Nam by 1998, as years of communist control and closed borders had started to open to foreigners and where I found myself completely intoxicated by the scenery, exotic food choices, the smells and the super-friendly people of that lovely, amazing country.

I had a good friend from my home town who was now living in Florida, a single guy I had known since we were tots, and while he didn't care to see Vietnam he DID have an interest in seeing Thailand, so we agreed to meet in Bangkok in early 1999 after my 2-week tour of the delta and Saigon was completed. Arriving in the city back then was similar to what it would be today, only less crowded and not quite as touristy; Thailand had just seen a sharp rise followed by a subsequent crash in their construction market and their currency, and half-built, abandoned skyscrapers and highway projects with roads to nowhere were not an uncommon sight. Sukhimvit road was completely different from what it is today 13 years later, and yet my friend and I had somehow heard through the grapevine [and from his trolling on the internet, still relatively uncommon to the masses at that time], that it was the place we should be; we booked a room at the end of soi 8 and so started our journey into one of the strangest and most fun-filled cities in the world.

2 guys from the New England countryside, who had barely ever seen Asian people and had never imagined such a chaotic place, were instantly swept up in the euphoria and the nightlife and the bar scene of the Thai capitol. Saigon was similar, actually even more intense traffic-wise, but Bangkok was entirely different in the sense that the authorities were much more open-minded and accepting of fun, or as they called it "Sanook". Bars open till all hours, girls at your beck and call 24 hours a day, late-night food stalls, intoxicating smells,tastes and sounds seemingly oozing out of every pore of the city; whereas Saigon was certainly interesting in its own way, it was boring after-hours while Bangkok was just plain FUN and we dove right in.

We had heard of a place called Thermea, an after-hours bar around soi 15, and that is where I scored my first Thai lady ever; cute, probably around 21 or so, she was extremely affectionate and treated me like a boyfriend of 2 or 3 years after just 2 or 3 hours, and right away I was hooked. My friend was as well, and as we set off for Pattaya a few days later we had already each had 3 or 4 ladies and had visited a few of the local massage parlors, where getting a soapy massage was great fun and cost less than 20 US dollars; heaven! You guys who still enjoy Bangkok, and I would count myself amongst you, know exactly what I am talking about, although I had yet to discover the joys of the Ladyboys.

In Pattaya we found more of the same, but at a fraction of the excitement level which could be found in BKK at that time. It was MUCH smaller than it is now, but same as today, it was the 2nd city of Thailand fun hotspots, and we couldn't wait to get right into it. On our first night there, I took home a girl from Walking street, a sexy lady who gave me what was probably the best sex of my life up to that point. And yet, even as I walked away from the beer bar with my date, I had seen a few regulars chuckling under their breath and looking in my direction, as if they knew something that I didn't. Upon our return a couple hours later, these battle-hardened ol' farangs told me exactly what I had just done; and while I was shocked, dismayed, and even a little sickened, a small part of me couldn't help but also be intrigued and fascinated at what had just taken place.

[deepthroat]

Fantastic stuff so far JaiDee. Of course this reminds me of the legendary "Story of Greed, Attempted Extortion... And Ladyboys" in that I have a feeling I'll be checking the internet machine every night first thing after work for the latest installment. Don't worry about length - the longer the better with your stories.

I'd request also that this thread not be shared with or linked to any other forums. If people want to read it they can simply find it right here

Of course I'll honor your request but what about mentioning or sharing "teasers" on other sites to (hopefully) bring a few new eyeballs to our little corner of the 'net?

Looking forward to the next thrilling installment. Same Bat Time, same Bat Channel.

[JaiDee]

Of course I'll honor your request but what about mentioning or sharing "teasers" on other sites to (hopefully) bring a few new eyeballs to our little corner of the 'net?

yes, by all means DT, and as always I'd also like to encourage new people to come to P. Dogg's board by whatever means possible; PM's, e-mails, phone, texts, in-person meets in Pattaya or BKK, etc....great!

But I'd like to discourage direct links on other forums, please, unless you can get the Mods to lock the thread from the start. With the extortion story I got into a minor dust-up with some clown on another message board, who had read one little sentence completely wrong and spent the next week giving me the what-for up there. Not needed or appreciated one bit, and if people want to give me crap for anything I post they can do it right here and I will respond accordingly.

Also keep in mind some things will have have to be left out for discretion purposes; only vague financial information, some names may be changed or modified, etc.....but you will still get a pretty good rundown on what it was like to start a ladyboy website back when there was literally only one other site; now there are probably 30 or so.

Installment 3 coming tonight, IE; Girls in Pattaya are not always what they seem to be!

