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Good Luck By Julie O Chapter 1 It all started off as a typical workday at an up and coming high tech company located just north of San Diego. "Hey Jordan, excited about the party tonight?" asked Dave Woods as he filled his coffee mug. "I guess," replied the younger man. "I mean, I like the parties the company throws, they always go all out, but I'm not sure about the one tonight." The two men were hanging out in their company's break room. "What's not to like? They always go all out for us. First, they're throwing it at a local casino. Next, we get a private gaming area, an open bar and buffet, and we also get hotel rooms for the night at half price. It's going to be a blast," said Dave. Jordan Bowie didn't reply and took a nervous sip of his coffee. Dave broke out in a big smile. "Okay, tell me what did you do now?" asked Dave Jordan looked around and confirmed they were the only two in the room. "I lost a fucking bet with Jill," confessed Jordan. "Actually it was with several of the women in the office." "You always lose bets. So what do you have to do?" asked Dave as he moved closer. "They gets to pick out my costume for tonight's Halloween party," replied Jordan. "And?" asked Dave as he sipped his coffee. Jordan signed. "I'm going to be a hooker," he admitted softly. Dave tried not to laugh, but then he looked his friend over. Jordan was 5-7 and thin, he had shoulder length light brown hair and very little facial hair. Had pierced ears, which wasn't uncommon among men at the company. "I can't wait to see how you turn out," stated Dave. "I bet you'll look hot." Jordan flipped his friend the bird. "Seriously Jordan, why do you ever gamble? You have the worst luck when it comes to betting," commented Dave. "You're right, I suck at gambling. But what's weird is that I love being in a casino. I can't deny that I do seem to have bad luck, even when the odds are in my favor," admitted Jordan. "Then again I always seem to do really well whenever you're around me. I had a great night the last time we went out to the casino," said Dave. "I think you're my good luck charm." "Great, if it happens tonight, you can give me a cut," replied Jordan. "All depends what you look like," quipped Dave as he winked at his friend. "Fuck you," joked Jordan. "As I just said, it will depend on what you look like," retorted Dave with a big smile on his face. Chapter 2 Jordan stepped out of the casino hotel bathroom just wearing a robe. He had just spent the last hour removing all body hair from the face down. Jill and the other had insisted on it as they said that they wanted him to really look like a woman. Under his robe was a black bra, a matching garter belt, black lace panties and black seamed stockings. In his bra were two large breast pads. The panties were also padded and the combination gave Jordan a very shapely feminine body. He was slightly surprised by how well everything fit. He was immediately met by Jill Browne, the woman who ran his department, along with two other women from his office. "Okay Jordan, have a seat and we'll get started," explained Jill. "I'm going to work on your hair, and then your makeup. Tasha will be doing your nails and Kim will be assisting us. Now sit back and relax. By the way, you have a lovely figure." Jordan felt his face getting warm as he sat down. "Oh how sweet, you're blushing! Don't worry about it, we all think you're a great sport, Jordan," stated Tasha. "I mean you could have easily skipped out on this and there's not much we could have done." "I always keep my word," replied Jordan as he watched Tasha work his nails. Jill walked over and covered up the mirror. "We don't want you to see yourself until we're done," she explained. "At least it's a Halloween party, so if I look hideous nobody will care," said Jordan "You won't look hideous, in fact I think you're going to look lovely," noted Jill. The other two women agreed. "Now just relax, sit back and let us go to work," continued Jill. Chapter 3 After what seemed like a couple of hours, Jordan was dressed and standing with his back to the full length mirror on the bathroom door. "Well, what do you think?" asked Jill as she turned Jordan around so he could see himself in the mirror. Jordan's jaw dropped as he saw his image in the mirror. He looked like a very sexy woman. He was dressed in a short sleeveless red sequined dress, black silk stockings, and 4-inch black pumps. Combined with the padding, Jordan had to admit he looked very feminine. His hair was styled so it was now full of large curls. There were also streaks of highlights throughout his hair. He looked at the bright red false nails glued onto his own nails. Additionally his makeup gave him a very seductive look. The large gold hooped earrings, necklace, rings and bracelets completed the look. Jordan looked like a sexy upscale prostitute. "We decided not to go street whore and give you more class as you were such a good sport," noted Jill. "Um, thanks I guess," replied Jordan as he took in his new image. He couldn't take his eyes off his reflection. Jill had told him that the false lashes and nails would last a few weeks, although he could remove the color and trim down the size. She said the highlights would also last a while. "And the brows?" he asked as he ran his finger over them. "They'll just have to grow back. Maybe you can just stay a girl for a few weeks," she replied. "In fact, I passed the hat and got you a few extra outfits. We'd love to have another woman in the office." "You've got to be kidding," exclaimed Jordan. Jill shook her head. "It would be fun to have an all women office for a while. I already talked to the others and they agree. We'll even help you with your makeup if you want." "Thanks, but I doubt that will be necessary," he replied. "Okay, but if you change your mind, give me a call," she offered. "You actually look nicer as a woman: and you wouldn't even have to change your name." Jordan cast a dirty look back at her. "Why did this have to be so... extreme?" asked Jordan as he continued to stare at his reflection. "I mean; the nails, hair color and brows." "First off it's a costume party and you're supposed to look like a high priced hooker. We also agreed that if we did this to you, we wanted you to look like a woman, not a guy in a dress. Actually you're fortunate, I was able to style your hair without cutting it...too much." Jordan shook his head in disbelief and began to dread returning to work on Monday. Still a part of him was intrigued by this idea. Jill walked up to him and slipped her arm around his shoulders. "Don't worry, we're all behind you. You're a good sport for going through this. We also want you to win the top costume prize," she explained. "Thanks," he replied softly. "Um, did you really buy me additional outfits?" Jill smiled and led him to the hotel room closet. There were several dresses and other female outfits hanging inside. Additionally there were several pairs of shoes ranging from dressy to casual. "The dresser drawers are also filled with lingerie and even a nice silky teddy for you to sleep in," she explained gleefully. "Oh, all the makeup in the bathroom is yours too. I've sent you several videos to your phone that will help you with your makeup. I guess it might be a bit much, but once we got started shopping we kept finding things that we thought you'd look great in. We even bought you new luggage." Jordan looked around and then noticed his own clothes were missing. "What did you do with my stuff?" he asked. "I had it removed while you were in the shower," replied Jill. "So, you'll be leaving here tomorrow as a woman." Jordan shook his head in disbelief. "You've got to be kidding!" he exclaimed. "No, it will easier for you, as you'll look more like a woman right now anyway. With your hair and nails, you'd draw more attention if you were dressed up as a guy." Jordan rolled his eyes as her logic. He should have been furious, but instead he was slowly accepting her logic. "That makes sense, I guess, I still can't believe that I made that stupid bet," he muttered. "I think you lost the bet on purpose," joked Jill. Jordan rolled his eyes. "Just kidding! Oh wait, here's some perfume, it will be last great touch," said Jill. "Oh that scent fits you perfectly; feminine but also letting everyone know you're a working girl." Jordan had to admit the aroma was very nice, although very strong. "Here's your purse, so head on down and join the party. I have to go change and I'll see you down there later. I bet most people won't even know who you are," stated Jill. "I have a weird feeling that they'll be seeing the real you. Wow, I can't believe I just said that. Please forgive me!" "It's okay," replied Jordan. "I'll see you down at the party. If I win the big prize I'll have you and the others to thank." Chapter 4 Jordan rode the elevator down to the casino. Several other people got in on the next floor and they just smiled at him. Not sure what to do, Jordan just smiled back. It then hit him that they didn't realize he was a guy. Once on the main floor Jordan headed to the room that the company had reserved. He showed his ticket and the security guard smiled back at him. "Have a nice time Miss," he replied and then winked at Jordan. Jordan was too shocked to say anything and walked slowly into the large gaming room. It was obvious that guard didn't know he was a guy either. Once inside, he was handed a small pouch that contained chips. He paused as he looked around a sense of serenity ran though his body. It was strange, even though he never won much, he always loved being in a casino. There was just something about the environment that made him feel at home, especially at night. He was also more of a night person and a casino was the perfect location to hang out in. As he looked around he could see that his company had again gone all out for the party. There was a large open bar and an equally big buffet. Next to the buffet was a table filled with wrapped gifts that would be given out later that evening as door prizes. As he looked around the room at his coworkers in their costumes he realized that his costume was one of, if not, the best. Maybe Jill was right and he could win best costume. He decided to skip the gambling for now and headed over to the bar. He could always lose the money later. As he walked across the casino floor, it was soon apparent to him that no one recognized him. He found it humorous that some of his male colleagues were looking him over and a few even flirted with him. Surprisingly, this actually pleased him. He shrugged it off as better be to mistaken as a woman than to be laughed at as a guy in a dress. He got a glass of white wine and then worked his way to where he saw Dave was standing. Dave was dressed as a 1920's gangster, in a pinstriped suit and wearing a fedora. "Hi big guy, you want some company?" purred Jordan as he slipped up along aside Dave. Dave turned and eyed the beautiful woman in the red dress, and as he looked at her he was shocked, in fact he almost dropped his glass of whiskey when he realized that the sexy woman standing next him was his best friend. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "Jordan is that really you?" Jordan nodded with a big smile on his face. He stood back and twirled around to give Dave the whole effect. "By the way, that's a horrible greeting...even for you," noted Jordan. "I saw you walk in, but I had no idea it was you," admitted Dave. "They did quite the number on you." Jill walked over and joined the group of people admiring Jordan's costume. "You can thank Jill, Tasha, and Kim, for my makeover," said Jordan. They were all dressed as comic book villainesses. "We're trying to convince her to come to work like this," interjected Kim who was dressed as Cat Woman. "We want her to be one of the girls from now on." Jordan cocked his head and looked over at Kim. "I'm still a guy," he replied. "Maybe you are and maybe you aren't," said Kim softly so only Jordan could hear. "Well, come on my fellow bad girls, let's see what havoc we can cause at the craps table," stated Jill, who was dressed as Poison Ivy. Several other of Jordan's coworkers came over and they said that they would be voting for him for best costume. For the next few hours Jordan just mingled with his coworkers. He was actually enjoying the attention he was getting. He even spent nearly twenty minutes talking to the CEO and his wife. It was no surprise to anyone when Jordan was given the top prize, a 3- day vacation in Las Vegas for two. Chapter 5 Later in the evening after the party ended Jordan worked his way over to the gaming tables in the main casino. He opened the pouch and found it had $200 in chips in it. With his luck, that wouldn't last long, but at least it wouldn't be his own money he would be losing. Still it felt great to just be hanging out in a casino. As Jordan searched for Dave, he noticed that everyone seemed to accept him as a woman. Instead of being bothered by this, Jordan was pleased as he was quite happy with his new persona, even if it was for just one night. He walked around and found Dave playing blackjack. There was an open seat next to him so Jordan sat down. "Hey stud, you looking for some company?" he asked jokingly. "Hey Jordan, sure, I'd love it," replied Dave. "How are you doing?" asked Jordan. "Breaking even," he replied with a shrug of his shoulders. "No wonder, you always play so recklessly," commented Jordan. "And you play smart and still lose," countered Dave. "True, I guess that's why it's called gambling and not winning," Jordan replied. "Here take my chips; you can give me a cut when you win." "You mean if I win," countered Dave. Jordan smiled back. "No, I have the strangest feeling that you're going to win," he replied confidently. "Maybe I'm Lady Luck tonight. And my cut is 20%." Chapter 6 Two hours later Dave had a large stack of chips in front of him. To Jordan's amazement, Dave was winning most hands he played, even when he went against the odds. Jordan also noticed something else strange; he was becoming sexually aroused by being next to Dave. He had never been sexually attracted to a man before, or even had fantasies about being with a man, but each passing minute he wanted to be with Dave. It took all of his willpower not to come on to his best friend. What was stranger was that Dave was glancing over at him and giving him looks; looks that a man gave a woman. Jordan glanced down and saw that Dave's cock was getting erect, and it only increased his sense of sexual arousal. He tried to think of something else, but his mind kept shifting back to having sex with Dave. And what he was craving most was to feel Dave's cock in his mouth. He couldn't even blame these new urges on being drunk as he felt as sober as he was when he had arrived. Jordan decided that it was best that he leave before things got stranger. "I've had enough for tonight," Jordan said faking a yawn. Dave looked his watch. "You're right; it's actually well past two in the morning. No sense in pushing my luck so I'm going to cash out my chips, I'll meet you in the lobby," commented Dave. "Please wait for me." Jordan nodded and walked out of the private room. He soon found himself hoping that Dave would take him to bed. He tried to leave, but the urges were too strong and he waited anxiously for Dave. A few minutes later Dave met him in the lobby. "You really were good luck for me tonight," he said as he slipped a wad of bills into Jordan's hand. "What's this?" ask Jordan. "Three grand of tonight's winnings," he replied. "This is too much," said Jordan as he tried to hand the money back. Dave shook his head. "No, you deserve it and you did say 20%. So why don't I escort you back to your room?" suggested Dave. Jordan looked back at him and nodded. "Thanks," he replied as he slipped the money into her purse. Dave then slipped his arm around Jordan's waist and walked him to the elevator. Jordan was taken aback by what Dave had done, mostly because it felt so good. He found himself to be pulled close to Dave. A few minutes later they were standing outside of Jordan's door. Dave moved in close until they were just inches away. "I had a great night," he said as he looked into Jordan's eyes. "So did I," Jordan replied as he found his eyes locked onto Dave's. This was crazy thought Jordan, he was a guy, yet he wanted Dave so badly. He also wanted Dave to use him as a man would use a woman. There was a long nervous pause and then Dave leaned down and kissed Jordan. It started as a gentle kiss on the lips, but it was soon something more passionate. Jordan wanted to push away, but instead he found himself submitting to Dave's advancements. "I have never wanted a woman as bad as I want you tonight," professed Dave. "But I'm a guy," whispered Jordan as she wrapped her arms around Dave. Dave pulled Jordan closer. Jordan could feel Dave's cock pressing against his body. A strange new sensation began to sweep through Jordan's body. This all felt very normal and natural. "I don't care, I want you and you're such a sexy woman. Do you want me? Do you want to continue?" he asked before kissing Jordan again. "Yes, I want you," replied Jordan breathlessly. "My room or yours?" he asked. "Yours," Jordan replied. Chapter 7 Dave took Jordan by the hand as they walked down the hall to his room. Once they were inside Dave began to kiss Jordan who responded by passionately kissing Dave back. They move to the bed and soon were undressing each other. "You're so hot Jordan," moaned Dave. "You're the girl of my dreams." Jordan was now not only questioning his own sexuality, but his gender too. "You really think I'm a girl?" asked Jordan as he looked into Dave's eyes. "Babe, you're the hottest girl I've been with in a long time," he replied. He moved one of Jordan's hands down between his legs and placed it on his cock. In that moment Jordan's life changed forever. As Jordan looked at Dave, his words sunk in, yes I am now a sexy woman now. Jordan immediately began to stroke Dave's cock. It didn't feel forced and with each passing moment she began to crave it more. Yes, it was she as there was no denying that something had changed. She totally accepted this change without question; she was now a woman in her mind. Under other circumstances she would tried to analyze what was happening to her, but she was too aroused for logic, she was overcome by lust and gave into these new feelings. Jordan slipped down on her knees and began to kiss and lick Dave's erect cock. There was no hesitation, no shame; she was overcome by lust as she wanted his cock so bad. "Oh yeah," moaned Dave. Jordan let her new feelings flow and instinctively seemed to know exactly what to do. She began to kiss the head of his cock and slowly began to take it into her mouth. What would have been unthinkable was now something normal for her. "Babe, that feels so damn good," said Dave. "Don't stop, take it all in." Jordan felt a strange new sensation sweep through her mind. Yes, she wanted to please Dave, it was her destiny to please him. Her own body felt different, but in a very new and rousing manner. She could feel her own nipples getting hard and while she wasn't hard, her cock felt wonderful. She also could feel her panties getting wet from sexual excitement. She soon had Dave's cock all the way into her mouth. She looked up at him and could see that he was enjoying her work. She began to pump his cock like she had seen in porn videos, taking his cock all the way in and out. Dave reached down and placed his hands gently on the sides of her head to guide her. Jordan didn't mind as she was now determined to get him off. It was almost an obsession, as if she had to do it. She soon worked Dave's cock to the point of climax and judging by his moaning and breathing he was ready to cum. With one last burst of effort she felt his cock begin to pulsate and fill her mouth with his thick salty seed. There was no resistance as she swallowed until he was done. Dave fell back on the bed with a look of pure sexual bliss on his face. Jordan gently licked him clean before getting off her knees. "How was that?" she asked softly. Dave just smiled back. "Was I good?" she asked hopefully "Babe you're the best," he replied. Jordan felt a sense of pride sweep through her body. She then went to the bathroom to get cleaned up. She found that she had no trouble reapplying her makeup and fixing her hair so she would look presentable when she left Dave's room. When she came out of the bathroom, Dave was looking up at her from the bed. "What just happened?" Dave asked. "I mean I loved it, but you have to admit that something strange just went down." Jordan nodded. "Strange is an understatement. I don't know what happened, but it wasn't something bad," she replied. "It was very enjoyable and I feel...free. It's too late to do any heavy thinking, we'll get together later this weekend and talk, okay?" "Sure," he replied. "Do you want me to walk you back to your room?" Jordan shook her head. "How sweet, but I'll be fine. I'll call you later this weekend," she said. Dave got up and they kissed. "No regrets?" she asked. "None, and you?" he replied. She shook her head. "None at all," she replied. They kissed again and Jordan left. Back in her room, Jordan saw a slip of paper that had been slipped under her door. It was an offer to extend her stay for another night at highly discounted rate. Without thinking she walked over, picked up the phone and called the front desk. "Hi, this is Jordan Bowie, I would like to extend my stay one more day," she stated. "That's not a problem. Enjoy the rest of your stay Ms. Bowie," replied the man. Jordan paused and then thanked him. She was then aware that her voice had changed too; she now had a slightly feminine voice, still a bit husky, sort of like Lauren Bacall. Something strange was definitely happening she thought, but it felt good, too good to worry about it. She got undressed and found that she looked the same. After taking off her makeup, she found the teddy that Jill had mentioned, put it on and went to bed. She would think about these things when she got up. Right now she needed sleep. Before going to bed, she put the "Do Not Disturb" sign on the outside of her door. Chapter 8 When Jordan woke up, she felt very refreshed. She looked at her watch and saw that it was early afternoon. It was a good thing she extended her stay she thought. Jordan also realized that she was still thinking of herself as a woman. She got out of bed, headed immediately to the bathroom, and sat down to pee. It took her a second to realize what she had done, but it didn't feel strange, it was as if she had always done it this way. After finishing she cleaned up and inspected her body. There were small changes and it caught her off guard. Yet she wasn't frightened by what she discovered, just startled. In a way the changes made her happy. Her areolas were slightly darker in color. Her nipples were also slightly larger. She ran her fingers over them and