The boy had trouble containing his mischievous smile as he watched the people before him. Everyone laughed, danced, sang, kissed, drank. They were having fun. So much fun they lowered their guards. And the more fun and alcohol they had, the better target they became for the cross-dressing boy. I love carnival so much... Thanks to it, I already got so much money, he thought, tapping on the back pocket of his shorts jeans. All I have to do is pretend to be a girl and offer drunk guys a hand job. They never suspect they've paid for it. And way too much! And from another boy! Imagine if they find out? He laughed at the idea. The only downside is that I have to touch so many dicks for this money... If I were gay, this would be paradise... a dick paradise... Oh, well... as long as I clean my hands with alcohol later, I have no problem. But talk about working hard for your money! He laughed a little too loud, attracting the attention of the people around him. But the drunkards laughed too, and never suspected what the cross-dressing boy was thinking. Better change my name for now... I've used the same all morning... I don't want anyone coming after me... Ah, I know! I'll use Lua. The drunk idiots are gonna think it's exotic or some crap like that! Once he decided, his eyes searched the streets. Who am I gonna 'give a hand' next? Lua didn't have to look for long. Before he could choose a victim, a drunk guy approached him from behind. The way I'm dressed, in these shorts jeans and this baby doll shirt, they come like a moth to a flame, Lua thought, smiling in his head. Come to flirt with me and leave with a hand job for an outrageous price! "Hey," the guy said in a sloshed voice. Lua put on the most alluring smile he had. But when he turned to the guy, his game face almost vanished. The man was so drunk whenever he opened his mouth, the alcohol in his breath intoxicated Lua. Even so, Lua held his breath as he looked the tall man from head to toe. Doesn't look like he has much cash, the cross-dressing boy analyzed, the disappointment crossing his face. He took a deep breath, the stench of booze filling his nostrils. Better ditch this guy and find someone with money. "You hot," the drunk guy managed to say between hiccups. Despite his already inebriated state, he took a sip of his beer. He waved back and forth in his place. Just standing seemed too hard for him. "Let's make out... girl..." Lua held his urge to laugh. I'm no girl. The drunken man wasn't the first to propose that Lua. In fact, most of the targets that came to him started a conversation almost in the same way. I wonder what he'd say if he realized the 'cute girl' he's trying to make out with is actually a guy... not that anyone would notice. Let alone someone this drunk. Not when I'm dressed like someone begging for sex. The shorts jeans and the baby doll shirt were enough to make Lua pass as a girl. But he wasn't taking any chances. He also wore a bra with stuffing so that people would think he had a chest. Along with the choker, pink fingerless sleeves, black stockings, makeup, and the pink high heels, no one would suspect that he was a guy.