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Decisions
George stood in front of the mirror, tucked a stray curl of the long
blonde wig behind his ear so he could apply the last of his makeup. His
favorite a sparkly lip gloss.
How different this Saturday had been since his one a week ago. Last
Saturday morning, he had made the 45-minute drive home from an overnight
shift at the home improvement box store where he was a department
manager. This Saturday morning had been spent in a hot bath, while he
shaved his legs.
He remembered last week being so tired he had almost missed the turnoff
for his home, situated in a small town deep in the bible belt of the
Ozarks.
The memory of how he was looking forward to coaching his daughter's
peewee soccer game came flooding back to him. It brought a smile to his
lipstick covered lips. The he almost jumped with glee thinking back to
watching his son's little league baseball game, where he had pitched
three shutout innings and had two hits. He had never seen little Mike so
happy. Then in the evening, after a meal of Beckie's meatloaf, they
adjourned to the study to go over the lesson plans for the next day's
Sunday school. Even though he was a deacon in their local church, when
it came to the bible, George followed her lead after all she was the one
who was a graduate of the local bible college.
This Saturday had been spent getting ready for a night on the town as
Crystal. The hours he had spent in preparation were a pure delight.
Even the struggle of tightening his corset was a pure joy. Now he had
reduced his chubby midriff to a slim 28 inches. The two hours spent
applying his makeup had flown by. It took a lot of hard work to get just
the look he was going for. No more 'Plain Jane' tonight he was Crystal,
a woman out looking for a good time. She was going to drink. (Something
that would scandalize his family and friends). Feeling particularly
naughty, he had even purchased a pack of Virginia Slims menthol 100
cigarettes. They were neatly packed into his purse, right next to his
tampon and sanitary pad. After all, a girl can never be too careful.
He had been cross dressing since he was a teenager. His family knew
nothing about his compulsion, they would be devastated if they found out
he had a feminine persona. Beckie had made her opinion on the subject
perfectly clear. She had even lectured their class on Deuteronomy 22:5,
"A woman shall not wear a man's garment, nor shall a man put on a woman's
cloak, for whoever does these things is an abomination to the LORD your
God."
George had no doubts what would happen to their marriage if Beckie found
out about his proclivity to wear woman's clothes. Likewise, he was sure
his children would follow their mother into condemning him as a damned
pervert. He had gone to great lengths to keep it hidden from his family
and friends. He didn't keep any of his feminine clothes at home. He
rented a storage unit, in a site near where he worked. He traveled
locally on a regular basis. George kept his dressing to his motel room.
His feminine persona at those times reflected his conservative nature.
He dressed more like the local librarian, than the showgirl he looked
like at the moment.
He adjusted his bra straps. He wasn't accustomed to the weight of
breasts as large and heavy as the ones he now wore. He had temporarily
retired his C-cup boobs for this one night, for the titanic double DD-cup
ones that were threatening to spill out of the lacy bra he had purchased
just for his trip to Los Vegas. Checking the adjustment of his blonde
wig one more time, he smoothed his red sleeveless V-neck bodycon mini
dress. The dress stretched his girlie budget but was well worth it. It
displayed his twin girls to their best effect. As it was, he was pushing
the limits of decency. If the dress showed any more of the faux flesh,
he would assuredly be arrested for prostitution. He felt a stirring in
his panties. The finished product of his efforts was well beyond his
wildest dreams.
He squatted as ladylike as he could and retrieved his purse. He dropped
his wallet in it and snapped it closed. The feelings of his long
chandelier earrings brushing against his neck was exhilarating. He slung
the purse over his shoulder and reached for the door handle. His heart
raced and the level of excitement was almost unbearable, his underarm
antiperspirant was severely tested. The time had come, he opened the
door and stepped out into the night.
The bright lights of Sin City sparkled like diamonds against the desert
night sky. Despite the warm night air Crystal shivered. Too late to
turn back, he headed for the sidewalk, determined to stroll the strip of
world-famous casinos. He had gone about two blocks and was regretting
wearing the red stiletto heel women's pumps with the 5-inch heels.
Wishing he had broken them in first.
His feet, calves and toes were screaming in agony, so he sat at a bus
stop and crossed his legs at the knees in a very sexy manner. Wanting to
delay his respite as long as possible, he opened his purse and withdrew
his cigarettes, putting one in his mouth as he searched in the depths of
his purse for the lighter, he had bought just for this occasion. Before
he found it, a hand appeared in front of his face holding a gold-plated
lighter. The hand had five gnarled fingers. George had worked long
enough in a warehouse to recognize fingers that had been broken on
numerous occasions.
A booming voice said, "May I be of assistance miss?"
