I became koti seven years ago because my earlier profession of dancing at family functions was not profitable. Many a times, I used to return empty-handed.

I might look like a man but have a heart of a woman. The way a girl feels when she looks at a good looking guy, I feel the same way. Most of us have got a sex change for which we visited a doctor in UP.

Some even get the artificial breast created for which a doctor was called from Delhi at our home. He is paid around R50,000 for the job. It’s very risky and is even prone to cancer but luckily, all the people I know are safe after the surgery. The doctor says that it’s safe so long as the breast is ‘made’ atleast three inches below the neck bone. Kotis take the risk of cancer only because the customers pay the kotis-with-breast much more than the others. Customers pay us a lot extra if we flash it (breast).

I have been a victim of police’s wrath because I failed to hide myself in the shrubs. Junior police officials tell us that we should hide behind shrubs when a senior officer such as a station house officer (SHO) is on patrolling.

Most of the customers are reluctant to use condom but when they force us to have sex without it, we become stern and tell them about running the risk of AIDS and sexually transmitted diseases. I am not happy to be a koti but do it only for money. I plan to be in this business for another 5-10 years.