[JaiDee]

OK, so if anyone reading here had guessed that I had been duped by a Post-op TS into believing she was a real lady, you deserve to come on down and collect your prize! Seems impossible now, 13 years later, but keep in mind that at the time I was a VERY green rookie and Pattaya was all new to me; I didn't know a pre-op from a post-op from a real lady, everything there is all kind of just a blur of sights and sounds when you first see it. In retrospect, I should have known *something* was up while we were screwing; as I said, she was one of the better lays I had ever had, a real wild cat who wanted me to "fuck me harder" and who was aggressive and certainly not very passive; basically because she was a man without a cock.

The old codgers at the bar, which, believe it or not was the Jenny Star Bar but named something different at the time, had a good chuckle at my expense, and since my buddy had stayed there drinking with them while I took this "girl" to a short-time room, he was in on the good-natured ribbing upon my return as well. I felt nauseated after I had learned, and yet even as I was at once disgusted and felt sickly, there was no doubting that she was an unbelievable screw and looked as good if not better than anyone else on the street. I remember the next morning when my friends 'cycle wouldn't start and he was bitching about it, and I said to him; "stop your whining, at least you didn't sleep with a man last night". I was over it by then and could laugh about it, we both had another good chuckle at my expense and it was agreed between us that I had made a mistake and that it wouldn't get back to our friends back in the northeast, and by this point even I had come to accept it.

The trip just about over by now, I had to return to Saigon to get my flight home, while he flew directly from BKK to Miami. Having a 21-hour trip ahead of me, my mind started wandering to what I had just seen and done in the previous 3 weeks, and sleep and relaxation were not even part of the equation. We have ALL been there, anyone who has been to Thailand and had their lives changed forever by just one visit, and all the way home I was thinking about what I had just seen and done; and about....... that post-op ladyboy. My mind was racing; was that really a boy once? The old warhorses at the bar couldn't have been wrong, they knew the scene very well, and even the postie didn't deny it when I confronted her, just kind of blowing me off in a "mai pen rai" kind of fashion. 21 hours is a long time to dwell on such things, and by the time I got back to my small, crappy 2-bedroom apartment in the far suburbs of Boston the first thing I had to do was get on my computer to check this shit out.

I had just bought my first P.C. that previous year, during 1998; my brother had turned me on to his, and before that I was a complete luddite who figured I would never even need one [kind of funny to realize where I would be right now if I never took the plunge]. I had gotten one on installments, 50 bucks a month for 2 years, and despite the fact it only had a 1.5gb hard drive and the ugliest, heaviest monitor ever made it was state-of-the-art for the time and most importantly it could access the internet. AOL was painfully slow at the time, with about 50% of your attempts going nowhere and the other 50% getting through, with that God-awful dial-up sound and the spinning hour glass there to torment you as you waited 5 or 10 minutes for some type of a connection. Once I got on I started a little research; there was no google back then, but we had alta vista and yahoo and AOL, and soon enough I had found what I was looking for; information on ladyboys. Still a little-known phenomena at the time, they were nonetheless a well known sub-niche of Thai society who had seemed to gain acceptance in their country, even while the rest of the world still would have found their very existence to be quite bizarre.

I remember seeing the occasional "chick with dicks" in mens magazines during my teens and my 20's, Hustler and Nugget would show one now and then for their shock value, but it was never more than a curiosity and the type of thing which made me revile in horror whenever I had seen one; now, after sleeping with one who had gone all the way, I was somehow drawn to the whole thing and in my typical style had to research this more and more to see what the real deal was. Although slow, the internet did not let me down, and I distinctly remember many nights in that small shithole apartment back in February and March of 1999, searching the web for more and more information, oftentimes staying up until 3 or 4am like a drug user needing his next fix, despite the fact I had to work that very same day at 8.

Now it was my turn to start thinking like the rookies do now, and like EVERY single one of us has since we first discovered Thailand; how the hell do I get back to that place as soon as humanly possible? It's not just a want or a desire, it's an absolute affliction, an obsession with getting back to the country which doesn't leave your mind all day, every day while you are back in the mundane working world which you inhabit when you are away from paradise. The next chapter will get into that in a bit more detail as my one-track mind kept researching, planning, scheming and saving to get my ass back to the place we would all later call "The Land of Smiles".

[pdogg]

Yet another gripping tale!!

Thanks for posting it on LBR JD!

[JaiDee]

Thanks for posting it on LBR JD!

No problems, P.D. ......to my mind this website is the way the LB Forums used to be 4 or 5 years ago when they were still really good. I'm also thankful to have a home where I am actually welcome to give my honest opinions on matters and to tell my long-winded stories as well LOL

2 new installments coming tonight, one short and one long........