Shocked at this stranger's sudden appearance, he merely nodded yes. She
leaned forward to adjust the end of the cancer stick to the flame and
daintily inhaled. He hadn't smoked since college, but the old habit came
back with very little effort. George looked up at his prince charming
and thought 'my lord he is a big as a grizzly bear.'
The man took the seat next to George and said, "Hi. I'm Tom. What's
your name gorgeous?"
Coughing, he gathered his wits about him and, in his best feminine voice,
replied, "Crystal."
George/Crystal examined the man. He was ruggedly handsome, despite a
nose that had been broken and poorly reset at some time in the past.
The gentle giant went on, "Well, I'm pleased to meet you. Seeing as how
we are setting here in front of the Golden Nugget. I know for a fact
they make the best martini in town. May I buy you one?"
"Why that sounds perfect. I'm a bit parched, this desert heat can really
get to a person."
Tom offered Crystal his hand to help her up. He led her into the casino,
he had just the hint of a limp. Entering the casino proper, the cool air
was a welcome relief. The two made their way to the bar area. Tom found
an unoccupied table and pulled a chair out for his date. Crystal sat and
almost swooned at the way he was being treated. Tom was acting the
perfect gentlemen, despite the lust Crystal detected in his eyes.
Tom sat opposite Crystal and ordered two dirty martinis. Waiting for the
drinks to arrive, Tom engaged the hot-looking chick in some small talk.
He tried to draw her into the conversation by asking about where she
lived, what she did for a living, that kind of thing. George stuck to
the truth as close as he could, changing only those details that might
seem inappropriate. Such as he worked as a checkout clerk.
At that, the smooth-talking Tom commented, "A check out girl, I could
have sworn you were a show girl."
Crystal blushed and merely replied, "I'm afraid not."
"Well, you certainly have the looks for it."
Crystal blushed at the compliment. They were sitting in a high traffic
area. George was nervous and kept a constant lookout for someone who
might have discovered his disguise. He seemed to be a magnet for
attention, lust from the men and what appeared to be envy from the woman.
Even their scantly glad waitress did not seem to take notice and kept
refereeing to him as her.
Crystal tuned the conversation back to her companion. Once he started to
open up, she found that he was a retired professional football player.
He had been with the Chicago Bears, but a blown knee forced him into
early retirement. He was charming and had a nice sense of humor.
The evening was turning out better than George had ever envisioned.
By the time Crystal had finished her second drink, she was feeling no
pain, not being a drinker and not having anything to eat all day. The
two drinks were enough to get her tipsy. Tom decided it was time for him
to do some gambling, so he brought Crystal along as eye candy and as a
good luck charm.
For the next several hours, Crystal clung to Tom's arm as he went from
table to table spending more money than George made in a year. At each
table they were provided free drinks, George needed them as an anesthetic
for the pain in his toes, feet, and calves.
Every time Crystal would drift a little way away from Tom, some man would
show up trying to chat Crystal up. Every time that happened, Tom would
chase the would-be suitors away. It was a huge boost to a girl's ego to
have men obviously attracted to her and risking serious body harm just to
talk to her. She had never felt so alive. George thought, 'This is the
way life was meant to be.'
Eventually, Tom excused himself to go to the bathroom. George was having
the time of his life. Standing there unescorted within just a few
minutes Crystal received three propositions, two of them dealing with the
exchange of money for certain sexual favors.
Enough was enough, Crystal decided it was time to call it a night seeing
as the sun was starting to show itself in the eastern sky. He had just
reached the main doors when he noticed something glittering on the floor.
It was a quarter. He picked it up and took one step and bumped into a
slot machine. He thought 'What the hell', dropped it in the slot and
pulled the handle. George didn't bother to see the results and headed to
the door. He only got one step in that direction when the room around
him went crazy, lights flashed, bells and whistles went off, confetti
fell from the ceiling.
Before he could gather his wits, a large crowed had gathered around him.
Bewildered at what was happening, George's exit was blocked by a hotel
representative who approached.
"Congratulations!" The man was speaking very loudly, obviously for the
crowd around rather than for George. "You've just won 25 million dollars
for the investment of a mere 25 cents on our progressive slot machine!
In addition to being beautiful, you are now a very rich young lady!"
George was delirious at what was being said. There was no question his
family could use the money. It would make a world of difference in their
lifestyle. He and his wife had worried themselves sick about how they
were going to afford sending their children to college. His children
were the world to him.
The next thing he knew, George was backed up against the winning slot
machine and the hotel's official photographer was taking pictures. When
Crystal asked why there was such a fuss, she was told that she had won
the largest slot payoff in the city's history. Her picture would be
front page news in every city in the country. All she had to do to claim
her winnings was to produce some identification and fill out some income
tax forms, so that the government could get their share.
George found himself faced with the biggest decision of his life. His
family's financial wellbeing or a life as a rich woman. His head spun
with possibilities and ramifications involved in claiming the money.
What was he going to do?
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