found they were now more sensitive. Next she examined herself for any other changes. She wasn't sure but she seemed slightly thinner. She would have to wait until she got home to check her weight. She ran her hand over her face and noticed it was totally smooth. While she never had much of a beard, there no stubble at all on her face. This was no great loss she thought as she had always hated shaving her face. Jordan then went into the bedroom and sat down on the bed. She tried to think of a logical reason for what was happening, but she couldn't think of any. The very fact that she wasn't freaking out was also strange. Physically there were little changes, but mentally she felt different. She now liked her new feminine persona and totally accepted it as her own. There was no conflict; it was just the way it would be from now on. She also loved the way she looked the previous night and how people saw her. The clothes she got to wear now were much nicer and softer than what she wore as a man. Then there was the sex. She realized how comfortable she was giving her best friend a blow job. She never had felt anything sexual towards Dave or any man for that matter. Yet she wanted Dave's cock badly. She also realized how much she enjoyed sucking Dave's cock. In fact, as she thought about it, she found herself playing with her nipples and rubbing her cock. No, that's not right, men had cocks. She looked down and noticed for the first time that her cock was smaller than she had remembered. It was getting hard, but it was now only a couple inches long. It was too small to be a cock; it was more like a clit. Yes, she had a clitty now. So what next, she thought. It then hit her that everything began to change when she was with Dave in the casino. Maybe she could see if that was a one time thing or was her change just beginning. Jordan decided to take a chance and began to get ready to head down to the casino and press her luck. Chapter 9 Jordan was so pleased now that Jill and the other girls in the office had bought her several other outfits. Maybe they sensed something like this would happen? She was now dressed more casually than the night before, but she still had a very seductive look. She was wearing a little black dress along with the same heels as the night before. She found that she had no problems applying her makeup. It was if she had been doing it her whole life. The same applied to her hair. She was able to get it close to how it looked last night. It then hit her that she would get it styled later. Logically Jordan knew she should have been terrified by what was happening, but instead she was excited and wondered how far it would go. In a way she was more fearful of turning back into a male. She gave herself one last inspection, nodded approvingly, and headed down to the casino. As soon as Jordan stepped inside the casino, a sensation of ease swept over her body, as if this was her true environment. She looked around the room and decided to head to the bar first. After Jordan sat down, she ordered a glass of wine and then fixed herself a plate of appetizers that was set up to the side of the bar. There was no rush she thought; as she snacked and drank she scanned the casino. While she wasn't sure what she was looking for, she knew she would know what it was as soon as she saw it. Jordan did notice that men were glancing at her and this was a turn on. She even got a thrill when a couple walked by and the man checked her out. She could tell that they saw her as a woman, not as a male dressed as woman, and this increased her self-confidence. Yet she knew that there was more to what was happening that just having sex. Time passed and she was on her second glass of wine when a man sat down next to her. He appeared to be in his late forties with a neatly trimmed goatee. He was wearing a tailored dark gray suit. He ordered a single-malt from the bartender. After his drink arrived he turned to her and smiled. "Good evening," he greeted. "I'm Ray." She smiled back. "Pleased to meet you, I'm Jordan," she replied. "Nice to meet you Jordan. So are you feeling lucky tonight?" he asked. She laughed at his comment, He then realized what he had said and smiled back. "I meant at the tables," he added sheepishly. "I just got down here a little while ago, I haven't played yet," she replied. "What about you?" "I was playing earlier but the cards were cold," he replied. "I was here for a wedding reception and decided to try my luck, but I must have left that up in LA." Jordan took another sip of her wine as a wave of energy swept through her. "I've been known to bring people good luck," she replied. "I bet you have," he replied as he ran his eyes over her body. "Well you only live once, would you like to accompany me to the tables Jordan?" He extended his hand and Jordan took it. "I would love to," she replied. Chapter 10 Over the next few hours Jordan watched as Ray pulled in a sizable haul of chips. And the more he won, the more amorous he was towards her. Of course, she returned the favor and soon she all she was thinking about was how big his cock was. At one point after winning another hand, he pulled her close and kissed her deeply. Jordan felt his tongue press into her mouth and she instinctively sucked on it. "Damn, you are good luck," he exclaimed. She smiled back at him seductively and could tell that his attentions were switching to her and away from the cards. "You want to take a break?" she asked softly. He looked at her and then the stack of chips. "I've never had a night like this," he said as he kissed her again. "The night isn't over," she whispered back. A short time later they were walking out together to the elevators. "I pulled in over $12,000 tonight," he said to her. "You do bring good luck and you deserve to be rewarded." He then slipped a roll of bills into her hand. Without looking at it, she slipped it into her purse as she kissed him. "Would you like to join me in my room?" he asked. "I would love to," she replied. Chapter 11 Jordan's wakeup call snapped her out of a sound sleep early the next morning. She got out of bed and shuffled into the bathroom. As she sat down on the toilet she grumbled to herself that 9:30 was way too early to get up in the morning. As she washed her hands she looked down and saw that the changes were continuing. She reached up and cupped her chest and her two small breasts. They weren't very big, A-cup maybe a big bigger, but they were real breasts. She ran her hands over them and as she touched her nipples she felt them immediately start to harden. It was a wonderful new sensation she had discovered as she began to play with her nipples. Standing back and looking at herself in the mirror, she noticed her hips seemed larger too. She turned around and saw her butt seemed fuller and rounder. Instead of freaking out, it made her happy. This couldn't be a bad thing, if it made her happy, she thought. Instead she realized that her body looked like a young woman going through puberty. Looking down at her breasts again, she found herself hoping they would get bigger. There appeared to a connection to having sex and the changes. Jordan wondered began to wonder how far the changes would go as she held her cock in her hand. It too was changing and getting smaller, but at least she could still have orgasms. She decided that she would shower, get dressed and head back to San Diego and try to figure this out at home. Chapter 12 It took her a bit longer to go home as she made a detour and went to the mall for a few hours. By the time she left she had a whole new wardrobe that was paid for by some of the money she had earned at the casino. She did wonder if technically she was a prostitute, but she ruled this out as she didn't ask for money for sex. In addition to the new clothing, she stopped at a few other stores to buy everything from makeup to personal care products. Arriving home she put away her wardrobe, while at the same time packing up much of her male wardrobe. She also rearranged her bathroom, setting out her makeup and new personal care products. Please with what she had accomplished, she decided to call up Dave. "Hey I was wondering how you were doing," he said. "What's with your voice, you sound different." "Yeah...I need to talk to you about what has happened this weekend," said Jordan. "Can I come over?" "Um...sure. I'm just watching the game," he responded. "Great, I'll be over in a bit," she replied. She paused before for leaving and headed into her bathroom. It would delay her going to see Dave, but it would be worth it. Jordan arrived at Dave's townhouse an hour later wearing a pair of tights, low cut sweater and a pair of black heels. She was also wearing a padded bra that she had bought at the mall which gave the illusion of having larger breasts. It also allowed her to her to get rid of the hated breast pads and also gave her some visible cleavage. Dave went to the door to let her in and was going to give her grief for being late when he saw her. He stood there in stunned silence when he opened to the door to greet her. He stood there with his mouth open in shock. Jordan smiled and walked past him and into his home. "As I said, we need to talk," she announced. She then stopped in front of him with her hands on her hips. "So, what do you think?" she asked. Dave shut the door and ran his eyes over her. "You're...you're still a girl!" he stammered. "Very observant, but to be truthful I'm not quite a woman; but I'm becoming one," replied Jordan as she turned and walked into the living room. She looked down on the coffee table and saw Dave's beer. "Can I have one of those please?" she asked. "Um, sure, I'll get it for you," he replied as he dashed off to the kitchen. "Do you want a glass?" "No, I'm okay with drinking it out of the bottle," she replied. Dave handed her the beer. "Maybe you haven't changed as much as you think," he said. "Thanks," she replied. "And by the way, women can like beer too." He nodded as his eyes dropped down to look at her chest. "Are those real?" he asked as he pointed to her breasts. "Somewhat," she admitted as she looked down at them. "The bra helps somewhat." He kept his eyes glued to her breasts. "Dave, my eyes are up here. Please sit down and listen to me, I have a lot to tell you," she stated. "FYI, I've always wanted to use that line on you; I've heard several other women say it to you." Dave sat down and took a long drink of his beer. She then told him about what had happened since they had last seen each other, including the fact that she had had sex with Ray. "What are you going to do? Maybe you should see a doctor," he suggested. Jordan began to laugh. "Sorry, but what would I tell them? Doctor, I'm changing into a woman and I might give people good luck when they gamble and then I have sex with them, what do you think is causing it?" she replied with another laugh. "Sorry, I know you mean well, but I must confess that I like myself like this." "You mean that?" he asked. "It feels so right," she replied as she took a sip of her beer. "So what about work?" he asked. "Well, Jill and the others wanted me to spend the week as a woman, so I will comply," she replied. "Tomorrow will be very interesting then," replied Dave sarcastically. "Dave, I have a feeling that I will be totally accepted as a woman," she replied. "Just like the way you accepted me the other night." He paused for a moment and then nodded. "And after that?" he asked. Jordan shrugged her shoulders as she took another sip of her beer. "I can't believe how calm you are about this," noted Dave. "If it was me, I'd be freaking out." "Don't be so sure. I feel at ease with this. Also, whatever is happening to me isn't done," she said. "I think my body...and my mind is just starting to change." "Well you do look nice. You really do look like a woman," stated Dave. "Thank you," she replied. "May I ask you something?" Dave nodded. "Do you accept me as a girl now?" she asked. Dave cocked his head for a moment as her question sank in. "Yeah I do," he replied. "Whoa, that's weird!" "It is weird isn't it, neither of us is freaking out about this. Neither did Ray. He found out that I'm not completely a woman and yet it didn't bother him a bit. Maybe it's part of what is happening to me." "We'll find out tomorrow," said Dave. Jordan nodded. "Seriously, call me if things go south," offered Dave. "I will, thanks," she replied. "I don't think it will, I look back now and the way Jill and the other women were acting may all be part of this." "So what is this?" he asked. "I mean, what's causing it?" Jordan shrugged her shoulders "Magic?" she suggested. Dave rolled his eyes. "Magic, that's the best you can come up with?" he asked. "It makes as much sense as anything else," she replied. "How else can you explain it?" She then looked over at the game that was playing. It was the Chargers versus the Broncos. "I can turn that off," said Dave as he reached for the remote. "It doesn't matter anyway, it's over." "What do you mean, the second half just started. Oh, did you bet on it?" she asked. "Yeah and I'm losing big time. It will take a miracle for me to win my bet," he explained. Jordan looked at him. "How much would you get if you win?" she asked. "Two grand," he replied. "I bet big because of what I won at the casino." "Let's see if my luck still works," she said. "And when you win I get twenty percent." "The Chargers not only have to win, but by 10 points. They're down by that much and it's the third quarter," said Dave. "They're not good enough to come back from that far down." Jordan got up and sat down next to him on the couch. She then reached up and slipped his arm around her shoulders. "It's not over yet," she said. "You're serious?" he asked. Jordan moved up and kissed him on the lips. "For luck," she said. Chapter 13 With one minute left on the clock, the Chargers had taken the lead by 7 points. "Well it was a good effort," lamented Dave as he reached for his beer. "You give up too quickly, game's not over," countered Jordan as she began to rub Dave's cock through his jeans with her hand. She was becoming more aroused with each passing minute and she knew that something good was about to happen. The Broncos had the ball and were trying to make a last minute drive to tie the game. With twenty seconds left on the clock, Denver's quarterback threw an interception that was returned by the Chargers for a touchdown. Dave looked at Jordan who smiled back. "Holy crap, you were right!" he screamed. "Yeah and you owe me $400, that's my standard 20%," she replied as she relaxed on the couch. He smiled back at her. "Not a problem," he replied as he stared at her. Jordan ran her tongue across her lips. She then stood up, took him by the hand and led him into his bedroom. She sat him down on the bed and then slowly got undressed in front of him. Dave started to speak and she placed a finger on his lips and shook her head. Her nipples were now erect and Dave couldn't take his eyes off them. Jordan then helped him out of his clothes. "I want you to fuck me Dave," she said softly as she cuddled up next to him. "Really?" he asked as he began to kiss her and fondle her breasts. "Yes please fuck me. I made myself ready for you before I came over," she said. "You do want to fuck me, don't you?" She began to stroke his cock "Yeah, I do, I want to fuck Jordan," he moaned. "More than any other woman I've been with." "Hmm, yes, I want to feel you in me Dave," she replied breathlessly. "I know that it's going to happen, I'm going to have a man make love to me, and I want you to be the first. Dave, I want this as much as you do." Jordan then slipped down and began to suck Dave's cock to get it hard. Once she had it fully erect, she had Dave lie on his back and she carefully mounted him. "This way we can be face-to-face as I ride your cock," she whispered. Jordan slowly slid down onto Dave cock, taking it in until it was all the way in. She then began to move up and down. As she did Dave placed his hands on her breasts and played with her nipples. Jordan had not been a virgin before the changes started, but she had never felt sex that felt this good in her life. Her clitty was barely an inch long, but it was very wet. Her whole body felt alive as she rode Dave's cock. She could tell that Dave was about to come and as he did she also achieved a body shaking orgasm. When they were done she collapsed into his arms and hugged each other as they came down from their sexual high. "That was amazing," sighed Dave. "I agree," replied Jordan. "I better get cleaned up and out of here. Can I use your shower?" He nodded and as she got up, she gave him a long passionate kiss. Chapter 14 When Jordan came out of the bedroom, Dave was waiting for her in the living room on the couch. Jordan sat next to him. "Do you think you'll change more?" he asked. "I certainly hope so! I'll let you know tomorrow," she replied. "Hey, can I get a favor from you?" "Sure," replied Dave. "Let's keep the whole winning and sex thing a secret. I don't want to be hit up by every guy at work," she explained. "Of course," he replied. "Thanks. I just don't think I'm in a position to say no to anyone right now," she explained. "Hey, you're my best friend and I would never hurt you," he said. He then leaned over and kissed her. "Thanks," she replied. "Well I better get going. Tomorrow will be an interesting day." They stood up and walked to the door. "Oh, where's my $400?" she asked with her hand out. A large smile was on her face. Dave pulled out his wallet and took out some bills, folded them and placed them between her breasts. "Very funny! Just for that the next time I will ask for more," she said with a laugh as she pulled out the bills and put them in her purse. They kissed again and she headed home. Chapter 15 Jordan texted Jill Sunday evening telling her that she would be coming in dressed as a woman. Jordan was pleasantly surprised by Jill's reply stating that she suspected that Jordan would be doing just that. She also said that she would insure that no one would give Jordan any grief. "Sorry to bother you, but I would rather talk than text," said Jordan over the phone. "Please don't apologize, this is too important. So is this just an experiment to see how the other side does it, or is there something more to it?" asked Jill. Jordan hesitated for a moment and thought carefully of her answer. "Jill, I'm transgendered," she admitted. "I figure now is the right time to come out." "Oh Honey, I will be there to support you. I always suspected that you were hiding something," replied Jill. "Thank you," replied Jordan. "It will make it easier." When Jordan got up the next morning she was happy to see that the changes were continuing. As she inspected herself in the mirror she could see that not only were her breasts continuing to grow, but the rest of her body was still changing. She wasn't a guy with tits; she really looked like a woman, with one exception. She still had her small clitty. Standing naked in front of the mirror, she now looked like an attractive woman with a small penis. She nodded approvingly at the way her body looked. Just to see what she would look like, she put on the normal workday male clothes, collared shirt, tie and slacks. As she looked in the mirror she had to laugh at how ridiculous she looked. She looked like a woman wearing men's clothing. There was no way she could go to work as a male; she was in it full time now. Jordan began to think about the cover story she had come up with the previous night. She would claim that she was transgendered and that she had been on hormones for a while and that the party was the key to coming out. She suspected that Jill had told the others in her office, which meant that most, if not everyone at work would know by the time she got there. Normally this sort of thing would upset her, but instead it made everything easier. Besides she wasn't in love with her job anyway. Sure she was good at her job, and the company benefits were great, but there was no passion for the actual job. If it got too uncomfortable, she would just leave. She had enough in savings to last months, not including her winnings from the past weekend. The being transgendered story would work for the time being, but she then wondered if the changes would continue until she was completely a woman. If she changed completely, would that mean she could get pregnant too? That would be difficult to explain, but that was something to worry about another day. Another thing she was thankful for was that along with the physical changes, she was changing mentally and seemed to know how to do things like her hair and makeup as if she had been doing it since she was a teen. She also found she had a new sense of fashion. For work she wore a long sweater, leggings and a pair of boots. It was what many of the other women wore, she recalled. She didn't want to wear anything that showed cleavage, which would be too difficult to explain away now that she was up to a c-cup. She arrived at work and was pleased to see Jill standing out front waiting for her. Well, it's now or never she thought as she got out of her car and walked towards Jill. "OMG, you look great Jordan," exclaimed Jill as she walked over and gave Jordan a hug. "Your makeup looks perfect." "Thanks," Jordan replied as she could feel herself blushing. "I've been studying you and the other women at work." "I'm so happy the real you is out," said Jill. "We've always suspected you were transgendered and that's why we dressed you up for the party." Holy shit, thought Jordan, this is amazing. She knew this wasn't true but it appeared that whatever had changed her was also making this change accepted by others. "Um, thanks. It does feel good to be the real me," admitted Jordan. As they walked into the building Jill told her that she had also been doing research with the company's policies regarding transgendered workers. "Not surprisingly they're actually really cool about it. Another nice thing about working in San Diego," explained Jill. "When you're ready I'll take you in to see HR." "And as you pointed out on Friday, I won't have to change my name," said Jordan with a laugh. "I thank my parents for giving me a gender neutral name." "Oh, I also told the others what you're doing, so by now everyone will know. It's like when you go to the ocean, it's best to jump right in," continued Jill. "Trust me, you'll be accepted." As they walked through the building Jordan noticed the looks she as getting, but most of them seemed supportive, which further boosted her confidence. Inside the office the other women were waiting to greet her. They group hugged her and made her immediately feel at ease. After things calmed down, she texted Dave and let him know how well everything had gone. He replied that people were talking about me, but it was almost all very positive. Jordan looked his message and typed that she'd like to see him after work to talk, and to only talk about what was happening. Chapter 16 Jordan stopped by Dave's place after work. She