[JaiDee]

In terms of this ongoing story, the rest of 1999 wouldn't hold much

fascination for the masses, so I will try and breeze right through

it.Essentially, I had the Thailand Bug big-time by now and needed to

do whatever I could to get back there asap. I had a good job/career

at a national distribution and logistics company, and after 15 years

in I had worked my way up to a mid-level manager position which paid

pretty well and had paid benefits, as well as 5 weeks a year for

holidays. I had taken 3 around the new year, and I had 2 left in July

to spend with the kiddos at our favorite lake up north. I usually had

about 20 people below me, and seemingly just as many above me; but

only one of these guys really mattered, a very cool and mild-mannered

guy about my age named Alan.

I had become addicted to the internet by now, March-April

of 1999, still am actually. It's a great tool where I could find not

only information on Southeast Asia, Thailand and the ladyboys who

lived there, but also information about sports, news, politics,

etc.......I was definitely hooked and since I didn't care much for TV

I was on it quite a bit, planning my next trip which would be coming

again as the new year entered into the millennium. It was a daunting

task; saving was not easy, planning was difficult due to my lifelong

problem with indecision, and I needed much more time than just 3 weeks

to see and do all I had on my plate. This was where Alan came in. He

liked me a lot because my crew worked really well and I made him look

good in the never-ending reports he had to turn in to the bosses 2 or

3 levels up from him, and because I needed the coin for travel I was

always willing to work as much as he would allow. I essentially made

it clear to him that I would be his bitch and would accept as many

hours as possible that he could give me.

My start time was moved back to 7am from 8am, and I never finished

before 6pm, sometimes much later; the checks were huge and I was able

to sock away some good cash to plan for my upcoming Asian trip. More

importantly, I now had a slight level of blackmail with ol' Alan,

something I could use as an ace up my sleeve. He literally needed me

by now, and whenever he'd ask me to work a little later that night, or

"how about coming in on saturday and doing these reports for me", I

would remind him that 3 weeks was just not enough to go backpacking in

Asia in January; so how about 4 weeks, with one unpaid? Ok,

Ok......later on; how about 5, with 2 unpaid? Harder to agree to, but

eventually he caved because he needed my sweat and my time to make his

own life easier. Believe it or not, by September of that year I had

worked him up to a 50/50 split; I'd take SIX weeks off, with 3 paid

and 3 as V.L.A. weeks, a voluntary leave of absence. Now the planning

could begin in earnest.

I wasn't finished with Vietnam yet, and I also had a fascination

with Cambodia; I had seen "The Killing Fields" numerous time and had

read up extensively on the Khmer Rouge and their insane attempt to

turn back the clock to Year Zero and start an agrarian Maoist society

from start, killing and working to death about 25% of their own

population along the way. Another place I simply HAD to see for

myself......bear in mind I had no idea or desire to start a ladyboy

website by this time, I just wanted to hit the road with a backpack

and see some cool places which had always held me in their grasp. 2

weeks in each of those places would still allow me 2 weeks in Thailand

at the end, and there I would return to Pattaya and my new interest in

ladyboys which I had been researching to death by now. I had it all

planned out, I got a good price on my airfare, and I had enough saved

to live a decent if cheap-minded 6 weeks on the road. As Christmas

came and went in late 1999 I found myself heading back to Asia, and I

could barely contain my excitement.

[JaiDee]

Again, to try and move the story along to where a ladyboy website was eventually developed a year and a half later, I will try and cruise through the year 2000, although it is worth mentioning a bit. Landing in Saigon just 2 days before the Millennium, I was comfortably ensconced in a cheap room in the backpacker ghetto and watched the New Year ring in there with 2 million Saigonese, then got a good nights sleep and watched the ball drop in Times Square on CNN 12 hours later; yet another special treat about being in that part of the world, you can see the New Year come in twice! The world did not blow up as some had predicted, our computers all worked fine, and I set off a day

or 2 later on a rented motorcycle back towards the Mekong Delta. Such a lovely place, so green and lush, except this time I had a lot more time so I could go slower, see battlefields like Ap Bac {made famous in the Neil Sheehan book "A bright shining lie"} and Chau Doc, stay in the delta capitol Can Tho for a while and I even went as far as Pho Quoc Island, where I stayed in the home of a girl I had met the year

before.

Duy Linh was a "nice girl" in Vietnam; 99.99% of the female population are essentially like this, the other small percentage being prostitutes, and we had met in '99 when I bought a few snacks from her parents' roadside stand in Ha Tien on the mainland. We stayed in touch that year by regular mail, and she was excited to bring me back to her family home on Phu Quoc island to stay for a while. Courting a girl like this would take years, not days, and I didn't have the patience nor the time. She would later propose to me, basically wanting the chance to come and live in America, and while being flattered and smitten with the beautiful 23-year old, I smartly declined which was much better for the both of us. I returned to Saigon after 2 weeks on the road, fully energized and ready to see a whole new country.

