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The hotel rep was addressing the crowd now, telling them that their new
celebrity would be a guest in the hotel for the rest of her stay and
that there would be a public event the next day where she would be
presented with a check for her winnings.
While he had the crowd's attention, Crystal took a few steps back and
was able to merge into the mob around her. When a couple people looked
at her questioningly, she said quietly that she needed to use the
restroom. That got her some understanding smiles and they left her
alone. Once she was at the outside edge of the crowd, she put a smile
on her face and strode purposefully out of the casino.
She made it back to her hotel, just a little off the main drag. Being
Vegas, a town that never closes, George stepped into the attached hotel
lounge to have a drink. She was not ready to go back to her dingy
room. She needed to sit and think. The sun had just cleared the
skyline of hotels and the weather was currently very comfortable, so
Crystal made her way through the small lounge and on to the patio area.
An area where she could think, drink, and smoke.
Sitting down, she lit up a cigarette and relaxed while she contemplated
a very real dilemma. Living as a woman had been her dream ever since
she discovered the joys of dressing. She had no desire to be a woman,
just to dress as one. Now the universe had provided her with the means
to fulfill that dream. But at what cost? George was firmly tethered to
his family by love.
Dressing was his drug of choice in life, but his family was his reason
for living. The waiter showed up to take her drink order. She really
felt like a scotch, but her current attire required that she go with
something a little less masculine. In her best Crystal voice she
asked, "Could I have a gin and tonic please?"
Checking her wallet, she laughed to herself. For all intents and
purposes, she was a potential multimillionaire, yet at the current
time, she only had sufficient cash for a single mixed drink. Her
credit cards all read George so they were out. She handed the 20 to
the waiter and told him to keep the change. As the hours passed, she
found herself being engaged in conversations by the occasional passing
guest. Her glass magically never ran dry. She thought she could get
used to a life as a pretty girl, where things just seemed to appear
merely because she was an attractive apparently unattached woman. When
some conversations became uncomfortably suggestive, some assuming that
she was a working girl, she put a damper on those by taking a gaudy fax
diamond ring off her right hand and placing it on her ring finger and
waved it in the guy's face simply explaining she was married and
waiting for her husband.
Crystal learned that a pretty woman has a currency that isn't backed by
anything found in Fort Knox. A smile, a hair flip, a laugh at some
inane joke, or batting of her eyelashes brought dividends that not only
fueled her feminine pride as well as keeping her glass full. Over
time, the contents of her glass changed from gin to white wine, as her
charming ways become more friendly, she eventually ended up being
served champagne.
All good things had to come to an end though. After a quick pit stop
in the lady's room, Crystal decided it was time to return to her room.
Sadly, the last few hours had not helped George to clarify his
decision. If anything, they had muddied the waters. He loved dressing
up as a woman. It wasn't the destination of looking like Miss America
that was so majestic. It was the journey he truly loved. Every
intermediate step in his transformation brought incalculable joy.
The longer the process took the better he liked it. He couldn't
explain or rationalize it. He excepted it for what it was worth. He
got to the room and was in the shower when his phone went off.
Hurrying out, he missed the call only to see it was from his 11-year-
old son. He saw that it was actually a text, so he had not missed
talking to Mike. "Dad, when are you getting home? What are you
bringing us? Kathy says she loves you."
That did it, Crystal was going to be packed away, probably forever.
That thought was depressing, but he would just have to suck it up. He
had tried to stop dressing before. It never ended well. The longer he
went between girlie outings, the more agitated and depressed he became.
He had to fight to control himself from snapping at his children and
wife during these periods. He was smart enough to realize his feminine
persona was his pressure gauge. She was as much a part of him as was
George the husband and father.
He packed his two bags, one for George, one for Crystal. Crystal's, he
tied a pink ribbon to so that he would not get them confused. He
shivered and had visions of bringing the wrong one home and having his
wife opening it. He spent the rest of the afternoon scrubbing off the
remains of Crystal.
He was scheduled to take a redeye flight home. He took a cab to the
airport and boarded with time to spare, but he still hurried through
the terminal. He buckled in and was asleep before the plane was wheels
up. He slept soundly waking only as the plane touched down. As a
result, George did not see any newspapers. It might have changed
things. He collected his luggage and made the drive to the storage
facility first to drop off Crystal's wardrobe. He stopped at drive
through for some black coffee. He drove around for a while, thinking.
After having to stop to use the bathroom at a convenience store, he
drove home.
He got home mid-morning. Beckie and the kids had gone to see her
parents and would be home that evening. He went right to work
unpacking. He had the rest of the day off to recuperate from his trip.
He sat down at the family computer and completed an after-action review
of the conference.
The rest of the family was home for dinner and it was a happy time.
George was able to forget about Crystal for a while and his adventure
in Vegas. At least for a while. After dinner, he and Beckie put the
kids to bed and then enjoyed each other in bed as well. He was at work
bright and early the next morning. The first thing he did was to fill
out his expense report. The rest of the day was spent trying to catch
up on the work in his inbox. It was still a tiring and day and he was
exhausted when he got home. Thankfully, it was the weekend, he had two
days to relax.
Monday morning arrived way too soon. He was at work went he got an
alert on the in-store computer network. There was an investigator from
Los Vegas at the store looking for someone of interest. Everyone was
to be in the employee lounge at noon, no exceptions. George had a sick
feeling, the memory of telling his escort in Vegas about where he
worked came back to him. There is no way he could pass a lineup. He
called HR and told them he was not feeling well and was taking a sick
day.
There had been a short snippet on the evening weekend news about the
casino searching for a mystery girl. He hadn't paid much attention to
the news article and he wished now that he had. It seems that he had a
false sense of security.
He took his time driving home, not wanting to explain his early
arrival.
In the meantime, Beckie was at home making tea for her best friend.
Because of the distance to a large grocery store, the families took
turns shopping for each other. As Beckie was finishing pouring the hot
drinks, June asked casually, "Does your husband have a sister?"
Beckie shrugged. "Why do you ask?"
June tossed a tabloid magazine on the kitchen table and replied, "It's
this mystery girl from Los Vegas. This gossip rag has a picture of the
girl, they have dubbed her Miss Crystal McKnockers.
The picture is a little blurred but her face looks enough like George,
to be his twin."
"Thanks June. I'll look at it later." June left a short time later to
get dinner started for her family and Beckie got busy making a stew for
dinner. Once things were cooking away, she was able to relax.
Beckie picked up the magazine and scanned the article. Sure enough,
there was a grainy picture of an attractive blonde. She had had the
incredible luck to win 25 million dollars on a slot machine in Las
Vegas and had then failed to claim the check. The casino was frantic
to find her. Knowing how big corporations could think, Beckie was sure
that they were more concerned about the negative publicity of not
awarding the money than wanting to give the money away.
There was a five-thousand-dollar reward for anyone providing the
information that identified her. A private investigator had been
assigned to search for her as well.
The girl's face was recognizable. Putting it all together the familiar
face and location of Vegas, there was no doubt in Beckie's mind just
who 'Miss Knockers' was. The shock left her limp and she slumped back
in the chair. After a few minutes of processing what she had just
read, her expression tightened. There was going to be a very serious
conversation this evening. At that moment, George came in and hung his
keys beside the door before he headed toward the den.
The tone of Beckie's voice stopped him in his tracks. She said
sweetly, "Not so fast buster we need to talk! You got some splaining to
do!"
To be Continued
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