took a seat on the couch and he bought over a few beers. "I'm so glad you still like beer," he said. "I didn't think to get anything else." "That's fine, I still like beer, as long as it is good beer," she replied as she looked at her bottle of Ballast Point Sculpin IPA. "Being local is even better." She then told him that she started the paperwork to change her gender status at work. "I still need to jump through the official hoops to get the state to change my gender, but I suspect that will go smoothly too. There's something guiding my change, I don't have proof, but it seems to make it as painless as possible," said Jordan. "I know I said magic yesterday, but it just might be the reason." "I agree, I mean it's like you've always been a woman," he said. "I've known you since college and it's like what Jill said, I'm thinking of you as always having been transgendered. Does that make sense?" Jordan took a long drink from her beer. "As much as anything," she replied. "I'm been thinking, while this came to bloom this past weekend, it has been building up. I've always known how to gamble, but I have horrible luck. Yet, people who are close to me seem to have good luck, especially when I am close. It gets stronger when I can touch them." Dave nodded as he listened. "I think the gender change makes it easier for me to pass on good luck," she added. "I also feel so comfortable and at ease in a casino, as if it's my natural environment especially at night, the later the better. I think I need to test this out, in fact, I have a strong urge to test this out." "You want to go back to one of the local casinos?" asked Dave. Jordan shook her head. "Nope, bigger, I've decided that I'm going to Vegas this weekend. You want to join me?" she asked. "It won't cost you anything other than gas and I'll split that with you. Thanks to the company party the hotel rooms will be free." "This weekend?" he asked. "Why not? Let's take a long weekend and leave Thursday and come back Sunday. I know it's short notice, but I'll just claim that I need the time off because of my change, which is sort of the truth," she explained. "It's not that long of a drive if we beat the traffic near LA. Please Dave, I would really love for you to join me." "Why drive, we can get a flight and be there much faster," replied Dave. She cocked her head as she looked at him and then she ran her hands down in front of her body. Dave laughed. "Of yeah, the whole security and ID thing at the airport," he stated. "TSA might not be very understanding until I get my new ID," she replied. "So do you want to go? Please?" "Okay I'm in," he replied She then paused before talking. "There are a couple of things I need to make clear; the first, we get separate rooms. Next, I will be with you the first night, for gambling and whatever happens afterwards, which I am looking forward to. But the rest of the weekend I need to be on my own. I have a feeling that this is the way it needs to happen. Is that okay with you?" Dave smiled back at her. "Sure thing, Jordan. Your friendship is really important to me and I know you have to figure out what is happening to you and why. There has to be a purpose for this. And if you're going on this mystical trip, the least I can do is be your sidekick." Jordan leaned over and gave him a kiss. "Thanks," she responded. "I treasure our friendship too." Chapter 17 "Well, what do you think?" asked Jordan as she stood in front of Dave in her hotel room in Vegas. She was dressed in tight black jeans, short high heel boots and a red low cut top. "You look fantastic," said Dave. "I want to look casual tonight," she said as she slipped her arm around Dave. They walked together to the elevator. "Even casual you look great," he replied. "I'm still amazed how quickly you have adapted to your new life." Jordan nodded. "I do need a new hair style, I already made an appointment for tomorrow afternoon," she stated as she looked at herself in the mirrored wall of the elevator. "Do you think this is a permanent change?" he asked. "Oh I sure hope so," she replied. "I like my life so much more now. I can't imagine going back to living as a guy. It would be very difficult to explain." They rode the elevator down to the lobby and were about to head to a restaurant to get dinner when Jordan stopped. "I want to try something Dave before we eat. Let's head over to the slots for a few minutes," said Jordan. "You want to play?" he asked. She shook her head. "Nope, just an experiment," she replied. "Come with me." Together they walked around the machines, watching the people playing. "What are you looking for?" asked Dave. "The right person," she explained as she looked around. "Oh there's a likely target." They walked over to where a pleasant looking elderly woman was playing. By the manner of her dress, she was obvious a tourist. They watched for a while and could see that she was losing badly. A few minutes later a man walked up to the woman. She looked up at him and shook her head sadly. He smiled back at her and patted her on the shoulder. "Be right back," said Jordan. She walked over and sat down at the machine next to the older woman. "How's it going?" asked Jordan. "Not very good, the machines are cold...for me anyway," replied the woman. "I think I'm going to leave. I've already lost more than I can afford for this year's trip. It's a good thing we're leaving for home tonight." Jordan reached over and gently placed her hand gently on the woman's shoulder. She then pointed at the machine. "Look, you still have a few plays left," noted Jordan. The woman laughed. "I was so upset that I missed that, thank you Miss," she replied. She pulled the lever and when the results came up she had hit the jackpot. The woman screamed in joy, hugged Jordan and then turned and hugged her husband. Jordan got up and returned to Dave. "That was fucking amazing," stated Dave. "It was, wasn't it," agreed Jordan. "It was pretty cool of you helping that couple out," said Dave. "Thanks," she replied. "Now let's get something to eat, I'm famished." Chapter 18 "I'm going to have to be careful while we're here," said Jordan as she took a bite of her grilled chicken sandwich. "If I'm always around someone who wins, people will notice." Dave nodded as he ate his cheeseburger. "I'll go to the other casinos after tonight. I'll only play here with you," she continued. "Don't hesitate to call me if you need help," he offered. "Thanks. I will," she replied. "Did you feel anything when you touched that woman?" asked Dave. "Nope," she replied as took a fry off Dave's plate. "I think the sexual urges need to build up, which is good and I don't think I'd want to go to bed with her." Dave almost spit out his drink. "Sorry about that," replied Jordan with a laugh. "You're still a smartass. Okay, I have another question, and you don't have to answer it if you don't want to, but what part of this do you think the sex has to do with it?" he asked. She shrugged her shoulders. "I've been thinking about that. Maybe it's a sign to stop gambling and then the actual sex relieves the pressure, and leaves both of us in a good mood," she said. "I mean all the times it has happened, I was aroused as you and Ray were, maybe even more." "True," he replied. "It also is a distraction to winning and not thinking too much about the luck at the tables." Jordan nodded. "Well, you want to go make some money?" she asked with a sly grin on her face. Dave nodded. "Standard rate?" he asked. She smiled back. "25% is better. You owe it to me for the bills down between my breasts," she replied. "But I have a question for you; do you enjoy gambling as much when you have an edge like me?" Dave laughed loudly. "For as much as I love the excitement of gambling, I love winning even more," he replied. "Besides this isn't just about gambling, it's helping a friend." "That's so sweet," replied Jordan who gave him a kiss on his cheek. Chapter 19 Dave was enjoying himself as his stash of chips grew throughout the night. To avoid drawing too much attention, they moved around from table to table and changed games a few times. They even won a few time at roulette, which Jordan figured was a game of total luck and not really gambling, but she did find it exciting when Dave won. Jordan was also enjoying herself. She played a few times, and for the most part lost, but she knew Dave's winnings more than made up for it. She was also getting aroused to the point where it would be time to leave soon. She leaned over and whispered in Dave's ear, "Davy, I'm horny." He turned and looked at her, laughed and then kissed her passionately on the lips. "Your room or mine?" he asked. "Mine, but give me thirty minutes to go change, I have a treat for you," she explained as she handed him her spare room card. "Great, I'll go cash out," he replied as he put the card into his wallet. "See you soon." Jordan hurried up to her room. She placed a call to room service and they said her order would be delivered shortly. She then stripped off her clothes and began to get changed. She slipped on a red lace garter belt and a matching shelf bra. Next came black seamed stockings which she attached to the garter belt. This was followed by a pair of four inch pumps. Last she slipped on a red lace nightie. Jordan then reapplied her makeup and gave herself a more seductive look. The whole time she was getting ready she was excited to see the look on Dave's face. She heard him enter the room. "I'll be out in a minute," she called out as she applied more lip gloss on her bright red lips. "Okay," he replied. "If room service arrives please let them in," she stated. "Sure thing," he replied. On cue there was a knock on the door. Dave opened the door and motioned the man in carrying a chilled bottle of champagne, two flutes and a silver ice bucket. He set up the champagne, opened the bottle and left. Jordan stepped out of the bathroom and sauntered slowly over to Dave and gave him a long passionate kiss on the lips. "Damn, you look stunning," he exclaimed. "Thank you, now go into the bathroom and change, there's something in there for you," she ordered. "I'll pour the champagne." "Yes Ma'am," he replied as he hurried into the bathroom. A few minutes he came out wearing a black silk robe. He found Jordan sitting on the edge of the bed handling two glasses of champagne. The look in her eyes was pure lust. He walked over and took a glass from her hand. "To us," he toasted She smiled back and touched her glass to his and then took a long drink. "I can't believe that..." said Dave before he was cut off by Jordan. "No talk," she said as she took his glass and set them on the nightstand. She then pushed him down gently on the bed, opened up his robe and began to kiss and lick his cock. Dave laid back and let her go to work. It all felt so natural now, she knew what it would take to get Dave hard and to get him off. First it would be orally and then after a rest she would get him up again and have him fuck her. Jordan kissed the head of Dave's cock and began to take it all the way in. She could feel it getting hard as she began to pump it in and out of her mouth. As she sucked his cock, she looked up and made eye contact with Dave. The look on his face was pure bliss and it was sinking in how easy it was to control men. She picked up her pace to just to see how quickly it would take to get him off. He was soon moaning loudly and she could tell he was about to cum. A few seconds later she felt his cock begin to pulsate and her mouth was filled with his seed which she swallowed without hesitation as if her body needed it. Jordan let him come down as she slowly licked his cock clean. She then got up and straddled his waist and slowly undressed, taking off her nightie and then her bra. Dave looked up at her and smiled. "You're the best," he sighed. She then lowered herself down so she was next to him. She reached over and took a sip of champagne before snuggling up to him. "Don't get too relaxed, I'm not done with you yet," she whispered into his ear. Chapter 20 An hour later, Jordan sat on the bed as she watched Dave get dressed. "Are you sure about going out on your own?" he asked. Jordan nodded. "I feel it's something I have to do...as if it's part of my transformation," she assured. "I will stay in touch with you and we can get back together on Sunday before we head back." "Okay," he replied as he reached into his coat pocket. "Here's your cut from tonight," Dave said as he handed her the money. "Thanks," she replied. "Shouldn't you get more?" he asked. Jordan shook her head. "I'm not greedy," she replied. "That makes you a minority," replied Dave with a laugh. "In more ways than one," she added. He leaned down and gave her a kiss. "Take care," he said. "I will, thanks," she replied. Chapter 21 Jordan locked the door after Dave left and looked at her watch. It was only 1 AM. She debated going to bed, but instead she went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. While the time she spent with Dave had been fantastic, she knew she needed more. Forty-five minutes later she was heading down to the casino. She was slightly surprised how quickly she was able to get ready. She was now wearing a simple short black sleeveless dress. Her makeup was made to let men know she was available. Once down in the lobby she debated on going into the hotel casino or going to a different one. She decided to stay to the original plan and she walked out into cool night air to get a cab. Ten minutes later she was at a different casino across from the one she was staying at. She headed inside and looked around the room. A strong sense of serenity filled her mind. There was something about being in the casino that made her feel so at ease and she figured that whatever was happening to her had to be a good thing. She could use her luck like a super power and help people. And at the same time she could make some money. She smiled as she thought, the sex is much better now too. After getting some chips, Jordan walked around the various gambling tables looking for the right person to hook up with. She began to feel drawn over to one of the blackjack tables. There was a group of five college-aged men at the table. They seemed to giving one of their group a lot of grief. "Damn Kevin for someone who is a math major, you sure suck at cards," joked one of them with a laugh. "JR, it's just not my night," replied Kevin as he looked as his small pile of remaining chips. Jordan looked him over. He was around six feet tall, a bit thin, but he appeared to be in good shape. He had short brown hair, clean shaven and wore steel framed glasses. Overall she found him a bit nerdish but cute. She watched them play and saw that Kevin was playing the odds, the cards were not cooperating. The other guys started to leave. "You coming Kevin?" asked the JR. "I'll catch you guys later, I'm not in the mood for a strip club tonight," replied Kevin dejectedly. "Probably too broke," interjected one of the other guys. "He's no luckier with women than he is with cards," added another. As the group left they noticed Jordan and she could feel their eyes run over her body. She ignored them and when they were gone she walked over and sat down next to Kevin and smiled. "I couldn't help but over hearing you're not having a good night at the tables," said Jordan. "You have no idea, I just blew my tuition for next semester," he confessed dejectedly. "I'm going back to my room." He seemed slightly shocked that such a beautiful woman was talking to him and more shocked that he told her of his problems. "Well maybe your luck will turn around, Kevin," she said as she pulled out $200 worth of chips. She placed the chips in front of Kevin. "What's going on?" he asked slightly confused by what was happening. "Here's the deal Kevin, you play and when you're done, you pay me back the $200 plus 25% of your winnings," she explained. "You're kidding?" he asked. Jordan shook her head. "Oh, one more rule, I get to tell you when to stop," she continued. "When I tell you to stop, we stop, you understand?" Kevin looked down at the chips and then at Jordan. "What's the catch?" he asked. "None at all, I just want to help you out with your problem. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Jordan," she said as she leaned over and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Do we have a deal?" "Are you going to play?" asked the dealer. Kevin looked at her and Jordan nodded back. "Yes, we are," she replied. Jordan then nudged Kevin and he pushed out some chips to play the next hand. At the same time, she slipped her hand on his thigh and smiled back at him. Sometime later Kevin had a sizable stack of chips in front of him. Jordan estimated he had not only won back his earlier losses but now had enough for the next year of tuition. She was also getting very aroused. "Okay, one more hand and then you stop," she whispered in his ear. "Remember our deal." He was about to argue with her, when he felt her hand rubbing against his cock. "Um, okay," he replied nervously. He won the last hand and then counted out a stack of chips and pushed them over to Jordan. "Don't forget to tip the dealer, Kevin. You always must be generous when lady luck comes your way," she explained. Kevin nodded and pushed a few chips to the dealer who thanked them. They got up together and headed over to cash out. "So do you have a room to yourself?" she asked. Kevin's eyes opened up wide. "Yea...I... um do, why? he asked. "Good. I just want to spend some private time with you," she answered. "Um, are you a prostitute?" he asked softly. "Shit, I'm sorry that was an awful thing to ask a woman as beautiful as you." Jordan laughed. "No my dear, I'm not, besides it's illegal in Vegas. I'm just a woman who wants to be with you. You do like me?" she asked with a wink. Kevin nodded. "Good boy. Now let's cash out and head to your room." Chapter 22 Kevin was lying on his back exhausted after coming down from the best sex he had ever had in his twenty-two years. It didn't even matter to him that she was transgendered. Jordan stepped out of the bathroom after cleaning up and reapplying her makeup. She looked at her watch; it was almost five in the morning, time to go to bed. "Promise me you won't blow away your good fortune, your winning will pay for your degree," she said. "Opportunity rarely knocks twice. You're a nice guy, but you're not that good at gambling." "I promise. Thank you for everything. Will I see you again?" he asked hopefully. "Probably not my dear, just remember how Lady Luck passed your way one night in Vegas," she said. "Now, put on a robe and see me to the door." "Why?" he asked as he got out of bed. Jordan smiled back at him "Trust me," she answered with a sly smile on her face. Jordan had a strange premonition and when the door was opened she found it came true. Kevin's buddies were walking down the hallway towards them. Jordan immediately wrapped her arms around Kevin and gave him a long passionate kiss. "Oh Kevin, thanks for the wonderful time, you're the best!" she proclaimed in the sexiest voice she could manage. "I'll never ever forget you." She then kissed him again. As Jordan sauntered past Kevin's friends she winked and then flashed a sly smile at them to seal the deal. Kevin stood in the doorway beaming back at her and also enjoying the shocked faces on his friends. She began to laugh as soon as she got into the elevator. It had been a good night. Sure it could have been more profitable, but she enjoyed helping Kevin. Chapter 23 It was midafternoon when Jordan got her wakeup call. She stumbled out of bed and headed right to the shower. It wasn't until the water hit her chest did she realize that her breasts had grown more. She ran her hands over them and then down over the rest of her body. She now had a very shapely body. Stepping out of the shower she admired her body in the bathroom mirror. The other thing left of her old life as a male, was her small clitty. Still, it looked nice with the rest of her body. When she went to get dressed she found that she would need some new bras as the ones she had were now too tight. She went to the safe and pulled out some money for shopping and her new hairstyle. As she headed down to the boutiques she thought about her plans for the night. It was nice to help Dave and Kevin, but she now wanted to make a big killing. A couple of hours later she walked out of the salon with a new hairstyle that left no doubt she was a woman. She went for a new color too, becoming more blonde than light brown. She also loved the highlights the stylist had added. Jordan also admired the new color on her nails, a rich dark red. She also totally enjoyed the entire experience of being in a high class salon and she decided that it would be a treat she would regularly give herself. Granted, it had been expensive, but Jordan didn't mind as she only spent a fraction of her earnings. Jordan thought about what she would do with her winnings. Yes she would save some of them, but she also decided to treat herself to the best when it came to wardrobe and personal care. She was about to head up to her room when she noticed a woman looking at her. The woman was very attractive with a shapely body. Jordan wasn't sure of the women's ethnicity and suspected that she looked like she was a mixture of Japanese and African-American. Whatever the lineage, the results were striking. As Jordan watched the woman turn and walk away, she had the strange feeling she would run into her again later. Chapter 24 Jordan took a nap and when she woke up she ordered dinner through room service. As she got dressed she thought about the woman she had seen. Even though she had never seen her before, there was something familiar about her. Jordan picked out a sleeveless low-cut dark purple dress, garter belt, matching shelf bra and matching panties, black stockings and four inch black pumps. She admired her new cleavage in the mirror. Her figure was now 36DD-23-34 and she was very proud of the way she looked. The strange thing was that she could barely think of the way she used to look when she was a male. She debated going to another casino, but she felt that she looked different enough that anyone from the previous night would not recognize her. She did text Dave and he said that he had hooked up with an old friend and decided to go the Golden Knights hockey game. Jordan was relieved as it meant she wouldn't bump into him that night. She picked up her purse and headed down to the casino. That wonderful familiar sense of belonging hit her as soon as she stepped into the main casino. She paused for a moment and soaked it all in before proceeding. Jordan decided to get a drink first, before picking out someone to play with that night. She sat down at one of the bars and ordered a glass of white wine. She had nothing against cocktails, but she wanted to keep her mind clear. She did smile to herself about the lustful looks she was getting from the men in the bar. It sank in that her looks were another of her powers and as with her