Cambodia was amazing, as expected. Phnom Penh had been emptied out by the seriously-crazy Khmer Rouge just 25 years earlier, and as I rolled along Monivong Blvd the news reports and images of that city came flashing back into my mind; essentially nothing had changed, save for the fact that people were actually occupying the houses and shops once again. I won't lie; by this part of the trip I had definitely become a "sex tourist" as well, screwing several Viet hookers in Can Tho in Vietnam, English non-existent, and making my way to the infamous rows of whorehouses and brothels of Phnom Penh once I had arrived there. If you get the chance, pick up an easy read

called "Off the rails in Phnom Penh", which describes this era perfectly; it was essentially the wild west there in 2000, no laws to really speak of, and along with my daily visits to places like Museums, Tuol Slang prison and The Killing fields monument I would also hit the brothels at sunset for some fun. I felt so alive there, my historical curiosity being satisfied along with my desire to have sex with as many girls as possible; in that city, at that time, you could do both with ease. I then took the boat up to Angkor Wat for a week, touring the whole area by motorcycle and foot, and the memories of that whole visit to one of the trippiest countries in the world is still fresh in my mind. I have been back to Cambodia perhaps a dozen times since then, but the first trip always holds the best memories.

Time to go back to Thailand! Always being a loner at heart, I had no trouble setting up an itinerary which would take me for a few days in Bangkok, a few in Pattaya and a week in Phuket; I loved the sun and beaches and since it was 20{F} degrees or less back home it felt extremely good to be in a place which was 92 and sunny every day, even in early February. And yes, Ladyboys! Since I had been with only ladies in Cambo and 'Nam, I would now be able to try out my new obsession in Thailand, and I didn't hold back; one or more per day in Pattaya, and then actually staying with one ladyboy in Phuket for 3 or 4 days, getting what we all would later come to know as "the girlfriend experience". I was full into these gorgeous creatures by now, and had no intention of going back to the postie-style I had accidentally screwed the year before, I wanted the ones with the handle! And as we all know, they are not hard to find. After 12 days traveling around, I had 2 or 3 left in Bangkok, and this is where my life would start to change forever just before I flew back to the states for another 10 months.

Walking alone on Sukhimvit Road one night, down by soi 5, I was propositioned by not one, but TWO pretty, young ladyboys. One was named Pun, from Laos, and the other was named June from Khon Kean in Issan. They were cute and wanted to do a threesome, but by this time I was seriously out of cash and made it clear to them that I just couldn't afford it. "No proplem, we go with you for free na ka". Hmmmmm, too good to be true I figured, but after 15 minutes of cajoling and "you so handsome" and other B.S. lines from their end, we ended up back in my crappy backpacker room on soi 3 {12 years later completely overrun with Arabs} where they indeed kept their word; a

great threesome for no charge. Afterwards, I got some snacks for us all and June and I cozied up under the covers and watched the tube and kind of went at it again; I liked her and she seemingly liked me and it felt good to get the attention and they didn't leave until the sun had come up.

The next night was my departure night, my flight leaving at 6am from the old Don Muang airport, so of course I figured I would go out and have one last fling before flying off. I had no cell phone, no way to stay in touch with anyone I was meeting on this trip, but it was irrelevant as I saw who and what I wanted right around the same place on soi 5; the sexy and beautiful June from the night before. Pun was with her but quickly bugged off after some terse words from June, so she and I went to my room alone and stayed in each others arms from about 10pm until I had to get my taxi at 4am. Tears flowed from her side, and even I felt a sense of sadness as I was leaving

this girl, who had given me 2 of the best nights of my life. She had explained to me that she wasn't really a prostitute, had just turned 18, and had only been "walking around" Sukhimvit for 2 months by that time, because she had moved down from Issan and was extremely poor; she didn't want to sleep with multiple guys, and wanted a "boyfriend" from the west. Again, still being green and new to all this, it sounded completely plausible and I believed her, and after getting my shit together we exchanged e-mail addresses and I got her home number, with a promise to stay in touch when I got home. It was time to go to the airport, and tears again flowed from her end, and she kept telling me how she wanted me to be her man and to come back as soon as possible, etc.....

The flight was once again a 21-hour ride filled with the memories of 3 seriously bizarre, lovely countries, completely different than anything I was used to growing up in the rural environs of northern New England. I couldn't get the place off my mind, couldn't relax, and now I had one more thing to occupy my brain, which was soon living rent-free in my mind almost 24/7; the lovely June, and how the hell could I get back to see her as soon as possible?

[bumblebee]

Cambodia was amazing, as expected. Phnom Penh had been emptied out by the seriously-crazy Khmer Rouge just 25 years earlier, and as I rolled along Monivong Blvd the news reports and images of that city came flashing back into my mind; essentially nothing had changed, save for the fact that people were actually occupying the houses and shops once again.

