CASINO
I wandered around, exchanged my limited cash for chips and tried to relax. I felt like a faggot! I saw some guy who was wearing men’s clothes in female fashion just like I was and it made me laugh at the fool. People glanced then ignored me as if I was not worth observing.
So I chose a roulette table, asked for a red wine from the hostess which I chugged and asked for more and tried to relax. It wasn’t easy. I lost the first three rolls, then the wine took effect, I stopped worrying about people staring at me and let impulse flow. I set the chip, my last one, on a number without thinking and won a pile of chips.
I don’t know if women were more intuitive than men or if I was really as psychic as I believed or if that device was changing the way the wheel ran or implanting future numbers into my brain. I only know I won.. a lot. When my cup was full, I left the table and cashed in. $1500 which converted half into a check. Then I left that casino and went to seek more prey, never kill the golden goose and never break the bank or you will be banned from the casino.
The next one had a branch of my bank so I deposited $1k and hit that casino with $500. Then returned to the bank and arranged for that thousand dollars to be deposited to my landlord’s account. I’d want a place to live when I got home. The free drinks kept me buzzed and I left three times to cash in. I knew that Vegas required taxes for .. what? $2k winnings? So I kept my cashings below that limit and left after the third run. I’d eventually have to pay taxes on my deposits but could fudge the rest.
I entered the next and had to pee… too much wine, and entered the man’s room, to meet the stares and comments, “Hey, wrong room! Are you drunk? Fucking dyke! If you want to see a dick, here’s one!”
I just laughed and found the right one. I had forgotten I was a chick. Then I had to learn how to pee without a penis. I dried my legs, emptied my bladder, and stood then thought about it. I found a clothes store in the casino and wandered around, looking at clothes. Then got an idea. I found an attractive woman wearing conservative attire and make-up and approached her to say, “Excuse me, but I find you very attractive and…”
She stared and said in a very cold voice, “I don’t swing that way.” Then turned away.
“No, no! You’ve got me wrong. Yes I think you are beautiful and would like to.,. I’m sorry, the truth is… well as you can see, I don’t have any fashion sense and am tired of people laughing at me. I was, well you have a wonderful sense of fashion and I was hoping that you could find me an outfit that I could wear. Nothing glamerous, but.. well, feminine enough but not too girly.. I’m saying this all wrong.”
“No, I think I know what you want. To look like a woman but not have all the baggage?”
“Something like that. Maybe comb my hair, a dress or slacks and blouse… just enough to stop the looks and laughter?”
She looked me over, I being inches taller than her, murmering, “Flats! Definitely no heels. Hose and skirt? Do you want to show legs?”
I spread my hands, “I am in your hands. But please, low maintenance. I don’t think I’m ready to fix make-up every five minutes.”
She laughed, “Come with me and we’ll check the package.” She took me into a dressing room, grabbing a couple things along the way and said, “Strip and try this!”
When my pants were down she gasped, “Honey! Have you ever shaved?” I shook no. “How long have you been…”
I laughed, “I’ve liked women all my life, feminine women but I’ve never worn a dress or make up and haven’t had long hair since, before the Air Force.” She nodded at that. The Military is a refuge for lesbians… so long as they keep it quiet.
“A haircut would help.”
“I’m not ready for that yet.” I jumped in. When I changed back, I’d have to buzz my hair and wear a wig if I did this again. “Can you comb or brush it? Please?”
“Well, unless you are willing to shave your legs… How much are you willing to spend?”
“I don’t have much, kids in college, but I have to be home tomorrow so time is more important. How much should I have?”
“I’ve never known a lesbian, at least one as nice as you so… We’ll keep it to a minimum. Shave your legs, comb the hair. I’d like to do a bikini wax and those eyebrows but I can see that you are beginning to panic so… Ok, to look like a woman, we need to shave your legs at least. Are you willing to do that or should we focus on pant’s suits?”
“My wi.. wi.. wife was a high maintenance woman. We never got anywhere on time and she left make-up everywhere! Food, dishes, pillowcases. And kissing her left her a mess and made me look .. well.. “
“I understand. We’ll do the pants.”