ability to give people luck, she could use it to her advantage. Halfway through her glass of wine, she heard a woman's voice behind her. "Is this seat taken?" asked the woman. Jordan turned to see the women from earlier that day. "No, please sit down," offered Jordan. The woman smiled back pleasantly as she sat down. Jordan looked back and felt a strange sense of connection. "I was hoping to see you again," admitted Jordan. "I'm Jordan." "I feel the same way," replied the woman. "Pleased to meet you, my name is Eva." Jordan nodded. The bartender came up and took Eva's order and got a refill for Jordan. "This is not chance that we're meeting," explained Eva. "You and I have a lot in common. In some ways, I guess we could be considered sisters." Jordan did her best to stay composed as she absorbed Eva's words. "In fact, I have been expecting you," Eva continued. "Expecting me?" asked Jordan. The bartender placed the drinks down and stepped away. Eva picked up her glass and held it out. Jordan did the same and they touched glasses. "Well? Don't leave me hanging," said Jordan as she looked around to see if anyone could hear them. "You only started your changes recently?" asked Eva. Jordan nodded. "Last weekend. How did you know?" asked Jordan. "I sensed it," she replied. "What do you mean sensed it?" asked Jordan anxiously she slipped closer. "Did you do this to me?" "No, I didn't, and well, I didn't know it was you specifically, but I sensed that someone had started their transformation," she replied. "It's hard to explain as it has only happened to me once before. I got a sensation that told me someone was changing. I knew that they would be drawn to the largest gambling location. So I've been here for the past few days waiting for you. The same thing happened to me when I first changed over ten years ago." Jordan took a long drink of her wine. "Please go on," Jordan begged as she set her glass down, barely holding in her emotions. "I am just passing on the favor that was done for me, several years ago, and one that you will do someday in the future," continued Eva. "What do you mean?" asked Jordan. "If you want to know who or what caused this, or why it happened, I have no idea, neither did my mentor. I merely want to educate you on what you are," continued Eva. "Okay, so what are we?" asked Jordan. "I guess there are many names to describe what we are, but what is the first thing that comes to your mind?" asked Eva. "Please don't tell me you're going to go all Yoda-like on me and answer a question with a question," replied Jordan with a smile. Eva laughed as she picked up her glass. "Sorry, you're right, but answer my question," said Eva. Jordan thought about it for a moment before answering. "I told the guy I helped this morning I was Lady Luck," replied Jordan. "That's as good a description as any. We bring luck to others. Granted most of the time it involves gambling, but it is what we do," said Eva. "I found that I accepted my changes almost immediately, was that the same for you?" asked Jordan. "Yes it was, in fact it happened as I was having sex with a man for the first time," replied Eva. "I guess it makes it easier to accept this immediately." "And I also assume the sex also has something to do with my transformation?" asked Jordan. Eva nodded. "It seems to speeds up the process both mentally and physically, although it looks like you've peaked physically ... for now," she said. "And the sex?" asked Jordan. "Is it a way to break free and act as a relief valve for both parties?" "Oh very good, it took me much longer to figure that one out," said Eva. "It also makes them forget us, unless you want to stay close. They will remember that they had a great night but the details will be vague, unless we want them to remember, like that handsome man I saw you with last night." "His name is Dave and he's my best friend, he was also my first," confessed Jordan. "He's been very supportive since all this started." "I'm pleased to hear that," replied Eva. Jordan took a sip of her wine. "I hope I'm not overwhelming you with questions, but this is such a relief to meet someone like you." "Don't worry about asking questions, I was the same way when I met my first sister...maybe even worse," replied Eva. "Ask away." Jordan glanced around. "What about my...clitty?" she asked. "Does that change too?" Eva smiled back. "Not for a while. I had my...clitty, for almost 3 years before it transformed," she answered. "Um, are you complete?" asked Jordan. Eva nodded. "Yes. I think it allows us to establish a new life, before becoming fertile," she replied. "Oh, I'm married now and have two lovely children, and yes pregnancy was wonderful. We're thinking of having a third." Jordan sat back and let Eva's words sink in. Eva then showed Jordan her phone and the picture of her with a handsome man and two beautiful daughters. "Don't worry, you have years before you have to deal with that," explained Eva. "But just so you know, if you think sex is good now, just wait until you get your vagina." Jordan immediately picked up her glass and emptied it. "So what happens now?" asked Jordan as she stared at her empty glass. "You use your skills, but you have to learn to be careful. The casinos suspect we exist, but there's not much they can do against us. But if we target them too much they could kick you out," explained Eva. "They can always accuse you of card counting.' "It's weird, but I sort of sensed that," replied Jordan. "Good to hear, always trust your instincts," replied Eva as she motioned for the bartender. "What about the men?" asked Jordan. Eva smiled back. "First, it won't always be men. Second, we sort of bewitch them, so they rarely give us any trouble, just like ones you've been with and how your gender isn't an issue," she explained. "Is that why they also don't mind giving us part of their winnings?" asked Jordan. "Exactly," replied Eva. "Oh and you don't have to worry about STDs, we're immune to them, I guess it because sex is such a part of our lives now." The bartender brought over the next round of drinks. "Oh and another benefit, you will feel no more than a mild buzz from alcohol, it allows you to keep your mind clear," explained Eva. "I've been told the same applies to recreational drugs, but I haven't tried them, other than the occasional joint." Jordan looked at her drink. "So that explains that," said Jordan. "Um, so we're here to give good luck to others, have sex with them and get paid?" "Pretty much, not a bad trade off for losing our masculinity," she replied. "We do get to help people and you can always use your wealth for good, so that may be our purpose in life now." "Do you still do it?" asked Jordan. "I mean go out looking for guys like I am doing tonight" Eva smiled. "My husband knows what I am, and accepts me for what I am. He also understands that I don't have a choice. Granted the urges are less frequent now that I am married. We use the money to give ourselves a wonderful lifestyle. I have also put several family members through college and we help local charities," said Eva. "I am legally a woman in all ways. Back in Seattle, I am a well-respected wife, mother and business owner. I only go out once a month with my husband. We pick a different city and casino every month, but my favorite place is here. I love my husband, but I still go out with others when I'm here." "He really doesn't mind?" asked Jordan. "It may seem strange, but he doesn't. Jordan, he met me before I changed completely. He knows that I am different and accepts it. I also love him dearly and I know that I always will," explained Eva. "The same will happen to you some day." "I hope so. I have to get my legal status resolved first," replied Jordan. "How did you do it?" "You'll find that people will feel naturally compelled to help you. Again, it probably has something to do with our transformation," she replied. Jordan nodded. "I have already noticed that. I'm already out at work and everyone has been so supportive. They totally believe that I am transgendered and the background story I created." "My you are a fast one!" stated Eva. "Anyway, I want to help you as you need it." "Thank you," replied Jordan. "Oh, one more thing, you can also use your luck to punish. There will times when you will sense someone who needs a dose of bad luck. I last did it against a guy who had dumped his wife for his secretary. I helped him lose his money and the following weekend I helped his ex- wife win the lottery." "Oh, I like the sound of that," said Jordan with a sly grin on her face. "There are times when you may meet someone who isn't nice to you. Don't hesitate to get back at them. They need to know that Karma is a bitch," added Eva. Jordan nodded. "Most of the time you'll end up with someone who you can help, in more ways than one," said Eva. She then told Eva about her time with Kevin. "Oh we're going to be great friends," said Eva. They then traded phone numbers and email addresses. "I'll call you tomorrow and we can have lunch and talk some more. I'm sure you have many more questions, I remember I did," said Eva. "I do and I look forward to lunch tomorrow," replied Jordan. "And in the future, I will also introduce you to the rest of your sisters. Now, I have to go, my husband is waiting for me at The Hard Rock," said Eva. "I also suspect that you need to get out there." "I was hoping we could talk more," said Jordan. "I only have a few thousand more questions." "We will. Now you need to go out and spread some luck around," replied Eva. She then leaned over and gave Jordan a kiss on the cheek. Chapter 25 Jordan sat at the bar for a while soaking in what Eva had told her. It was a shock that she was not alone, but it made her feel happy. She wasn't alone with what was happening. She then began to scan the casino; it was time to go to work. She paid for her and Eva's drinks and left a sizable tip for the bartender. Jordan then began to slowly move around the casino. A strange sensation hit her, as she walked around, as if she was being guided to the right person. She passed several people she recognized as professional athletes and other celebrities, but they had enough going for them she thought. No, she felt her self being drawn to someone who needed some good fortune that night. She then saw a rather handsome man at one of the blackjack tables. Watching from a distance she could tell very quickly that he was having a bad night gambling. She watched as he lost several hands in a row. He was wasn't playing stupidly or being over aggressive; it was just that the cards seemed to be against him. Thankfully the table wasn't very crowded and she was able to sit down to his right. He glanced over at her and then back at his cards. Jordan shrugged her shoulders and bided her time. "How's it going tonight?" she asked the man. "Sucks," he muttered with looking at her. Jordan sighed. "Sorry I asked," she replied. The man then turned to her and paused before talking. "I'm so sorry, that was rude. My name's Mick," he said as he extended his hand. "Nice to meet you Mick," she replied. "I'm Jordan, and it's okay...I hate losing too." He smiled back at her and laughed. "Yeah, I hate losing, I don't know why I gamble," he confessed. "Maybe it's because you're hoping that Lady Luck will cross your path some night," she replied. "Could be," he replied. "Are you Lady Luck?" Jordan leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Could be," she stated. On his next hand he had a blackjack. He glanced over at her. "Tell me that just didn't happen," he exclaimed. Jordan shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe your luck has changed," she replied. Okay, she thought, play it down, you're being a little too obvious. He won eight of the next ten hands he played and his stack of chips began to grow. He also became more pleasant and soon they were engaged in a playful conversation as the night progressed. Jordan was pleased to see that he wasn't wearing a wedding ring. She wasn't ready to sleep with a married man. As they talked she learned that Mick was in town after attending a business meeting in LA. He was flying back to Chicago the next day. "I should have known that you were good luck just by your name," he said. "I grew up a huge Bulls fan." Jordan leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. While Jordan was breaking even as she played, Mick was accumulating a large pile of chips. She estimated that he was now up over $10,000. Jordan also noticed that she was starting to get aroused. "So what are you plans for the rest of the night?" he asked. "Depends," she replied. "Depends... on what you want to do." He pulled her close and kissed her gently on the lips. "That was nice," she said. "It was, wasn't it?" he replied. "Tell you what, let's play for another hour and then we could go have a drink." Jordan subtly placed her hand on his thigh and moved up to his groin. "Or we could go up to my suite and have some champagne," he said. Jordan smiled back. "Ten more hands," she said. "Deal," he replied. She kissed him on the lips and then whispered in her ear "Good Boy." Chapter 26 Jordan left Mick's room and headed back to her room. Mick had been fun to be with and quite enjoyable in bed too. She waited until she got back to her room to count her earnings. Even with the money she had spent on clothes and personal care, it was turning out to be a profitable weekend. She cleaned up, but was too keyed up to go to bed, it was still too early. She really was becoming a night person and there was no better place to be one than Vegas. So after a quick shower, she picked out a new outfit. She went more a more casual look and went with a short denim skirt, a great pair of black cowgirl boots that she had just bought, and pink colored top, which was low cut and showed off her cleavage. She reapplied her makeup to match her outfit and checked her hair. Jordan smiled as she inspected herself before heading out. It was amazing how with a few small changes, her look could be so different. She decided that since she was going to a different casino, she would need a jacket so she grabbed her new denim jacket. A short time later she walked into the gaming room of the casino she had picked out. It was just a few blocks away from the casino were she was staying, but she doubted she would run into anyone who had seen her earlier, besides she had a totally different look than before. She sat down at the bar and before she could order a man sat down next to her. He was dressed casually in jeans, well-worn cowboy boots, a dark green and black checkered shirt and a weathered black Stetson. Around his neck he had a silver chain with a small piece of polished turquoise hanging from it. Jordan estimated he was in his late thirties or early forties. He had the weathered look of a man who worked outside most of his life. The man had a thick but neatly groomed moustache, which like his hair was showing some premature gray. It was obviously that he was no dress-up cowboy, and Jordan immediately found him very handsome. "Miss, will you please allow me to buy you a drink?" he asked. His voice was deep and steady and it reminded her a little of Sam Elliot the actor. Jordan looked at him and smiled back. He also had very nice blue eyes she thought. "I'd love that, thanks," she replied. She noticed he was drinking a beer and she told him she could go for one of those too. "A woman after my own heart," he replied as he motioned to the bartender. "I'm Jim." "I'm Jordan, pleased to meet you Jim," she replied. He took her hand into his own and smiled back at her. The beers arrived and they were soon chatting. Jim said he worked on a ranch and that he came into Las Vegas regularly to relax. "I usually just play cards by myself, which is why I come in here so late. I'm not into competing with crowd. I also don't feel the need to dress up just to play cards so most women here ignore me. But when I saw you, I knew I had to try and that's why I moved in so quickly," he explained. "And that's more talking than I do in the average day." Jordan smiled back as she found herself charmed by personality. "Have you been playing tonight?" she asked. He nodded "A little, I like blackjack, what about you?" he replied. "I just got here, but blackjack is my favorite game," she replied honestly. "I never figured out craps, roulette is a game of chance, slots are boring, and I have a lousy poker face." "But a very lovely one," he countered. Jordan broke laughing again. "Oh you are a charmer. My mom warned me about cowboys, but then again she warned me to stay out of casinos," replied Jordan wondering what her mother would think of her right now. Jim smiled back. "Well, I love a girl who is comfortable in boots and denim in a casino. The one thing your outfit is missing is a hat, no make that a Stetson," he noted. "True," she responded. "A bit too late to get one tonight." He shook his head. "Nonsense, the stores here never close...just like everything else. Come with me, I have a surprise for you," he said. He took her gently by the hand and they walked out of the casino to the stores. In the window of one of the boutiques was a beautiful women's black Stetson with a thin silver hat band. "It's obviously not a custom hat, but it looks perfect for you," he explained. "In fact when I saw it earlier this evening I was hoping to find someone to wear it." Just as he had predicted it fit perfectly. She was about to buy it, but Jim insisted on paying for it. "No please let me Jordan," he said. "As you wish," she replied. "Whenever I wear it, I'll think of you." "That's the plan," he replied as he flashed his charming smile. They walked back together into the casino and found a high stakes blackjack table that had two open seats next to each other. There was another couple at the table who didn't seem pleased to see Jim and Jordan. The man was in his fifties and was wearing an expensive suit. He also had a gold Rolex on his wrist; more to show off his wealth than to tell time. To complete the look he had several gold rings on his large pudgy fingers. He was thirty or more pounds overweight and his hair was dyed to hide his gray. Although Jordan thought it was a cheap dye job. Jordan judged the woman to be at least half his age and her body was the product of modern surgery. She could tell that the woman had breast implants. She was also wearing several pieces of gaudy but expensive jewelry. Jordan would also tell that she was not a natural blonde as her roots were showing. Not that it mattered to her, considering her own physical transformation, but she didn't like the woman's attitude of looking down on others. Together they looked like extras from a bad movie about the mafia thought Jordan. The couple was trying to set an image that they were better than everyone else there. He was drinking expensive single malts and the woman was drinking some sort of overpriced mixed drink. They both looked at Jim and Jordan with disdain for just drinking beer... and domestic beer at that! The man told to the woman that it was probably because it was all they could afford just loud enough for Jim and Jordan to hear. It was also soon obvious that they both had too much to drink. Jordan sensed that they were probably assholes sober too. The snide insulting comments, again just loud enough for Jim and Jordan to hear, continued as the night progressed. She was getting annoyed by it, but Jim stayed calm. He turned and winked at her as if to say just disregard them. While she admired Jim's ability to ignore the insults, she decided to save time and dislike them immediately. As the hands were played it was obvious that Jim was an excellent player and the couple was not. Oh they won some hands, but they played too inconsistantly to accumulate a large pile of chips. The man in the suit continued to make insulting comments to his lady friend about Jim and Jordan. His voice was now louder and he no longer cared if Jim and Jordan heard. He made a comment about how he wondered if someone brought their horse into the casino as it smelled like manure. The woman added that the least the casino could do was to keep the lower classes away from the tables for the civilized people. Again Jim just winked at Jordan and continued to play. Jordan realized that Jim probably didn't need her help, but she gave it anyway, just to piss off the man in the suit. She wanted Jim to win big, just to put it in the face of the man in the suit. She shifted her seat so she could slip her arm around his waist. As the night progressed, the man in the suit was obviously getting more upset over Jim's winnings rather than his own losses, which were now sizable. He was also getting annoyed that his insults were being ignored by Jim. He said loudly that it was obvious that Jim was too stupid to know he was being insulted. So he then decided to change tactics and shift his fire towards Jordan. The man leaned over and whispered in the ear of the woman who laughed out loud in an obnoxious manner. She then turned and looked at Jordan. "Excuse me Honey, if you don't mind, could you tell me who did your breasts, they look so natural," asked the woman in a very sarcastic tone. Jordan could smell the alcohol on her breath; still she couldn't let this insult go unchallenged, so she leaned over and smiled pleasantly back. "Mother Nature," Jordan replied in a soft innocent tone as she flaunted her breasts. "But since you're interested, I do know the name of a good surgeon as whoever did your breasts should give you a refund, they look as fake as the color of your hair." Jim was taking a drink of his beer and almost spit it back out. Jordan noticed that the dealer fought back a laugh. While some of the people standing close didn't hold in their laughter. The woman's face turned red with rage and embarrassment. "Well at least I'm not a cheap slut," countered the woman angrily. "No, you look like more you like a high paid whore," replied Jordan as she batted her eyes back at the woman. "Come on my dear, I think it's time we go find another table," Jim stated as he gathered up his chips. While Jim was enjoying the show, he didn't want it to escalate any more. He then handed the dealer some chips and thanked him. "Running away?" asked the man in the suit with a sneer on his face. "Fuck, you're so fucking stupid that you never realized I've been insulting you all night. Why not ride your horse back to your trailer and take your slut with you!" The man stood up suddenly and immediately he made a huge mistake, as Jim turned and stared him down. The man found himself having to steady himself by holding onto the table from a combination of alcohol and fear. Jim moved right up to him and stared into his eyes. "Mister, I'm not running away. I'm having too much fun this evening with my lady and I don't want to end it for being arrested for assault. Not that I wouldn't enjoy beating the hell out of you ...not that it would take much more than one punch," he replied in a low but firm manner. "And Mister, I can take your insults, I've heard