I am with on this JaiDee. I was very conscious of this also while I was there. Heading home along dimly lit, quiet streets, I could easily imagine nobody behind those walls, doors and windows, like it was during those terrible 4 years in the late 70s. Really enjoying this tale, thanks for putting it together.

[etgohm]

JaiDee, l love your story so far. Needless to say many of us here have had the same mindset when we started out on our Thai adventures. It is a drug and no sooner are you home that you are already thinking no planning the next trip.

I have to admit my journey although different had a lot of similarities. They just grow on you, but how does this end? Twice a year until time takes its toll or finally throw in the towel and make the move?

Keep it comming, it was a pleasure to spend some time with you.

Cheers,

ET

[JaiDee]

I have to admit my journey although different had a lot of similarities. They just grow on you, but how does this end? Twice a year until time takes its toll or finally throw in the towel and make the move?

The way this all ends, for me anyway, will be told over the next few installments, and sorry for such a long lead-in but it kind of makes the rest of the story all makes sense.

I wouldn't allow my obsession with this strange and bizarre place just pass, and staying and working in the USA full-time with just 3 or 4 weeks off per year just wasn't an option once I got "the affliction". Same as many people decide to teach or find some other job working in Thailand, I racked my brain thinking of some way I could do the same, but while maintaining a place in both countries. The next few chapters will get into that in a lot more detail as the story moves along now.

I enjoyed meeting you also, and in fact ALL of the people I have met these past few weeks have been a pleasure; it had been a while since I had met so many similar-minded westerners and it feels good to have that interaction again.

[JaiDee]

An idea begins to hatch.......

We all know the feeling, every single one of us who read message

boards like this one. We meet a girl in Thailand, fall for her, and

want - nay, NEED - to get back to her as soon as humanly possible.

Well, I was like that with June, and soon she was occupying my

thoughts day and night, and weekly phone calls and daily e-mails were

the norm, despite the fact she had to go to an internet cafe to read

my missives and I couldn't afford to send her anything in the way of

money. She never asked for it either, and told me she was not "walking

around" anymore, and wanted to be my full-time girlfriend; I wanted

that too. But I was now about 8000 miles away, and most likely

couldn't get any more time off to go back to Thailand until January of

2001; that was a long ways off in early March of 2000, and just

wouldn't do.

This is where my buddy Alan at work came in handy again. I already

had 2 weeks set aside in July per usual to take the little ones

fishing and swimming up in cottage country, but could I somehow

finagle another 2 weeks before that, in May? Of course I didn't tell

him why, and in fact I didn't even let my family or friends know; they

would have thought I was crazy dropping another 2 grand I didn't even

have to fly all the way to Bangkok just 3 months after leaving there,

but I was on a mission and couldn't be convinced otherwise. Alan

relented as usual, the old softie that he was, and indeed if I was

prepared to work the 12-hour days and weekends required to take

another 2 weeks of voluntary leave without pay, I could do it; I was

heading back.

May couldn't come quickly enough, and with the proper lies set

in place to my Ex and my family {all told I was doing a work exchange

with another manager in Florida for 2 weeks}, I was on my way back to

the Kingdom. This whole period would be spent with my new

"girlfriend", the lovely June, and I would even stay in the small,

crappy box-like tin home she shared with her sister and her 2 kids in

Din Deang. Our meeting up once again was filled with joy, and again I

am sure anyone reading this far have all been there; these girls have

a way of hooking us in and making us feel great, and this

now-blossoming relationship was no different to a guy from America who

had never really been in love with anyone with this degree of passion

up to that point. Our reunion was great, as we toured temples and

museums in Bangkok, rode boats on the Chao Praya, ate fantastic food

at roadside stalls, and basically enjoyed each others company. She

couldn't work while she was with me, and I was supporting her daily

needs anyway, so I really had believed she was out of the hooker

business; again, remember how green I still was at this time, on only

my 3rd trip to Bangkok.

The last 5 days of this short 12-day stay would be spent at

a hotel off lower Sukhimvit soi 1 called the Golden Palace, which I

believe is still there, walking distance to the back entrance of

Bumrungrad hospital. It was a craphole at only 500B per night, but it

had a swimming pool and A/C, both a welcome relief from the sweltering

tin shack which she called home with her sister and the 2 cute little

runts. Once there, I put my camera to good use, taking some clothed

but also some very risque, naked photos of my new obsession. We also

had gotten some lingerie from the street stalls, just some sexy

underthings and stockings, and the photos were pretty erotic, with

many of them showing her fully erect cock and small, budding hormone

breasts. I took about 50 or 60 all told, something I could take back

to the states after I left this gorgeous creature to view at my

leisure so she would never be far from my thoughts. Keep in mind this

was before digital photography was en vogue, so they would be on paper

taken with a crappy 35mm camera but certainly better than nothing.