“Wait!” I jumped in. “If I’m going to do this, I should at least try. A dress. But I don’t know how to wear one.”
“Come with me, we need a few things.” She bought a couple dresses and we headed out of that store for another one.
I followed her but reminded her that I was on a time-frame so we couldn’t spend much time. “Don’t worry, you don’t need glam to look good. But there are some things that a woman must do. Legs being one. Unless you intend to wear man’s clothes for the rest of your life. But being a woman is more than a dress and lipstick, it’s an attitude. Most lesbians, the manly-ones, try to act like a man and fail miserably. Drag Queens get it right. Just listen to your body and let it lead. Here we are.”
She bought a razor, some shaving cream, soap, shampoo, comb and brush and a few other things for a very decent price which she expected me to pay, then asked, “Where are you staying?”
“I just arrived a few hours ago. I didn’t plan to stay this long so never got a room.”
“Ok, we need a room. Nothing fancy, just a bathroom really.”
She took me to a motel off the Strip and I paid for a room she rented. I told her my ID was expired and I had no credit cards, the last being true so she usd her card and I paid cash. Then inside, she had me strip again, shaking her head. “You definitely need a week at a spa. But, we’ll do what we can. Here! Shave the legs.”
“How?” I could shave my face in the dark but had never done my legs.
She laughed, pointed to the bathtub and taught me how to shave. After a very short time she laughed again. “Nikki! (I had told her that was my name) You are doing that like you are pulling weeds. Remember what I said about attitude? Try to think of this as a sensual experience. Feel the caress of the razor upon your skin, leaving in its trail, smooth and beautifully soft skin. Be gentle and allow the blade to glide or you’ll tear your skin off. Be sensual!”
I tried it and actually enjoyed the experience. But I left the bush! No bikini so no need to trim. She then handed me moisturizer and had me massage my entire body, pretending it was my lovers hands. Finally I was done and I admit that I looked nice… at least my skin felt nice. Then she combed and recombed my hair until it approached something she could handle. “I’d really rather do a cut until it grows out.”
“How can it grow if it’s being cut?” I asked.
“You don’t cut it all, you decide what you want to wear and trim a few parts to look good but will still look good as it grows. That’s why we pay so much to look good.” She was applying lipstick to me. Fortunately avoiding all that pancake my wife wore.
“Being a dyke is easier.” I muttered.
“But,” she turned me to the mirror, “Not as much fun! And don’t chew your lips.”
She handed me my first bra and commented, “no sag. Your breasts look like they are brand new. I’ve seen girls smaller and younger that aren’t as firm. I am so jealous.”
Obviously this new body hadn’t had time to sag so I asked, “If I’m so firm, why do I need a bra?”
She laughed back, “Because, honey, when it gets cold in the casino, you can poke an eye out with your nipples even through a dress. A bra keeps the girls flat. And most dresses are designed to
be worn with a bra”
I wasn’t beautiful but I did look good! Combed hair, sun-dress over a bra, flat sandals. If I said I’d do myself before, now I’d pay to do me.
“Wow!”
“Did you ever think that you could look so nice?”
“Honestly, never. I probably will go back to my old look but.. damn! I look hot! What do I owe you?”
“We are far from done,” she laughed.
We found a store that sold inexpensive jewelry and I found that I walked differently. We got a necklace, watch and bracelet and even a purse. My old and new clothes I left in the room. I had asked to keep it overnight.
“Listen, I know you are straight but… Here! My brother’s address. I stay there occasionally since I don’t have a place of my own. Between .. relationships you know. But he’s a really nice guy and would love you if… “
“Are you trying to set me up?”
“No, I’m trying to set my brother up. You are the best thing I’ve seen in years and far better than that bitch he married or those girls he dates. Women use him. I’d like for him to meet a nice woman before he’s too old. And besides,” I could feel myself flushing, “I like you too.”
“I’m flattered and would like to visit or talk but I do have a boyfriend. Who is expecting me… Listen, I’m glad I met you. You’re a really nice girl and I hope that you meet someone really nice. And you should think about keeping the look. It does things for you.” She kissed me on the cheek and walked off.
I stared at her for a very long time. Then went back to work. I hoped that she would keep the phone number.