worse, but you and your friend insulted the lady I'm with and that was uncalled for. You've poked the bear enough tonight. Let it go." The man flopped back into his chair, all while staring at Jim, too afraid to take say anything in return. He nervously pulled out a handkerchief and wiped away the sweat on his forehead. "I bet she's still a whore," the woman muttered. Jordan turned and glared back at the woman. She could feel Jim's hand on her arm to pull her away. A strange sensation swept through her as if strong energy was building up inside her body "He can let it go, but I can't! Neither of you will win another hand the rest of the time you're in Vegas...EVER AGAIN," she cursed angrily to them. She then felt what could be best described as a flow of energy from her body. Jim gently put guided her away to another table. They sat down and began to play some more. Jordan felt her rage evaporate and she was once again in a great mood. "Poke the bear?" she asked with a smile. "My Dad always used that with me and my brothers, it was always the last warning," he said as he ordered two more beers. "And did you always stop poking the bear?" Jim smiled back. "A boy has to learn somehow," he replied. "Oh, and speaking of comments, what about that remark you threw their way?" Jordan rubbed her chin as if she was thinking "Would you believe me if I told you that my grandmother was a Gypsy fortune teller and she taught me curses?" she asked with an innocent look on her face Jim laughed and shook his head. "Honey, I've worked on a ranch my whole life, and if there's anything I know, it is bullshit." "You got me," she replied with a shrug. "No, it was classier than telling them to fuck off." He broke out laughing loudly. "I knew I'd like you from the moment I saw you. I love a woman who has spirit." A few minutes later a man in a suit came over to their table. Jordan could see he obvious worked at the casino as he had a nametag on his suit, and he was also carrying a handheld radio. She also noticed several security guards standing a few feet behind the man. Jordan wondered if they were in trouble, but was distracted for a moment when she heard the man in the suit swearing loudly. His face was red and appeared to sweating proficiently. He threw down his cards angrily. The casino man stopped next to Jim. "Excuse me Mr. Harris; I'm Thomas Greene, the night casino manager. I just want to apologize for any problems you and your guest may have just experienced. If you would like I can have the party in question removed." Jim turned and smiled back at him. "Tom, that won't be necessary. Besides by the way they're playing they're going to make you folks a lot of money tonight," replied Jim in a friendly manner. "But thank you for your concerns. May I please have one of your cards?" Thomas immediately pulled out a card out of his coat pocket and handed it to Jim. "Thank you Mr. Harris for being so understanding," replied Tom. "Thank you Tom, I will remember you. Oh and compliments to the young man dealing at that table, he handled himself quite well," added Jim. "He deserves a raise." "Thank you Mr. Harris and as always we appreciate your stay," thanked Tom. "I will note your comments about Dennis and pass it up the chain." After Thomas left, Jordan looked at Jim and tapped him on the shoulder. "Okay, please explain that to me," she stated with a grin on her face. "Well, my dear, I come here almost every month, and have for years. Oh, I do work on a ranch, I just also happen to own that same ranch. I just like to play it low key as I just want to come here, play some cards and maybe have fun. I also give my workers trips down here regularly, in fact they keep a group of rooms available for me on short notice," explained Jim as he looked at his cards. "You... own a ranch?" she asked half in shock. "I inherited it. My great grand-pappy founded it and it's been passed down ever since. I was also taught that just because a man acquires wealth, he shouldn't let it change him," he replied. "I don't see a reason to throw money around just so people are impressed. Besides, I prefer wearing jeans and boots and I like being comfortable when I'm relaxing. Suits are for board meetings." Jordan shook her head. "Well you fooled me, but it doesn't change my opinion of you. I liked you from the beginning," replied Jordan. "Plus you bought me this wonderful hat." "I feel the same way about you, although I haven't figured you out yet," he responded. "Obviously you're here to have fun, but there's something else. Nothing bad, but I haven't figured it out yet." Jim turned and played his hand, splitting on a pair of kings. Jordan watched as he won both hands. "I do have to admit that this the most fun that I've had in a long time here. The cards are in my favor and I'm with a beautiful sassy lady," he stated as he played his next hand. Jordan shifted her seat closer to him and he slipped her arm around her. This one felt different. Yeah the sex had been fun with all her previous partners, but she didn't really feel anything for them. Dave was different, but she had too much history with him as a friend. Was she falling for Jim? They played for another hour. Jordan noticed that the man in the suit and his woman left in an angry mood. She wondered how much they lost, not that it bothered her; after all, they started it. "So, would I be too forward to ask you up to my room for a drink?" asked Jim. "I have an excellent bottle of Bourbon in my room." "No, not at all," replied Jordan. "In fact, I was hoping you would ask me." He then gently pulled her close and they kissed. Chapter 27 Jordan headed down to the restaurant to meet up with Eva. She wished that she could have slept in longer, but she also needed to talk to Eva, there were so many questions that needed answers. She was dressed in a floral sundress and sandals. The dress showed off her shapely body quite nicely. Jordan enjoyed the looks she got on her way to meet up with Eva. She was also wearing sunglasses to hide the glare of the afternoon sun. They met outside the restaurant and hugged as if they were longtime friends. "Up late?" asked Eva. "No, early, got to bed at six this morning," replied Jordan as she yawned. "Was he good?" asked Eva. "Oh yeah," replied Jordan. "I'll tell you about it when we're seated." A few minutes later they were seated and had their drinks. Jordan quickly drank down a glass of water and it was immediately refilled. "So, tell me about last night?" asked Eva. Jordan told her about Mick and then Jim. She spent most of the time on Jim. "You actually rode his cock cowgirl style waving your hat in the air?" asked Eva with a big smile on her face. Jordan nodded blushing. "I also had my boots on and I may have yelled Yee-Haw a few times. But it seemed like the thing to do at the time. Jim loved it and said it reminded him of an old song, 'Save a horse, ride a cowboy.' It was best orgasm that I've ever had...in either gender." Eva smiled back. "He said that he would love to get together again and he gave me his number and email address," continued Jordan. "Did you give him yours?" asked Eva. "I was going to but he wouldn't take it. He said that he wanted me to take my time with this. It's weird, but I think he knows what I am... whatever that is," explained Jordan. "I do want to be with him again." "It's possible. My husband Gabe said he felt something was different about me when we first met and not just because I had a penis. I got to together with him a few times over the years before we got serious," she explained. Jordan took a sip of her drink. "You have a while to go before that happens," said Eva. The waitress came up with their food. "So what happens now?" asked Jordan. "Even though your transformation seems complete for now, you're still adjusting, both mentally and physically. You will feel the urge to be in a casino at least weekly, sometime more frequently," said Eva as she ate her pasta salad. "That often?" asked Jordan. She then took a bite of her burger. Eva nodded. "You'll probably quit your job soon as it will lose all meaning. I only lasted a month, I sold insurance and it was no loss. I made enough from my new clients to have a great lifestyle," Eva continued. "By the way, you will have to claim the winnings for taxes." "So we don't escape the IRS?" asked Jordan. Eva shook her head. "Oh, when you do go fulltime Lady Luck, you'll only feel the urge to be with someone a few times a week. I mainly worked weekends," she explained. "The other reason that you'll want to quit your job is that we're not day people. It took me a while to adjust to going back to a normal lifestyle after becoming a parent." "You're right. I could have slept another couple of hours today," replied Jordan. "The plus side to this is that you get to indulge yourself in other interests. You will have plenty of free time to learn new skills. I've learned to play several musical instruments since I changed." "Well, I should learn to cook and learn to eat healthier," replied Jordan. "I know I shouldn't be eating this cheeseburger. But it tastes so good." "Oh yeah, don't worry about your dietary cravings right now, it is part of the transformation, your body needs lots of fuel," said Eva. "You'll know when to cut back. Enjoy it while you can." "That will please Jim. After we had sex, we went down for breakfast. He noted it was refreshing to see a woman who liked meat," added Jordan. "He sounds like a great guy," replied Eva. "He is. I still am confused why he and the others aren't fazed by the fact that I'm not a complete woman yet," admitted Jordan as she picked up a fry. "I've always wondered the same," replied Eva. "But I've never been hassled by anyone when I had my penis or clitty as you call it." "Are all our "sisters" former men?" asked Jordan. "All the ones I know are," replied Eva. "I guess it may have something to do with our powers or something, who know? While I would love to know some day, I don't give it much thought these days." "Okay, what about the curse or whatever I sent at those jerks?" asked Jordan. "It happens, just like I told you it would. It's not planned, but it comes up from time to time. I would say that you were justified by what you did." "So what happens now?" inquired Jordan. "First thing you need to do is to complete your legal transformation. I have already contacted a lawyer in LA who had helped me, and others like us to get out new gender identity. It will take a few weeks, which is super-fast when it comes to these sorts of things, but everything will be legal. Once you have a new license and birth certificate, you will be free to move around and establish your new life." "What will I owe the lawyer?" asked Jordan. "A night in Vegas?" "He prefers poker; he plays in some high stakes games. He's into the thrill of beating the others more than the money," she replied. "Don't worry; he'll explain it all to you." "So how do I help him? Most players don't like guests at the table," wondered Jordan as she ate another fry. "Sit directly behind him and concentrate on him, oh and by having sex with him whenever you can. I ended up giving him a blowjob during each break they took," explained Eva. "How many times?" asked Jordan. Eva held up three fingers. "Wow!" gasped Jordan. "Yep and it was worth it," Eva continued with a wink. "Oh and when he wins he'll give you a big cut, like I said he cares more about winning than the money. You'll see what I'm talking about when you meet him. He's a great guy." "Okay," said Jordan. She was now very intrigued by this lawyer. "I have a question for you, what about your family?" asked Eva. "How close are you to them and will this be stressful for you?" "To be honest it won't cause many problems. My parents got married because of me, they were both twenty. I was the only child and it's probably the other thing that kept them together. They divorced when I was ten. Neither was all that interested in being a parent then, so I bounced back and forth between them. Dad is remarried and lives in Florida, I think he's in real estate. I haven't seen him in two years. Mom has been married and divorced two other times and currently lives in Phoenix. We talk once or twice a year. I doubt they will raise any fuss over me becoming their daughter." "Sorry to hear that, you sound like you had a rough childhood," said Eva. "But it will make things easier." "I wasn't abused or anything like that; just not loved," replied Jordan sadly. "Well you have a sister now," said Eva as she extended her hands to Jordan. Jordan took then and smiled back. "I appreciate hearing that, it means a lot to me," thanked Jordan. "So any other questions?" asked Eva. "Yes, what about your family? How did they react to the change?" asked Jordan "My dad passed before I changed. My Mom then moved back to Japan. She had married Dad when he was stationed in Yokosuka Japan when he was in the Navy. Mom was confused by it all at first, but she has since accepted me as her daughter. We do stay in touch," replied Eva. "Does she know she's a grandmother?" asked Jordan. Eva nodded. "I told her that they froze some of my semen before I changed and Gabe's sister acted as the surrogate," replied Eva. "And she believed you? What am I saying, of course she did, just like everyone believes what we tell them about this," stated Jordan. "Who or whatever is responsible for this definitely thought of everything." "Pretty much," replied Eva. "So do you have any other questions?" Jordan rubbed her chin and then nodded. "Yeah, do you think the way I was started on this path is part of all this? I mean, the whole losing a bet and ending up dressed up as a woman in a casino chain of events?" asked Jordan. "It isn't any weirder than mine," replied Eva. "Six months before I bloomed, I was hit with strong urges to cross-dress. I found a site online that did makeovers here in Vegas. I planned a vacation here, paid some very nice women to transform me. I felt the strong urge to go into a casino and well, the rest is history." "You win," stated Jordan as she held up her glass. Eva glanced at her watch. "Well, I hate to cut this off, but I need to meet with Gabe in a few minutes, would you like to meet him?" asked Eva. "I'd love to," replied Jordan. Eva motioned for the waitress. "You picked up last night's tab so this one is one me," said Eva. Jordan shook her head "I've got this, it's the least I can do for everything you've told me," explained Jordan as she reached into her purse. "Thank you Jordan," replied Eva. A few minutes later Eva was introducing Jordan to her husband Gabe. Jordan immediately found Gabe very charming and could see how Eva fell for him. Gabe was a huge man at six foot six inches and was very muscular. He was born in Hawaii, but lived in the Seattle area ever since playing linebacker at The University of Washington. He had been drafted by the hometown Seahawks, but only played three seasons before knee injuries ended his career. He went back to college and got his MBA. He gave a Jordan a gentle hug as if he had known her for ages. "Eva told me about you, welcome to the family," he said with grin. "Thanks," replied Jordan. "I'm pleased to meet you too." They talked for a few minutes. "Call me when you get back home and settled in," said Eva. "As easy as this may all seem right now, there will be moments when you need to talk to someone." "I will, thank you," replied Jordan. Chapter 28 Jordan poked her head into the casino and looked around. She was debating what she was going to do that night when she saw the couple from the other casino. She doubted they would recognize her as she moved closer to them. She just wanted to see how they were doing. The man was now wearing a Hawaiian shirt that barely fit him. Judging by the sweat stains under his armpits, he was nor doing well. The woman was wearing a red tube dress that left nothing to the imagination. She didn't appear to be having as much fun as she had earlier. Jordan wondered why she hooked up with the man, who seemed to be such a pig. She watched him lose a few hands and was about to leave when she heard the man berate the dealer. Some of the other people got up and left the table in disgust. The man in the suit flung insults at them as they left. "What are you watching?" asked Eva. Jordan turned around and smiled at Eva and Gabe. She then pointed over to the couple. "Oh hi! Those are the jerks from last night, they're still losing and are just as obnoxious. I don't feel so bad about what I did now," she replied. "I'm surprised the casino hasn't tossed him." "Why would they do that? They like big losers like them, that's what built this place," noted Gabe. "I wish I knew who he was, he's such an asshole," added Jordan Overhearing her conversation, a distinguished elderly man dressed in a tailored suit moved closer to her. He was holding a gin and tonic. "Good observation young lady, for your information, that asshole's name is name is Sid Martinelli. He runs a bunch of strip joints back east with low level connections to the east coast mob. He comes out here a couple of times of year, thinks he's a high roller, but he's just a big loser. The local casinos back east let him win as he provides them with girls so he thinks he's good. But that doesn't fly out here. He's a rude arrogant buffoon. In the old days they would have dumped his ass out on The Strip and if he complained they'd put him in a hole in the desert." "And the woman?" asked Jordan. "His wife?" The man shrugged his shoulders. "He's always out here with a different one, probably one of the dancers from his clubs. She probably hoping to be the next Mrs. Martinelli... and then walk away with a nice divorce settlement," he explained with a sly grin. "But you didn't hear that from me." He then winked at Jordan and walked away. She smiled back at him. She felt the sudden urge to go join him. "Well, that was interesting," noted Jordan. "I wonder who that nice man is too." Eva laughed. "Jordan, that nice man was once in the mob. His name is now Victor and in the old days he probably put some people in those holes he was talking about," she replied. "But he is sweet and fun to be with now, if you know what I mean. I'm sure you will become friends with him." Jordan looked back at the man and shook her head in disbelief. Yes, her new life was going to be interesting. "I think it's time for me to have some fun," said Eva. "Gabe let's join the table. Jordan you hang back and watch, okay?" When Eva and Gage sat down Sid looked at them. "Watch out for this dealer," growled Sid loudly. "I wish they'd put someone here who knew their job." Hearing this, the floor manager replaced the dealer. Sid just glared at the new dealer. Jordan smiled at the fact this wouldn't change the man's luck. As the hands were dealt, Jordan noticed that everyone at the table was winning with the exception of Sid. She wondered how Eva pulled that off and decided to ask her about that later. Jordan wondered how long Sid would stay as he was losing every hand, especially with everyone else winning and having a wonderful time. He finally got up, and stormed away with the woman chasing after him. Seeing it was safe, Jordan walked over to the table. "Well, I see you're having a good time," she said. "Yes, I think we'll stay here for a while," said Eva. "Okay, I'll catch you later," she replied. She gave them each a hug and headed back to her room. Chapter 29 Jordan took a long hot bath. She had seen in the brochures that many of the casinos had rooms with larger bathtubs and she decided that the next time she would splurge on one. The hot water felt so good. As she soaked in the water she debated what to do next. She had made a good profit so far. Additionally she had met some new friends. Meeting Eva had been a blessing and now she had someone to talk to about everything that had been and would be changing in her life. Then there was Jim. She couldn't get him out of her mind. Yes she knew it was too soon to even think about a relationship, but she suspected that they would be together again soon. Then there was Dave. He was a great friend and had helped her in the first few days of her transformation. But she couldn't see herself in a relationship with him. There was too much history with him back when she was a guy. After she got out of the bath, she checked her phone and saw she had a text from Dave. He had just got in from playing golf and wanted to see how she was doing. She sat down on the edge of her bed and called him. "How'd you do?" she asked. "Not bad," he replied. "How're you doing?" "It's been interesting to say the least," she replied. "You want to have dinner together and maybe catch a show?" he asked. She thought about it for a moment. "I'd love that Dave," she replied. "I have a lot to tell you." Chapter 30 Instead of somewhere fancy, they decided to get a pizza. Jordan gave Dave a rundown of her weekend without going into detail about the sex. "So do you trust Eva?" he asked. "I don't see why not. What does she have to gain?" replied Jordan. "She has helped me so much so far. Just knowing that I'm not the only one like this is a huge relief." "You got a point," he replied. "So do you think you'll quit your job?" "I haven't thought about it that much. The nice thing about the job as it will give me a chance to adapt to my new life, plus I'll have medical and dental," she replied. Dave cocked his head and stared back at her. "You're worried about your health benefits?" he asked. "The job has never been that exciting to me, but it will be an island of normalcy for the time being. I can rotate between the local casinos and hit Vegas once a month. If the lawyer is everything Eva says he is, I'll have legal ID soon, so I can fly," explained Jordan. Dave grabbed another slice of pizza. "What bout you putting the whammy on that couple?" he asked. "Not sure if I really did anything, as they were both bad players, but if I did I don't feel any guilt over it," she replied. "If it really was me, I like using my powers to punish the jerks as well as helping people." She took another bite of her pizza. It wasn't too bad she thought. "Like helping out the college kid?" Jordan broke out in a big smile. "That was fun. I can think of a few guys back in college that I would have liked to put in their places and a few I would like to help." "So what do you want to do next?" asked Dave. "You want to catch a show?" "How much are you up?" she asked. Dave told her. "Let's see if we can double it," she replied. "Are you sure?" asked Dave. Jordan nodded. "Positive," she replied. "Okay, who am I to turn down a date with Lady Luck," he replied. "Do you want to change?" They were both dressed casually. Dave was in jeans and collared untucked long sleeve shirt. Jordan was wearing a floral dress and heels. "I'm good," she replied. "You're much better than good," he replied. Chapter 31 It was midmorning as they left Vegas heading south on I-15. "Well that was fun," she commented as she looked out the window. "And also extremely profitable." "It was," replied Dave. "You sure