The 12 days now up, we had fully cemented our relationship, and

the goodbye's were rough. But I had a life and a job back in the

states and seriously had to go. With a promise of "see you in

January", I flew off back to America, once again to lead my normal,

dreary work-a-day lifestyle. But now I had something to hold me over

until my next trip; those 60 erotic photos of June, which I had

developed at a local C.V.S. [probably a good thing the cops weren't

notified; I am sure the old ladies in image processing had never seen

anything like THAT pass through their machines before!]. I would keep

them in my desk drawer where my P.C. was set up and would take them

out whenever we would talk on the phone or whenever I wanted

to.....well, you know.

By now it was July and August of 2000, and I was still searching

the internet for images, information, pertinent material and stories

about these ladyboys. Was I the only one so fascinated? Were the

people just like me, fully crazy enough to fly to the other side of

the world just to meet with one? There was literally only one place at

that time to find out, and it was a pay website called

Ladyboy-Ladyboy.com. Founded in 1998, it's still going strong 14

years later, and was at the time THE only place to go to view these

beautiful ladies nude. There were some generic Shemale websites, but

only one for Asian Ladyboys, and with most of their models being from

Thailand. Reluctant to join, I didn't even have any credit cards,

something I will explain later, but I found a way to send in cash via

money order or a 900-number, and by August of 2000 I was a member.

They even had a small forum inside, similar to this one and the first

of its kind on the web, where like-minded people could chat about

their experiences and share their thoughts about these lovely girls; I

wasn't alone! I didn't post much, I guess I would be called a lurker

today, but I read other people's stories and realized that we had a

small club of people who would be willing to travel thousands of miles

to meet with these people; I was simply amazed.

But the real interest for me was the photo galleries,

they had no videos at that time. Girls from Bangkok, Pattaya and

Phuket in various modes of undress, some wearing sexy outfits and most

jacking off on camera, with a couple or 3 new girls added every week.

It was excellent, and I was lucky enough to view the first-ever

ladyboys shown for public consumption. But then, something finally hit

me; the 60 photos I had in my desk drawer of June, especially the ones

in fancy lingerie and black stockings; weren't they basically the

exact same thing on my computer screen? The photos I was now relieving

myself to on Ladyboy-Ladyboy; were the photos of June not the exact

same style of photos I had been relieving myself to for months before

even joining up? Yes, indeed they were, and my mind started to race

per usual.

I checked once again on the Join page; I can't be sure, but I think

they were charging 19.99 for a one-month membership. I kept looking

at June's photos, now literally in my left hand side-by-side with the

images from the website on my P.C. monitor, and finally came to

realize something; if I could multiply what I was holding in my hand,

then find a way to put them on this complicated -yet -accessible thing

called the Internet, couldn't *I* also charge 20 bucks a month? It

seemed so far-fetched, so unrealistic for a guy who lived a world away

and held a full-time job, but the guy who started that website

probably faced the same challenge 2 years earlier and had done it; who

was to say I couldn't pull off the same thing?

More sleepless nights lay ahead, staying awake until all hours

looking at the website, looking again at June's photos, looking for

ANYTHING that would make me either forget this crazy notion I had in

my mind or make me jump in with both feet. The final decision wouldn't

be made until December of 2000, just weeks away from my return to the

Kingdom, and as I have said already many times in this story, what I

eventually decided to do changed my life forever.

[JaiDee]

The plan starts to come together now.......

Summer and fall of 2000 were like a blur to me. Still working ridiculous hours to make up the cash required to take these various trips, I had also come to the conclusion that I simply HAD to live in Thailand, at least part-time. But being a somewhat responsible father, for the most part a good dad to my boy and my girl who never missed a game or a recital whenever humanly possible, I would never simply abandon them and move away forever. For one thing I genuinely loved them, and for another it just wasn't my style, as the words Deadbeat Dad were about the lowest of the low in my world; I was also raised Irish Catholic and that was just something a person would never do, the guilt would make life virtually unbearable. So I had to find a way to maintain TWO residences, a place in Bangkok while somehow keeping my apartment in New England; not an easy task by any means.

To do this I would need a source of income over and above the decent pay I was getting from the company; I was paid well, but not THAT well, and in any case if I was to live in Bangkok for part of the year I would have to find a whole new career anyway. The answer, as mentioned in the last installment, was staring me right in the face. June looked exactly like the photos on the Ladyboy website I had joined, and I realized that if I could somehow work with a lot of models myself and load them up to the internet somehow, I may just have my ticket to living a trans-continental lifestyle. Seriously, my plan at this point had maybe a 10% chance of working; I wasn't a webmaster so I would have to hire that part out as my internet skills were limited to pretty much e-mail and Yahoo searches. I had tried making a few Microsoft Frontpage sites just for practice but I sucked at it; I would have to bring someone in as a partner to do that technical work if my seemingly far-fetched plan were to succeed at all.

I really didn't have any skills with a camera either; like everyone else I could point and shoot, but I didn't know anything about exposure settings, lighting, shutter speeds, etc.....I was a blatant amateur at what would ultimately be the most important aspect of this potential new career, but on the other hand I was generally a fast learner. I contacted the guys at Ladyboy-Ladyboy about a photography position for them, and while the owner [who would eventually become a friend, more on him later] was polite and courteous with me in his reply, he had no use for a guy with admittedly little-to-none photography experience who had to spend 48 weeks a year in the USA. I'd have to do all this on my own.

Even to this day I remember driving around the back roads of New England for my work in the fall of 2000, checking up on my crew while racking up tons of miles on the company vehicles, the mesmerizing images of colorful fall foliage blinding my eyes, the radio turned off and just thinking, thinking, thinking all the time about this potential plan. Was I crazy for even considering it? Could I pull it off at all? And did I really want to spend my upcoming month-long trek back to Thailand in January working, literally running around day and night taking photos of Ladyboys - or would I prefer to just go back to laying around, fucking off, getting a tan and having sex with them? That would certainly be the easier, more fun way to spend my holiday, but on the other hand once I got back I would be stuck right back in my dreary work-a-day lifestyle, miserable and missing my new favorite country; starting my own website was a way to potentially get away from that scenario, but it seemed like a million to one shot at the time.

Around this time I made a call to Bangkok which would help me make my decision. June had told me she was now a "good girl" and working a normal job, just waiting for me to come back in January. I knew what time was best to call her, 12 hours behind Bangkok time, but in this one instance I called at an off hour when she would not have been expecting it. This was still a bit before everyone had the now-ubiquitous cell phones, so I called her land line and her brother-in-law answered, a guy I had never spoken to, the usually-absent father to her sister's 2 little kids. I asked for June and was told "no, June not here; she out walking around Sukhimvit Road" -something her sister never would have told me in a million years. Needless to say, I was crushed. I loved this young ladyboy, and she had said she loved me; so what was she doing still working as a hooker? I wasn't sending any cash as I simply could not afford it, but still.....a prostitute? As my girlfriend? That simply would not fly, and the next time we chatted I made it clear that we were finished and I never wanted to see her again. Tears and "Im so sorry's" came from her end, but to no avail; I had been tricked and lied to and there was no second chance in my mind.

The next move I was to make sealed the deal for good. I had reached out to the owner/webmaster/photographer for a little-known pay website run out of Boston called ModelTS.com, now defunct. Run by a classy, amazingly good-natured and fun guy named Jon, he lived in the Theatre district with his sexy Latina TS girlfriend Vicky, who was the main model for his website. They also ran a website called URNotalone.com, and still do to this day; if you look at the site even now you can see them both on the tour; it's a place for cross-dressers and their admirers to hook up, and it has thousands and thousands of members. I asked Jon if he would be willing to meet with me for a chat if I bought him a beer or 2, and in his usual friendly way he invited me down to the only TS club in Boston, called Jacques, a small cabaret/bar and an institution since the 1960's for the gay crowd in the city. We set up a meet for a friday night and I drove the 40 minutes from my apartment, still unsure if what I was considering was even remotely possible at all.

When we met I told him my idea, that I traveled to Asia quite often, and that I wanted to make a website like his or similar to Ladyboy-Ladyboy, and in his honest opinion, was this something I could even pull off with my limited camera skills and non-existent tech capabilities? In his friendly and amicable style, and he is seriously one of the best people I have ever met and we are still good friends to this day, he right away said "why not?" He told me that all I really needed was a decent camera and that all the technical and server stuff could be farmed out to other people. He was a qualified engineer and webmaster himself, but he said my lack of experience should not be a deterrent to my idea. The meeting went even better than I had imagined, and as I was driving back out to the suburbs on that Friday night in late November of 2000 my decision was now made; I would go for it, small chance of success be damned, and I would start my plan of action in a mere 5 weeks once I hit the ground in Thailand.

Soon it was just after Christmas of 2000 and I was heading back, with just a camera and a dream.

[azza33]

Enjoying the read.. cheers

[bumblebee]

They even had a small forum inside, similar to this one and the first

of its kind on the web, where like-minded people could chat about

their experiences and share their thoughts about these lovely girls; I

wasn't alone! I didn't post much, I guess I would be called a lurker

today, but I read other people's stories and realized that we had a

small club of people who would be willing to travel thousands of miles

to meet with these people; I was simply amazed.