you don't want me to drive?" she asked as she yawned. "No, but thanks for asking," he replied. "You look like you could still use a few hours of sleep." "You're right, I could use some more sleep," replied Jordan as she looked out at the nothingness that stretched for miles in either direction. "I'm definitely looking forward to flying; I doubt I could take this drive very often." She adjusted her Stetson to keep the sun out of her eyes "Go to sleep, I'm fine," replied Dave. "Thankfully I have satellite radio." "I'm good, but thanks for the offer. Life is so weird," she said. "A couple of weeks ago I was just an ordinary guy, it an unexciting job and now I'm a woman who passes on good luck to people. And what's the strangest part of it, I'm okay with it all. It feels normal to do what I just did this past weekend." "I can add that whatever happened to you it obviously affects others around you. I totally accept you for what you are now," added Dave. "I also promise to keep your biggest secret to myself." "I appreciate that," she replied. "I'm also glad that I was able to help you the past two weekends. How did you make out?" "I can pay off all my debts, and put a big chunk into savings and investing," he replied. "Thank you very much." She turned and looked at him. "It was my pleasure," she replied. "You also helped me as I made my initial transformation, I do appreciate it. I can't imagine if the first time was with a stranger." Dave nodded. "I also hope you'll understand if we just stay friends from now on," she said. "I have the feeling I'm going to have a strange....well stranger life in the coming months, years...and I'd like to have someone I can just be friends with." "I understand and I want to be there for you when you need it," he replied. "Thanks," she replied. "So we can still watch football together?" he asked. "Just as long as you don't bet on the game," she replied with a wink. "You're no fun anymore," remarked Dave. Jordan looked over and gave him a playful punch in the arm. "Okay, I will still help you, every now and then. I will make it your next birthday present," promised Jordan. Chapter 32 Just as Eva had told her, Jordan found her job was becoming boring and it took a lot of effort to get through each day. What made it worthwhile was the interaction with other women. While her transformation gave her the skills to get by day-to-day as a woman, she knew she had a lot to learn about human interactions. She also wanted to have conversations not related to gambling and without wondering how the other person was in bed. To her delight and relief the women in her office fully accepted her into their group. At first she had to answer a lot of questions regarding her decision to come out as a woman. Thankfully she had thought this might come up and she had created a reasonable reply. While she hated lying to them, it was better than the truth, especially in this case. She had come up with the story that she had always wanted to be a woman and that the night the casino gave her the confidence to come out of the closet. To her amazement, they all appeared to accept her tale. What was harder to answer were the more detailed questions, like when she knew she was really a woman and things like that? While her cover story made everything plausible, she didn't like telling them lies. Still she answered them the best she could and she could sense that he coworkers were sympathetic to her situation. Jordan suspected that part of their acceptance was due to whatever changed her, she also knew that there was genuine care for her by her coworkers. Jordan also became more comfortable in asking them questions regarding fashion and other basic things a woman needed to know to get by in the world. It was a very eye-opening education. At home, she donated her entire male wardrobe to a local charity. Using some of her winnings, she gave her apartment an upgrade in furnishings. While she didn't go ultra-feminine, her place no longer looked like a young man lived there. She also replaced the living room furniture to match her new life. The lawyer that Eva recommended was very friendly and she drove up to LA on a Saturday morning to meet him. To her surprised he had most of the paper work already prepared. It only took a few hours before he had everything ready to be processed. The lawyer's name was Charles Martin and he was a junior partner in a large LA law firm. He was 42, African-American and had gone to law school after college and 6 years in the Marines. He was 6-2 and from Jordan could tell, was in excellent shape. As she waited for him to complete the forms, her mind wandered and she began to wonder what he would be like in bed. "I should have your new IDs back to you in a few weeks. The goes for the birth certificate as well. I have a friend in the city office where you were born who owes me a few favors," he explained. "A few weeks? Now I know there's magic involved with what happened to me. How else can you explain something that could speed up California governmental bureaucracy!" she replied with a laugh. "That and a lot of great connections," he added. Charles then explained that he did a lot of work on the side, mainly helping clients who were minorities or LGBT at low or no cost. Over the years he had acquired connections that could speed up legal processes. "Unfortunately I can't speed up Uncle Sam. You'll have to wait like everyone else to get a new Social Security Card. Once you have all your paperwork you can get your passport. I've never heard of any of my past clients having any problems," he continued. "So when do I pay you back?" she asked. Charles led her out of office and they sat out on his deck. Jordan sat down and took in the view. "Wow, now I see where lawyers put their money, this is wonderful," she exclaimed. "On a very clear day you can just see the Pacific," he replied. "There's a big poker game coming up soon and if you are free, I would love for you to help me," he explained. Jordan looked at him as she thought of the right way to phrase her words. "Charles, how do I put this politely, I appreciate your help, but I feel a little uneasy using my powers, or whatever you call them, to help in poker. It's one thing to help someone beat the house, but I feel different about beating other players," she explained. Instead of being angry, he just smiled back. "Eva was the same way. Let me explain about the game and if you still don't want to help me, we'll come up with another plan," said Charles. He described how the game was an annual event held by lawyers from various firms in Los Angeles. It was held over an entire weekend at a different location every year. This year's event would be held at an estate near Carlsbad. "I would never think of using someone of your unique skills for a regular game. I don't want to win this for the money. I want to win it for the status as it is a winner-takes-all tournament and it's a huge deal to be the winner. The game goes all the way back to the 1920's. Just to be invited is huge," he explained. Jordan just nodded as he talked. "Now, I am not included in their social circles, for a variety of reasons. I know that my firm hired me to make their firm look more diverse to the general public. I went to college on a NROTC scholarship. I went into the Marines and served in combat," he continued. "I know that I was initially invited as a joke, but I ended up winning that time, on my own, by the way." Charles then stood and walked over to the edge of his deck. "Jordan, I don't care about the money, although it is usually a large pot. There are only 25 players invited and each person puts up $10,000. It's a winner take all event. I have also won it three of the last seven years. Only once before have I used a woman of your talents to assist me. I'm good enough to win, but I want an edge this time. I've learned that five of the players this year are...how do I put this politely... a bit dated in their views on racial equality." "You mean that they are racist assholes?" asked Jordan He smiled back at her. "And that's their good side. Two work at my firm and the others work for another firm and I'd love to take their money. Now, I'm not exactly Robin Hood, but I use most of the winnings to help people in need. More importantly, I know beating them will piss them off to no end." "What about me being there? And they don't mind players bringing in dates?" she asked. "Actually it's expected that you show up with a beautiful woman on your arm, a woman who is not your wife or girlfriend," Charles replied. Jordan stood up and joined him "So a lot of working girls?" she asked. "Yes, plus mistresses," he replied. "So how will they take it when you have a woman like me with you?" Jordan asked. "I assume it will piss some of them off." He broke out laughing. "I certainly hope so. You will be a very lovely distraction to take their minds off the cards," he explained. "I know I can beat them in a regular game, but I suspect they have something planned. So I figure it will be nice to have an equalizer." "What else do I need to know?" "The game usually starts on Friday and is over by Sunday. They usually get a place with rooms for everyone so, bring a bag. Bring several changes of clothing ranging from formal to casual," he explained. "Since I'm supposed to be arm-candy, I suspect that my outfits should be sexy and revealing, right?" she asked. Charles nodded. "It's definitely an old-boys network there," he replied apolitically. "So no women players?" she asked. Charles laughed. "Sorry about that, but I was the first black guy to play in over twenty years. It may take a few more decades before a woman is invited," replied Charles. "What sort of place did they rent that holds over 50 people for a weekend?" she asked. "It's an estate that has the main house and there are a bunch of cottages. It's usually rented out as an upscale B&B," he replied. "We'll get our own room." Jordan nodded. "Look, if you really don't want to do this, I understand," he said. "No, I had my doubts earlier, but I want to do it now. I like the idea of going up against some racist morons. I want to help you win," she replied. Chapter 33 Jordan checked her car's GPS as she drove to find the location of the estate near Carlsbad. Just as Charles had said, it was huge. She had no idea the place had even existed. She knew that there were homes in the area that were owned by the rich, but this was amazing. She was stopped outside the gate and asked her name by security. Thankfully they didn't ask for ID. She drove up to the main house and was greeted by a young man who escorted her to her room. It was located in one of the small guest cottages. Charles had told her that they probably wouldn't have them in the main house. Charles arrived a few minutes after she did. "So do I make a suitable escort?" she asked. Jordan was dressed in a short red silk dress, stockings and high heels. The dress was cut low to show off Jordan's breasts. "You're stunning," he replied with a laugh. He was dressed neatly in a pair of black slacks and a white silk dress shirt. "You look great too," she replied. "So am I an escort or a mistress?" she asked. "Escort, I'm single and too junior to be able to afford a girl like you fulltime," he replied with a grin. Jordan playfully punched him in the arm.. He then took her arm and they walked together to the main house. Jordan was impressed; this was not the type of poker game she had expected when Eva first told her about it. The main room had a fully stocked bar, with a bartender. There was large buffet set up. They even had servers to deliver the food to the table. She suddenly remembered that the sandwich was named after a British nobleman who didn't want to stop gambling to eat. Looking around the room, she figured he'd approve. While the other players were polite, she could tell that several of them were less than happy to see that she was Charles's date. For the most part the women were all friendly and didn't care who was dating who. She soon found out that the majority of them were working girls, who were mostly interested in how much they would make that weekend. The rest were mistresses of some of the more senior players. The two different groups of women did not mix. It was going to be an interesting weekend she thought. It did bother her a bit that she might be seen as an escort, but it only made her want to see Charles win even more. There was an announcement that the games would start shortly. She wished Charles good luck and gave him a short but passionate kiss. One by one the player's names were called out and they were assigned to one of the five tables. Jordan casually found a seat as close Charles as she could. She wasn't sure about the range of her luck, but she could break the rules of the event by moving closer. "Okay, just as a review, here are the rules and they are pretty simple. The game is stud poker and it is winner take all. When you've won, you can take a break and enjoy the more pleasurable aspects of the weekend," announced an older man wearing a classic black tuxedo. His comment was greeted with howls of laughter. Jordan pretended to find it funny, inside she thought the man, and many of the others were sexist pigs. The other women for the most part sat down away from the games and didn't seem to care what was going on. They saw this as a very lucrative paycheck. "Now, the winner of each table will then play for the pot and for the honor of being the winner," the man continued. There was a round of applause by the men and the games started. Jordan had played poker a few times, but as a male it had never been much fun as she rarely won. Still after an hour of playing she could see who the good players were. There were only one or two real threats to Charles at his table. One was a very solid player, but he wasn't that intense. The other one was good and was very focused, but not in the same league as Charles. The other two would soon be out of the game, judging by the way they were playing, as they were too reckless. She was also impressed by the way Charles was playing. He had an excellent poker face and always seemed to know the odds of winning each hand. She wasn't sure if he needed her to win, but she was glad for any assistance she could provide if he needed it. Jordan also looked over at the other tables and could spot the other good players. She knew that being a good player wasn't always the key to winning. At one of the other tables she watched as a player drew four of a kind to beat one of the best players at the table. Three hours in Charles had a large stack of chips in front of him. Two of the other players were down to their last chips. She watched the next hand intensely. The man, whose name was Wallace, who was in second place, pulled out immediately. The two men with short stacks stayed in. Charles stayed in too, biding his time. The last player, who they called Aaron suddenly, pushed all his chips in. Wallace went all in and sat back to see what Charles would do. Charles casually looked at his cards and then at the pile in the center of the table, he shrugged and matched the bet. While Aaron's face didn't show an emotion, Jordan could sense he was nervous. When the cards were exposed, Charles had won the hand. "Damn!" exclaimed Aaron with a smile on his face. "I thought I had you this year Charles." He then extended a hand, which Charles shook, as he did with the other two men. "Better luck next time," replied Charles. Aaron made a motion as if he was tipping his hat as he left the table. The other two men begrudgingly shook Charles's hand. It was now down to Charles and Wallace. Charles gave Jordan a wink as if to let her know that the remaining player was one of the five. The dealer asked them to shake hands, which they did, although Jordan could tell that neither liked each other. Chapter 34 Two hours later, it appeared to be coming down to the next hand. Wallace and Charles had been going back and forth with neither making much headway over the other. There was a large stack of chips in the center and after looking at his cards, Wallace cracked a smile and went all in. Charles looked at his hand for what seemed like an eternity. Jordan wasn't sure what he was about to do. If he didn't follow what Wallace did he would be down huge and probably wouldn't last more than a few hands. With each passing moment Wallace seemed more confident in victory. Jordan wondered if she was close enough to help Charles. Charles let out a sigh and pushed his remaining chips into the center. By now there was a small crowd of the defeated players watching the game intensely. Even those still playing paused to watch was about to happen next. Wallace turned his hand over and smiled. It was a four of a kind, made up of tens. Charles then began to show his cards one at a time. Jordan didn't have to see the hand to know Charles had won as she saw the color disappear from Wallace's face. On the table was the five, six, seven, eight and nine of spades, a straight flush. Wallace slumped down in his chair in disbelief. Many of the other players congratulated Charles. Charles extended his hand to Wallace, who stared at it for a moment before standing up and shaking it. "I had you," mumbled Wallace. "It was a good game," replied Charles. The man in the tux, who Jordan now knew as Mr. Carter, announced to the rest that Charles was the first winner of the night. "I'll ensure your chips are moved to the main table Charles. That was a well-played hand," he said extending his hand to Charles. "Thank you sir," he replied as they shook hands. Charles then sought out Jordan and hugged her. Chapter 35 Jordan and Charles sat together drinking champagne as they watched the other games. "I have the feeling that you didn't need my help," whispered Jordan. "What makes you say that?" he asked. "I don't feel that aroused," she replied with a laugh. "We'll have to change that," he replied as he gave her a kiss. "I'm also not sure of what my range is for helping you," she confessed. "I wish we could have tested it first." "Not a problem," he replied. "I have faith in you." "So how long do we need to stay here?' she asked. "I need to stick around to see who the other winners are. It's a tradition of the game. We're judged by how we act when we win or lose." "When do you think it will be over?" asked Jordan. "In a bit, three of the other tables will be done in the next ten minutes," he noted. "And the fifth?" she asked. "Another hour," he replied. "There are a lot of new players this year and most of them should have stayed home." Just as Charles had predicted, the room was now down to one last table and that one only had three players left. Charles then told Jordan about the winners. The first was a man in his mid-thirties. He was Harrison Carter and was the youngest son of the man running the event. Harrison had worked at the same firm as Charles, but had recently left to join another firm. Charles also noted that Harrison was one of the five. "Harrison is a tough player, it's too bad he doesn't put the same effort into his job," said Charles. "He left the firm under strange circumstances; rumors were that he had blown a case due to negligence." The next player was 61-year-old George Williamson. He was one of the senior attorneys at the firm. Charles said he was an excellent attorney and for the most part a decent human being. It was his idea to hire Charles and he had been his mentor. "He's the wild card so far as he plays against the odds, and he often wins," said Charles The third player was named Travis Grant. He was in his mid-forties and was carrying a few too many pounds. Charles said that he had had a small heart attack the previous year. He was a lawyer from the other firm and was known for doing whatever it took to win a case, even if it meant bending the law. "He's not well liked by other lawyers who go up against him and when he gets disbarred there won't be too many tears," said Charles. "He's a good player, but a horrible loser. I was hoping he didn't get in the final table. Then again he was probably hoping the same about me. I also suspects he cheats and is pretty good at it." Jordan snugged up close to him. "Okay another question, how did you ever get invited to this?" "This game is big a deal and some people wait years for an opportunity to play in it. I suspect the first time was as a joke, to show equality, but no one expected me to win. But I made it to the final table, which means an automatic invitation to the next year's game. What blew their collective minds was that I won and therefore gained a lifetime membership," he explained. "Jordan, not everyone here is a jerk, many are good men who want to see change. I am making connections and even a few friends. See that older man over by the buffet, the one in the maroon colored sport coat?" "How can I miss him," replied Jordan. "That is one ugly coat." Charles laughed. "It may be, but it's his lucky coat. That man is Roger Abernathy, and he is a municipal judge, but when he was still a working lawyer he won this event five times. He's also the one who is helping expedite your paperwork." "Really?" she asked as she looked over at Roger. "His granddaughter transitioned five years ago when she was attending USC. I helped her with her paperwork and helped her to bond with her grandfather. He's now very sympathetic to LGBT causes." "I'll be damned" replied Jordan. "Oh look," said Charles as he pointed to the last table. The last three players were all standing as all the chips were in the center of the table. Charles and Jordan moved closer with the rest of the players to see who was going to win. The first player exposed his cards to show a full house, His smile quickly evaporated as the next player laid down four fives. The last player quickly exposed his hand to show four sixes. After Charles congratulated him, he returned to Jordan. "Okay who is he?" she asked. "He's Kevin Sutherland, he's a damn good lawyer and an excellent poker player. He won a few years ago." "And what else about him?" asked Jordan. "Not a bad lawyer, but he's selective about who he defends. He has ties to several right-wing groups and probably a white supremacist group or two," he explained. "These are facts, as I know someone who is investigating him. He's considering a political career and the public should know his beliefs." "Oh, he must love you being here," said Jordan. Charles smiled back at her. "No, I'm sure he doesn't. He also doesn't care for you either," said Charles. In fact he probably hates you more." "Why, just because I'm with you?" she asked. "In his eyes, I can't help who I am, but you had a choice and you went against your race," he replied. "Even though I'm supposed to be a working girl?" she asked. "Doesn't matter to his kind," replied Charles. She glanced over at him. "But we have nothing to worry about, he's too smart to do something in the open," replied Charles. "I feel safer just being with you," she replied. "May I have your attention," stated Mr. Carter. "This was a new record, the fastest the preliminary round has been completed. Therefore enjoy the rest of the evening; the final round will start tomorrow at noon." Jordan looked at her watch; it was almost two in the morning. She looked at Charles, smiled and then slipped her arm around her waist. Charles smiled back at her and they headed back to their cottage. She was aware of the looks of some of the men in the room, some were looks of envy and few were looks of disdain. She was shocked by this as she had long become used to seeing interracial couples. It made her want to see Charles win the tournament more than ever. Chapter 36 Charles relaxed on the bed as he waited for Jordan to come out of the bathroom. He knew that he should be thinking about the upcoming game, but his mind kept shifting back to how sexy Jordan looked that evening. It was a good thing she had sat behind him when he played or he would have been distracted. He knew from being with Eva that the good luck power that they had was real. He knew he was a strong enough player to win most of the time, but he liked having a edge in a game like this. He suspected that Travis cheated, but he hadn't figured out how. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door opening. Jordan stepped out dressed all in red. She was wearing stockings, a garter belt and lace teddy that barely covered her large breasts. She walked slowly towards him and climbed onto the bed. She moved slowly towards him on all fours. Charles couldn't take his eyes off of her. Without a word, she reached down and began to slowly stroke his cock. Charles let out a sigh and then a gasp of pleasure as she began to kiss and lick his hardening cock. For Jordan, she acted on instinct as she began to take Charles's large cock into her mouth. It was if she had done this her whole life. She knew exactly how to bring maximum pleasure to him. Maybe all those men who thought she was a prostitute weren't that far off. While she was enjoying herself and loved being with Charles, this was also a job. She was hired by Charles to be with him that weekend. The strange thing was that this didn't bother her. His cock was about nine inches long when fully erect, but it also was thick. Still, Jordan found that she was able to take it all the way into her mouth. She looked up at Charles as she took him all the way into her mouth and could see that he was thoroughly enjoying it. Jordan began to work his cock in an increasingly faster movement, taking his cock all the way in and out. As she did, she used her tongue to increase his pleasure. Charles reached down and gently guided her head with his hands. He had been with many women, but Jordan was one of the best at oral he had ever experienced. He wondered if she was as talented with her ass- pussy, but that was for later, for now, he was enjoying the moment. Jordan worked his cock, sensing that he would soon be ready to climax. She knew he would need a relief from the intensity of the game. Charles tried to hold back, but Jordan was too good at her work and he could feel that he was about to climax, Jordan sensed that same things and a moment later she felt his cock begin to pulsate. He let out a loud moan as he came. Jordan kept at it and swallowed his seed as it filled her mouth. Charles lay back and let her finish up and lick his cock clean. Jordan looked up and at him and licked her lips. "I'll be right back," she said as he got up and headed to the bathroom. She returned a few minutes later, climbed next to him and cuddled up to him. "That was amazing," he said. "You were incredible, thank you." "My pleasure," she replied. "I can't wait to make love to you," he said. "I think you should get some sleep," she said. "You need to have a clear head. I will be with you afterwards, win or lose." "I'm going to win," he said. She kissed him. "Of course you are," she replied. Chapter 37 Jordan noticed a slightly smaller crowd in the main room as the game was about to begin. Charles told her that some of the losers from the previous night probably wouldn't stick around. He also said it was a mistake as they wouldn't be invited back for failing to show good sportsmanship. She was dressed in a low cut floral pattern sun dress and open-toed high heels and she drew a lot of attention from the remaining crowd. A few of the other women came up to her and talked to her, although Jordan felt it was a bit like an interrogation. A few asked her how Charles was in bed, she replied magnificent. One asked her if she was looking for work as her escort firm was always looking for a woman like her. Jordan politely declined. While it bothered her that most of the men there, and many of the woman thought she was an escort or worse, she did realize that it also meant that they underestimated her. Jill had told her that femininity could be a powerful weapon when needed and Jordan was starting to understand what Jill meant. Jordan excused herself, walked over and gave Charles a long passionate kiss for good luck and then took her seat behind him. A waiter brought her a glass of champagne. Jordan noticed that Harrison and Travis gave her dirty looks and this made her happy. She wanted to give Charles as many advantages as possible. If they were pissed that Charles was with a beautiful woman like her, all the better, as it would distract them from the game. When the game started, almost all the women congregated outside by the pool to drink and gossip. The only other women still inside, were those whose dates insisted they stay close by. Jordan could see that they were generally bored and wishing they were somewhere else. She hoped that they were being paid a lot of money. The first hour not much happened, as the players were feeling each other out. The tension began to build with each hand as if everyone was waiting for someone to make a big move. Several hands later the pot began to quickly grow as three of the players began to raise each other. The three players were Charles, Travis and Harrison. Jordan watched and as the hand progressed. Harrison must have been bluffing because he cut his losses and folded, leaving just Charles and Travis. She remembered Charles saying that he suspected that Travis being a cheat so she watched him intensely. As if he could sense, it, Travis glanced over to see Jordan staring at him. He looked down at his cards and then at Charles. He then looked up at Jordan again. Nervously he pulled out a handkerchief and mopped sweat off his brow. For a moment he hesitated and when he saw Jordan's gaze, he quickly pocketed it back in his coat pocket. Jordan threw a sly smile back at him as she thought she caught the outline of a card in the handkerchief. She then slowly shook her head as if to warn him not to do it. When the cards were exposed, Charles had won the hand and Jordan sat down. After that hand the other players were acting like sharks sensing blood in the water and went after Travis. He was out of the table thirty minutes later. When he was done he shook hands with the others and cast dirty look at Jordan as he headed over to the bar. Technically, Charles was cheating by having her there, Jordan thought, but there was something different about slipping in a card. It was a fine line of justification she thought, but as far as she knew there was no rule against having Lady Luck on your side. Besides, she really wasn't sure if she had helped Charles all that much. Chapter 38 Six hours and an hour dinner break later the game was now down to three players, Charles, Kevin and Harrison. Jordan thought about the sex she had just had during the break with Charles and hope he enjoyed it as much as she did. As the next couple of hands progressed, Jordan noticed something strange was happening. It then hit her that Kevin and Harrison were working together to beat Charles. She stood up and watched the next hand play out. She noticed subtle signs that they were tipping each other as to their hands. She looked at her watch and determined by the time of the next break, it might be too late to warn Charles. All she could hope that he was wise to what was going on. Thankfully Charles was playing smart and only got caught in one bad hand. Jordan decided to see if she could move closer to Charles. Unlike the earlier games, the spectators were much closer than during the earlier games. She found that she could move almost within an arm's length. She didn't see it as dishonest to use her luck to defeat cheaters. "So do you like poker?" asked an older man standing next to her. She turned and nodded. Jordan recognized the man from being at the table with Charles the night before. "It's very exciting," she replied. "You're unlike the other women, most of them find this all a great bore, except for the food, drink and partying. Even my date is out by the pool," he replied. "Please let me introduce myself, I'm Aaron Walker, I work with Charles." "Please to meet you, I'm Jordan," she replied. "You're a good player, but the cards weren't friendly to you last night." "My luck was bad to be at the same table as Charles. He's one of the best here. But he may have met his match up against these two," said Richard. "It's hard enough to beat one or two good players, but harder still when they're teamed up." She glanced over at him and then whispered. "You see it too?" He nodded. "They must have practiced it as they're damn good, I've picked up a few of things they are doing, but not enough to call them out" he explained. "One of them may beat him, but they will lose the war." "What do you mean?" she asked. He smiled back at her. "While winning is important, it's how you play and act that's important. I'm not the only one who is seeing what they're trying, and it will be remembered. In our profession your reputation is well known," he explained. "Charles has always handled those who are not pleased that he is here, in an honorable manner. He had gained much respect among many of the men here, including some who never wanted him to attend. If I was him, I would have belted a few of them, including the two who are playing against him. Of course, that is just between you and me." Jordan leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "If only I was a twenty years younger," he replied with a grin. "Enjoy the rest of the weekend my dear." Jordan watched him walk away. She then and inched a bit closer as she concentrated on Charles, hoping she was now close enough to help. She then remembered that Eva had told her to concentrate on having sex with him. She smiled to herself thinking how this was going to get a whole lot more interesting. Jordan stared at Charles and thought about how good his cock felt in her mouth. She began to feel herself get slightly aroused and she realized the trick to this was to help Charles without creating a scene by having an orgasm. Charles won the next two hands and was making up for his earlier losses. He then won his third hand in a row, by hitting another straight flush. When he showed his fifth card the men in the room applauded. Jordan did too and she caught a massive stink eye from Kevin. She just winked back at him, which seemed to piss him off more. The game resumed and as the dealer dealt the next hand, Jordan stared at Kevin. He looked up and noticed her and it seemed to unsettle him. He kept looking up at her and had to be asked twice if he wanted any cards. Charles must have seen this weakness and he pressed Kevin hard, especially after Harrison folded. Jordan watched as Charles raised by a large number of chips. Kevin looked at his hand and then over at Jordan. She wasn't sure what to do next, but then she remembered a scene from one of her favorite movies, Tombstone. She remembered what Doc Holiday did just before the shootout at the O.K. Corral and she winked at him. Kevin saw the wink and froze. It took him a second to recover and she could tell that he had totally lost his concentration. He looked at his cards again, then at Charles and then back at his cards...a few seconds passed and without a word he folded. He glared back at Jordan as the next hand was dealt. Jordan realized that distracting Kevin had worked; his head was no longer in the game. They played one more hand, which Charles won, and the dealer called for a twenty minute break. Jordan immediately went up and embraced Charles and gave him a long deep kiss. Partly because she was now aroused and also to piss off Kevin and Harrison. "Too bad they shortened the breaks this year," he whispered to her. "I'd love to take you back to the cottage." She kissed him again. As she walked with Charles to the bar, she kept an eye on the two other men. She noticed that they had left together and she pointed it out to Charles. "What are you going to do about that?" she asked. "I can't call them out without proof, they're too slick. So the plan is to focus on the hands and strike when I can. Kevin is low man right now so whenever possible I am going after him, and then take on Harrison by himself. By the way, did you have something to do with the way he was acting the last few hands?" "I just pissed him off. He obviously doesn't like the fact I'm with you and he's not as in control of his emotions as Harrison is, so he's easier to wind up," she explained. She then explained what she had done. Charles laughed as she told him about the winking. "Well played," he said. "I've always loved that movie too." "I will try to help you when I can, but I'm not sure of my range yet," she replied. "Besides, I don't think you need my help." "You're doing fine just by being here," he replied as he kissed her again. Chapter 39 After the game resumed, Jordan watched as Charles played as he said he would. Kevin was soon fighting for his life in the game. Jordan noticed that Harrison backed away and left him to his fate and wasn't going to risk any chips to protect him. In fact, the hand that ended Kevin was one that Charles sat out. Kevin got up and reluctantly shook the hands of Harrison and Charles. It was obvious to everyone watching that he was furious about losing. As he made his way through the crowd he deliberately bumped into Jordan so hard that she almost fell down. Thankfully she was caught by two men behind her. "Slut," he muttered as he pushed through the crowd. Jordan was tempted to throw a curse his way, but decided to focus on the positive and returned to try and help Charles. So now it was down to the last two. Charles reached over and extended his hand. Harrison was caught off by this, but recovered quickly and they shook hands. As the first hand was dealt, Jordan overheard men making side bets. It pleased her to hear several of the more senior men there bet on Charles. When they had started, their chip piles had been about equal, but with each hand it was obvious that Charles was taking the lead. Jordan watched him play and saw that he played with what could be described as a casual sense of intensity. Outwardly he was relaxed, but she would see in his eyes that he was studying every hand played. On the other hand, Harrison was starting to show cracks. Jordan wondered if it was because his plan with Kevin had failed. She noticed that he was starting to play a bit more conservatively. Charles must have noticed this as he scooped up every hand that he could, even the small ones. Jordan soon found Aaron back at her side. He handed her a full flute of champagne. "Thank you," she replied. "Looks like Harrison is going to have to make big move soon, as Charles is bleeding him dry. Just like you can lose a war with lots of little losses, the same applies to poker," he whispered to her. "And this is what Charles has been waiting for. He'll bait Harrison into going for a big win." She turned and looked at him. "How do you know this?" she asked. "He did the same to me two years ago when we were at the final table," he confessed. "He totally lured me into his trap. Charles sometimes plays poker as if he was playing chess, always making moves and planning for the future. It's also what makes him a great lawyer. Too bad the firm doesn't take advantage of it, but maybe someday they'll see the light...before another firm steals him away." Jordan smiled and looked back at the game. It also hit her that she was so wrapped up in watching the game that she wasn't concentrating on Charles yet he was still winning. She decided to continue this and leave it to Charles. "Will winning this event help him advance at work?" she asked. "If I have a say in it he will," replied Aaron with a wink. Charles won the next hand leaving Harrison more vulnerable. As the next hand progressed it was obvious by the way the two were raising that something big was about to happen. Harrison pushed the rest of his chips to the center of the table and then stared intensely at Charles. "Here it is," whispered Aaron into Jordan's ear. Charles didn't show any emotion, as he looked at his hand, and then at Harrison. Without a word, Charles pushed an equal number of chips into the center. If Harrison won, it would recoup most of his earlier losses, and of course if Charles won the game was over. Harrison showed his cards, one by one, showing he had four tens. He then stood up, crossed his arms and smirked confidently at Charles. In one swift move, Charles exposed his cards, four jacks. The game was over. Harrison almost collapsed from shock when he saw that he had lost. In fact, he had to steady himself with the back of the chair as he shook Charles's hand. Charles was surrounded by many of the other players to congratulate him. Jordan hung back and smiled. She could wait. She did notice that Kevin and several other plays did not join in the celebration. In fact they seemed very angry that their plans had failed. They were soon joined by Harrison. They then all left together. Jordan placed their faces in her memory as she was sure she would cross paths with them again sometime in the future. After a few minutes had passed, she was joined by Charles. She wrapped her arms around him and gave him a long kiss. "Congrats," she exclaimed. "You played magnificently." "Even with you here?" he asked. "I didn't help you one bit with Harrison, that was all you," she said. He kissed her again. "So what's next?" she asked. "There's a postgame party and then we can take off. We have the cottage until tomorrow morning, if you like," he replied. "Oh I like," she replied Chapter 40 Jordan cuddled up to Charles in their bed. They had just spent the past several hours making love. "That was amazing," she sighed softly in his ear. "You were incredible," replied. "Thank you so much for being here with me." "It was my pleasure, and besides you're helping me a lot too," she replied. "May I ask you something personal?" he asked. "Sure," she replied. "Any regrets on what has happened to you?" he asked. "I was a little freaked out at first, but the changes all felt so natural, even the sex felt the way it should. I know I still have a small reminder of my old gender, but I am now a woman," she replied. He nodded. "I don't see you as anything else but a lovely woman," he replied. "Thank you," she replied. "And the other part of who you are now?" he asked. "I like it. I am seeing there is more to it than just helping someone win some money. I can change lives, for good or bad," she replied. "I was so tempted to throw some bad luck at the jerks tonight, but I have the feeling that bad luck is already heading their way." "Long overdue, but I agree with you," said Charles. "So what will do with your life?" "I thought I could balance the two, but work seems so boring and pointless now. I have a feeling I may be quitting soon and using my new skills as my career. I just need to find a way to do it and make it look like I have a legitimate job. I also need to think about health care, investing, retirement and stuff like that. I already have a great lawyer," she explained. "I can recommend a good investor. She's very good and I've recommend other girls like you to her," he said. "Thanks," she said. She then gave him a long kiss and as she did, she began to stroke his cock. "You up for the next round?" she asked. Chapter 41 As the weeks passed, Jordan found herself adjusting to her new life. She found her daytime job a bore and it was fast becoming a chore. With the money she was getting from assisting gamblers she no longer needed the job for financial reasons. She mainly went as it was a chance to socialize. Being around other women helped her fine-tune her new life. As far as her time as Lady Luck, she rotated between the local casinos. Initially she would make a trip to Vegas once a month, but once she got her new ID, she flew up to Vegas and spent a weekend there more often. The size of the city, and number of people and casinos made it easier not to be noticed. She also preferred Vegas as many of the gamblers were from out of town and had hotel rooms. With the local places, sometimes she had to be more creative with the people she was with. One guy lied about having a room and ended up having her give him oral in truck. She swore that would never happen again. He also stiffed her on the money and ended up with a curse thrown back at him. She kept in touch with Charles, who gave her the name of the investor to assist her with putting her money away for the future. She made regular deposits into both her short term and long term investments. She also began saving to buy a house, but that would be sometime in the future when her life was more stable. Jordan also kept in touch with Jim. They hadn't been able to get together again, but it obvious that there was chemistry between them. Jordan found it exciting to think that someday she would be a wife and mother like Eva. Eva and Jordan had weekly phone calls just to talk about their lives. Jordan was also introduced virtually to other women like her. They were spread out all over the country and overseas. They made plans to meet and Jordan immediately applied for a passport. She remembered what Eva had said about learning new skills and so Jordan decided to start learning other languages. She already knew some conversational Spanish, but she decided to take it up a notch. Once her Spanish was improved she planned to learn Mandarin. Eva and the others told her there was something about the transformation that made learning easier. Jordan still found time to hang around with Dave occasionally. It was nice to be able to talk with someone who knew your secrets and that you could trust. He also respected her and her powers. Yes, she did help him from time-to-time as it was relaxing for her to be with someone she trusted. She accepted that in some people's eyes, she could be considered a slut. As she analyzed this she had to laugh at the hypocrisy of it all. As a male if she had slept around with numerous partners she would be considered a stud, but a woman who did this was a slut. What was wrong for a woman, or someone who was almost a woman, enjoying sex? Her clitty was still there, and while it didn't bother her that much, she did look forward to the day that she was completely a woman. She