I think most of us can relate to this sentiment. The wonderful realisation that "I am not the only one" and feeling a sense of brotherhood with guys from all walks of life and nationalities. Again all I can say is this is a great read Jaidee and shows how a determined guy can make things happen and live the dream.

[Patrick]

Just to echo what others have already said, a fantastic read Jai Dee, your story is unique, but so many similarities for us all.

As BB said above that realisation that we are not alone, is a great thing, even better when we later meet so many good "same same" guys in the flesh.

I'm really looking forward to each new installment.

[JaiDee]

All comments are appreciated lads, and I am trying my best to promptly update this story as well as the extortion one but I am having a very hard time with connection issues at the moment, not really sure why.

The 2 stories kind of go hand-in-hand, the extortion one coming along 5 years after this whole dream and once I had started getting complacent; big mistake which a handful of retards tried to exploit. Newest installment for this story below;

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Truth be told, the camera was nothing special; probably an Olympus or Sony point-and-shoot model, decent for the time but certainly nothing to write home about. It was 35mm and had regular print film, the kind you needed to have developed at a photo shop or a drug store afterward. I carried that and about 20 rolls of film with me, along with a few change of clothes in my backpack, along with as much cash as I could scrape together; it wasn't much, but if I watched my budget I should be able to work with 30 or so models over 25 days.

I landed just after New Years of 2001 with just under 4 weeks to burn, and skipped Bangkok all-together. Already realizing the importance of exclusivity, I would avoid the 2 cities where Ladyboy-Ladyboy went for their models, Pattaya and Bangkok, and would head down to Phuket; why work with models who were already on the internet? New faces would sell much better, and despite the fact I literally didn't know anyone there I would settle into Patong Beach for the duration and get right to work. Finding models back then, probably same as now although I can't say for sure because I left the business years ago, was as easy as walking down the main street, Soi Bangla. I would approach some ladyboys, ask them if they wanted to do some photos, and would take them back to my room; 3 out of every 4 girls would generally say yes and before I knew it I was working every day with a new model or 2.

I basically did the same thing I had done with June 8 months earlier; dress the girls up in some cheap lingerie I found at the street stalls, shoot about 20 pictures clothed and 40 nude, and would have them jack off to completion at the end. To say the quality of the photos was poor would be a vast understatement; shot in a dark, cheap hotel room in the gay village of Patong Beach, they looked like hell but there was one bright side; I had so many of them. Content is king in the business, and quantity was much more important than quality at that time. Working with 30 or more models would be the bedrock of starting a site, quality be damned, so that was the sole focus. Somewhat of a working vacation, I was able to take some time off at the beach now and again, but for the most part I was either

working on photo shoots or finding new models, eating and sleeping, and of course having sex with as many of the models as possible, a definite fringe benefit of the job. But there was little time for rest, I was constantly busy and by the time I was heading back to the states I had 35 girls on film, their canisters mailed off in a secure package direct to my house, where they arrived at about the same time as I did; no way I was going through customs, on either end, with all that stuff.

Once home I had 2 jobs to do; my own career work of course, as well as working with the 35 canisters of models I had. I found a place on-line which did relatively cheap photo processing, discreet and secure {read; adult}, and they developed everything for me and sent them back to my house. All told I had close to 2000 photos, and all of the paper variety. I bought a cheap scanner and started scanning them into my computer, literally one at a time; this would be an extremely tedious process. After working my normal 10 or 12 hour day at my real job, I would come home and shower, shovel down some slop, and get right to work on the scanning; it took me more than a month to get them all scanned in. In the meantime, I had put out some feelers on some webmaster message boards, looking for someone who may have the skills to start and maintain an adult website; sure enough, I got a reply within a few days from a local guy named Andy. We met at my apartment and I told him my plan, and showed him my stash; with no investment from his end except his time, I offered him 25% of all net proceeds to work my content into some sort of a viable pay site, and he agreed to that rate and started getting to work.

As expected Andy was less than impressed with the quality of the photos we had to work with. Plain and simply the stuff was garbage, and he kept reminding me that we needed better content to make a decent site which could make any money, and much more of it. This would have been around March of 2001, and once again I had to convince my boss at work that I needed another 2 weeks off in May; by now he and everyone else at my work thought I was a complete lunatic; why the hell does this guy need so much time off, and what the hell is he up to? But I knew I had to do it, 35 girls wouldn't last through January when my next vacation was due, and in any case we needed better much material to mix in with the awful stuff we had at the time. As May approached and I had secured the time off needed to go back to Thailand and get more material, I got extremely lucky; without that very important twist of fate I would still be a 9-to-5'er, there would most likely have been NO website, and I would not be telling this story right now.