wanted to know what it felt like to have a vagina and to have sex as a complete woman. Jordan wasn't sure why the transformation worked the way it did. It was just another mystery in her life. Chapter 42 "Hey Jordan, do you have any plans for tonight?" asked Jill. Jordan looked up from her computer and shook her head. Even though it was a Friday, she wasn't planning to go out to the casinos until Saturday. "What do you have in mind?" replied Jordan. "I was thinking of heading out to a casino and was wondering if you wanted to join me," replied Jill. "I was also wondering if you wanted to split the cost of a room, that way we don't have to drive back late. I had a discount card and I get good rates." Jordan looked back at her coworker. So far she had only helped men and consequently only had sex with men. According to Eva, her powers worked with women too. The idea of being with another woman was intriguing and exciting. "I'd love that," replied Jordan. "Great. I can pick you up Friday evening around 7 and we can head out. That will allow us to check in and have dinner before hitting the tables. Does that sound okay to you?" asked Jill. "Sounds good," replied Jordan. Jill wasn't bad looking, thought Jordan as she ran her eyes over her. Jill Browne was almost forty, divorced with one child in college. She was the tallest woman in the office at just a bit over six feet tall and kept herself in excellent shape. She had long ash blonde colored hair which she wore in a variety of styles depending on her mood. Today it was styled in a fashionable up-do. Like Jordan, Jill had a very feminine figure with large shapely breasts. Jill smiled back. "Great, I'm looking forward to it! I've wanted to catch up with you, out of work for some time now, especially since you...um," Jill stopped and blushed from embarrassment. "Blossomed?" interjected Jordan with a smile. Jill nodded. "Well, I better get back to work," said Jill. "Talk to you later." Chapter 42 "Cute outfit, Jordan, I love the hat," exclaimed Jill. Jill was dressed in a short denim skirt, a sleeveless white button up cotton top, her cowgirl boots and her Stetson. "Thank, I got the hat on a trip to Vegas," replied Jordan. "You look nice too." Jill was wearing a sleeveless black dress and knee high black high heel boots. "We're going to turn some heads tonight," said Jill as they headed out of their hotel room and down to the casino floor. They first headed to one of the restaurants for dinner. After their meals arrived Jill looked over at Jordan. "I just want to say that I'm so proud of the way you're handled your change," said Jill. "Were you really about to change when the Halloween party went down?" Jordan had perfected her transformation cover story so she wasn't worried about answering Jill's questions. In fact, Jordan was comfortable with it that she could almost believe it herself. "I had started hormones some time before the party, and when I saw myself after you and the girls transformed me, I knew it was time to come out," replied Jordan. "Especially after you made me so feminine and left me with several new outfits." "I'm happy to hear that. It's so weird, when we went out shopping for you, we only planned on getting the costume outfit, but we kept seeing things that we felt you'd look perfect in. We couldn't resist buying them," explained Jill. "I'm also glad you weren't upset when we did your nails, hair, eyebrows and lashes. It just sort of happened as it seemed like the thing to do, almost like we were guided by a higher power. Does that make sense?" Jordan wasn't shocked by Jill's words; in fact they confirmed that there was some unknown power guiding her transformation and life. "As it happened I was overjoyed, but I didn't want to come off as loving it. It was when I saw myself afterwards that I knew that I wouldn't be a man ever again," confessed Jordan. "My decision was confirmed when I went down to the casino and everyone accepted me as a woman. They weren't telling me it was a great costume, but that I just looked great." "Does that include Dave?" asked Jill with a sly smile on her face. "You can tell me, it will be just between us girls." Jordan smiled back. "I saw you two together later in the evening, you seemed very into each other, and you also looked very nice together," continued Jill. "Don't worry, I haven't told anyone else what I saw." "Yeah, I came out to him that night," replied Jordan. "FYI, he's totally straight, but we had sex that night, really good sex, and he sees me as a woman. We're just good friends now. However, I will admit that night still means a lot to me as a validation of who I have become." "That's wonderful and you can trust me, I won't tell anyone," replied Jill. "Thank you," replied Jordan. "Looking at you today, I can barely imagine you were ever a male. I mean I know you were once; I worked with you for two years," continued Jill. "But it isn't just your body; which is stunning by the way, it's your demeanor and the way you handle yourself." "I had good teachers, even if you weren't aware that you were one. I've been studying you and the others in the office," replied Jordan. Okay, part of that was true, she has been studying Jill and the other women in her office, but it was after she changed, thought Jordan. "If you say so," replied Jill. "The others in the office fully accept your story, but I suspect there's more to it. I have always believed in magic in the world and I like to hope that it really exists. Maybe something or someone sensed you needed to change, and I played a small part in it all. I know I'm rambling now, but I know you are entitled to your privacy, and I will respect it. I mean you've gone through so much change these past few months, there's no need to tell everything." Jill took a long drink of her wine. "Sorry, but I had to get that off my chest," confessed Jill. "I understand and you have no reason to apologize. I just appreciate your support and friendship, so I want to say thanks," replied Jordan as she realized that Jill was more perceptive than the others. Chapter 44 After dinner and a drink at the bar, Jordan and Jill headed to the tables. They found two open seats at a blackjack table and sat down. "To be honest, I'm not that serious about gambling, but I like to play occasionally," admitted Jill. "I may ask you some questions about what to do if that is okay. I mean, I know the basics, but am unsure when to split and things like that." "Just as long as the dealer doesn't mind," replied Jordan. She was very curious if her skills would work with Jill and would it also lead to sex with her afterwards. Jordan was actually more nervous about the sex with Jill than the gambling. As a male she had been in several relationships, but now the idea of having sex with another woman seemed so different, almost exotic now. As the night progressed, Jill's stack of chips steadily grew and at the same time Jordan could feel her state of arousal grow too. It different than when she was with a man, more of a simmer; building up slowly over time. She found Jill harder to read too. By now, if she was with a man, he would be eyeing her with lust, but Jill just appeared to joyful over her winnings. Jill won 4 out of her next five hands and was gleeful as she pulled in her chips. "I've never had a night like this before," she exclaimed to Jordan. "You're definitely on a roll," replied Jordan as she imagined what exactly she and Jill would do in bed. "I just realized I have no idea what time it is," said Jill as she pulled out her cell phone. "Oh my god, it's after midnight. I had no idea we've been playing this long." "That's one of the tricks casinos use to keep you at the tables," responded Jordan with a wink. Jill looked down at her chips and then over at Jordan. "You know, you're right, I think I should cash in while I'm ahead... way ahead," she replied. She then looked over at Jordan's stack of chips. "Oh, I shouldn't be so boastful. If you hadn't helped me I don't think I would have done as well," she continued. "I'm happy for your night," replied Jordan as they walked over to cash in in their chips. Without a word, Jill handed Jordan some of her chips. "Please take them, I want to share my good luck tonight, and your suggestions are partly responsible for my bounty," explained Jill. "Don't say no; just accept them as a gift from a friend." "That's very nice, thank you," replied Jordan. So it was happening Jordan thought, the only question was how the next step would start. Chapter 45 Jordan didn't have long to wait for her answer. As soon as the elevator door closed, Jill wrapped her arms around Jordan and gave her a long passionate kiss. "I'm sorry, but I've wanted to do that for a while," confessed Jill. "No need to apologize," replied Jordan and she kissed her back. The elevator ride was too short and they quickly made their way to their hotel room. Once inside they embraced and began to kiss again. "Let's take our time, I want to enjoy this," whispered Jill in between kisses. "Oh yes," replied Jordan. Jill led her over to the closest bed and they sat down next to each other. As they began to kiss again, Jill began to run her hands over Jordan's breasts. "They feel so nice," said Jill as she began to unbutton Jordan's top. After Jordan's top was off, the bra quickly followed. Jill gently caressed Joran's breasts. "They're so beautiful. I can't believe they grew so fast," Jill stated. "I was binding them," lied Jordan. "I also was put on a stronger hormone dose after I came out; I jumped up 2 cup sizes since then." "Reminds me when I was young, the breast fairy visited me when I was in junior high," continued Jill. "I became very popular." She then giggled. She then stood up and slowly disrobed in front of Jordan. Jordan began to slip off her skirt and Jill stopped her. "I'll do it my dear," she explained as she finished undressing. Jordan nodded and watched as Jill finished undressing. "Your body is lovely," stated Jordan. "Thank you, I've done my best to stay in shape," she replied. Jordan noticed that Jill had a tattoo of a rabbit on her left butt cheek. "Souvenir of spring break in Key West," replied Jill. "Do you have any ink?" "Not yet," replied Jordan. Jill shook her head and began to slip Jordan's skirt off. "Only get one if it's meaningful; your body is perfect as it is," stated Jill. "Not quite," replied Jordan as Jill exposed Jordan's petite clitty. "In time my dear," continued Jill as she pulled off Jordan's boots. "True," replied Jordan and she lay on her back. Jill joined her on the bed. "May I ask you something...personal?" asked Jill. "If it's about my clitty, it doesn't get hard, but I can still get orgasms, very intense and wonderful orgasms," admitted Jordan. "Well, we'll just to see about that," replied Jill as she began to kiss Jordan passionately. Chapter 46 Sunlight began to peek through the curtains of their hotel room window, Jordan woke up to find Jill sleeping close to her. She let her lover sleep as she thought about what had happened that night. The sex that they had shared was such an incredible experience. It was so unlike anything she had experienced before in her life. It wasn't that it was better than sex with a man, it was just different. Like how Champagne was different from Scotch, but that both were excellent at the right time and place. She did know one thing; she had no desire to ever be a male again. Maybe it really was magic like Eva and Jill thought and good magic. Because whatever spurred this transformation obviously knew that it would bring Jordan a better life. Jordan looked at Jill and smiled. It had been a lovely evening shared with a wonderful friend. Jill opened her eyes slowly. "Good morning," greeted Jordan as she kissed Jill. "Nice wake up," replied Jill. "Thank you for the lovely evening," stated Jordan. "I should be the one thanking you. It was a magical night," replied Jill. "Wasn't it?" Jordan nodded. Jill sat up in bed as did Jordan. "Something special did happen last night...it wasn't just my imagination," continued Jill. "I don't mean just what happened in bed, but the whole night, the gambling, the winning, and your change, it's all tied together, right?" Jordan wasn't sure what to say. "You're silence says a lot," added Jill. "Look, I know I said I wouldn't press you on this, but I have to know. This is all related to your sudden change, right? I promise I won't tell anyone." "Yes something happened to me. I don't know what it is, just that it feels good and I'm very happy with who I am now," explained Jordan. "I have no regrets on what has happened and I love bringing joy to people, in many ways, so I see it as something good." Jill leaned over and kissed Jordan. "Thank you for sharing that with me. I swear that I will never tell anyone, like they would believe me in the first place," replied Jill. "I have always thought there is real magic out there, and knowing about you confirms this and makes the world an even more special place. You can always count on me as your friend." "Thank you," replied Jordan. "I also want to thank you for your support at work. It's one of the things I will miss." Jill was taken back by this. "You're leaving?" asked Jill. "When? It's not because of this is it?" Jordan shook her head. "My job is, and has been, meaningless to me since I changed. I've only stayed this long because I have enjoyed the company of you and the others in the office," replied Jordan. "I plan on resigning in a few weeks." "Will you stay in the San Diego area?" asked Jill. "For the time being," replied Jordan with a wink. "But I want to stay friends even if I move away." "I'm glad to hear that," said Jill. "What are you going to do?" "I'm going to be Lady Luck for a while," replied Jordan. "It feels right for me in so many ways." "That's it?" asked Jill. "For the time being," replied Jordan. "I think it has something to do with my transformation. And when the time is right I will settle down." "Well you can always count on me," replied Jill as she took Jordan into her arms and kissed her. Chapter 47 It was three months later and Jordan was sitting at the bar of a Vegas casino, listening to Victor tell her another story of the old days. She wasn't sure how much was true, but Victor was an accomplished and entertaining story teller, so she was enjoying herself. Jordan was now a full time Lady Luck. It was as good a job description as she could come up with. This was also her source of income as she had resigned from her job. She kept her place in San Diego, but worked mainly in Las Vegas and was close to settling on a condo to give her life there some sense of normality. She considered moving there full time, but she liked the ocean and weather in San Diego more. Back in San Diego, she could relax and hang with her friends like Dave and Jill. Las Vegas and its casinos was her workplace, even though she totally enjoyed herself as Lady Luck. She was also making connections and friends in the various casinos and Victor was one of her favorites. He was fun to hang around with as he said he had given up sex when he turned seventy. As always Victor was dressed in a tailored suit that fit him perfectly. Tonight's suit was dark gray. She was surprised to learn that he was in his eighties, even though he looked younger. She wasn't totally shocked when he confessed that he knew what she was. Again her intuition told her she could trust him. "I first met someone like you over fifty years ago. I helped Grace with some connections and I helped to get her a new ID," he explained. "We stayed friends and over the years she introduced me to her and now your sisters. The last time I saw her was at her wedding held at the old Riviera, now that was some reception they held afterwards. She moved to New York City with her new husband." Jordan nodded. While she had never met Grace, she had heard of her from Eva and some her other sisters. "And you just accept all this and me?" asked Jordan. He shrugged his shoulders. "My dear, I have seen things here far stranger and even mystical, and if you hang around her long enough you will too. I accept that you didn't choose to be who you are. But I had always admired how you and the others accept your new lives. Yeah, I've been told that it's part of the process, but you still have free will. You are very strong to accept this new life and deal with it with such class," he explained. "I also know that you and your sisters are good, you help people. There are others who come here that aren't. Don't worry too much about the others I mentioned, they fear you and your kind." "Um, thanks," replied Jordan. She now had another thing to talk to Eva about. "Let me get you a refill my dear," offered Victor. Victor always treated her as if she was some upscale lady. Jordan loved how he insisted on exposing her to new drinks and food. They usually went to a different restaurant every time they got together and she totally trusted his selections. So did your old associates know about us?" Jordan asked as she sipped her Cosmopolitan, a drink that Victor had insisted she try. The drink was even better than he said it would be. "Well....some did, and they tolerated it. Mind you, not out of the goodness of their hearts or anything like that, as they hated losing money to anyone. But they quickly learned that those who grant good luck can also dish out the opposite. One of my "associates", as you describe them...well this associate, let's call him Vinny, forced a sister of yours to win exclusively for him. Her name was Sally and she wasn't as strong as most. He physically abused her too and the final straw was that decided to turn her into a prostitute. "Vinny's plan was to send Sally and her Johns to other casinos to hurt them. He planned to take her cut for himself," explained Victor as he reached for his drink. "What happened?" asked Jordan as she had heard rumors of something happening years ago from Eva. Victor took a sip of his martini and set his glass down. "Damn, that's good. They really know how to make them here. Anyway back to my story. When Sally found out his plans for her, she found her inner strength and thought of something far worse than a curse and she got her sisters to help her," replied Victor as he picked up his drink again. "And?" asked anxiously Jordan. "Come on Victor, don't leave me hanging!" Victor took another sip of his martini. "Patience my dear! Well, the casino Vinny was "involved with" suddenly began to lose large sums of money. Each night there were numerous players winning big, on all games blackjack, poker, and even the slot machines all were taking huge losses. This happened night after night and there was no explanation as winners were all different. The guys back then would never suspect a woman was responsible, let alone a group of women! Well let me tell you, the losses began to add up until it caught the attention of the guys back east. So they sent someone out here to find out what the hell was going on. I guess you could call him a troubleshooter...when he found the trouble, he shot it." Victor took another sip of his martini. "Meanwhile I was contacted by one of your sisters. Her name was Tammy and she knew I had helped out Grace. Tammy admitted that she, and several others like her, were behind the losses and that it would continue until something was done about Vinny. They said they could curse him, but he deserved a harsher penalty." Jordan was hanging on every word. She had heard of Tammy from Eva. "So, I presented their demand to the troubleshooter. Naturally, he was skeptical at first, so I arranged for him to spend the night with Tammy. After a night of unparalleled winning and incredible sex...he saw the light and agreed to discuss their demands. I was elected to as the go-between the two." "What happened to Vinny?" asked Jordan. "Well my dear, it was something far worse than being cursed with bad gambling luck. It was uncovered that Vinny was skimming off the profits before they went back east. Needless to say, this wasn't received particularly very well and well...he was terminated. And that was the end of that," replied Victor in a matter of fact way. Jordan looked at Victor and immediately realized he wasn't talking about just losing his job. She looked into eyes and could tell that Victor wasn't lying "Wow. And what about my sisters?" asked Jordan. "There was a truce. They would continue to be allowed in the casinos as long as they acted responsibly and promise not to take too much away from the casinos. In exchange for this they would be protected and provided assistance when needed. Jordan, those old guys from back east were very superstitious and therefore didn't want any problems. I was brought in and become the go-to- guy for helping them get identification paperwork. In a way it allowed me to go into a mostly legitimate business, which is probably why I'm still around here" he explained. "Does any of that go on today with the corporate owned casinos?" asked Jordan. "Not that I am aware of. Although rumors have it that a certain casino owner back east did get cursed for sexually assaulting one of your sisters. He ended up losing a lot of money. I've never be able to confirm this one" replied Victor. "He is no longer involved in the gambling industry." Jordan began to laugh. "So my dear, I've taken enough of your time tonight," said Victor as he stood up. "It was a pleasure having someone new listen to my stories." Jordan stood up and gave him a long slow kiss. "If only I was a few decade younger," he replied with a grin as he walked away. Chapter 48 The next night Jordan walked into the casino dressed casually in jeans, a white silk blouse and of course her Stetson. She headed straight to the bar towards Jim. She could feel her heart beating faster as she approached. When Jim saw her, he stood up to greet her. They embraced for a long time before kissing. "You look stunning my dear," he complimented. "Thank you," she cooed. "You look great too. I have missed you since our last meeting a month ago." They sat down at the bar and Jim ordered two beers. "I'm sorry I couldn't make it last night, we had some issues at the ranch. Nothing too serious, but it delayed my departure. The problem with being the boss is that sometimes you have to act like one," explained Jim. "Not a problem, you're worth the wait," replied Jordan with a wink. Jim leaned over and kissed her. Jordan felt pleasurable shivers run up her spine. Yes, being with Jim is different. She only wished she knew how to things would turn out. Then she remembered Eva's words to trust your intuition. She wanted to tell him what she was and what she would become, but she knew the time wasn't right yet. "You know what Jordan, I feel really lucky tonight. Why don't we go find a table and test that out?" suggested Jim. "Jim, you have no idea how lucky you are," she replied as she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him passionately. "Now let's go win some money, before you take me to bed!" Jim tipped his hat at her. "As you say my Lady." The End (For Now)