I was a Vegas Showgirl – Part 2

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My alarm went off at 6 am.  I slowly began to awaken. At first, I didn’t realize where I was, and then it all flooded back.  I was now working for Sammy Giancana at his casino until my gambling debts were paid off, and knowing Sammy, that was going to be a long time, if ever.

I walked over to the dresser and set up the little coffee maker with some water from the bathroom.  I started it going and then took a shower.  I came back out in my nice pink terry towel robe and sat on the bed, enjoying a fresh coffee.

As I was sipping it, I was thinking, I am now trapped in this life, and at the moment, there is nothing I can do about it.  If I try to resist or fight, it could go very badly for me.  The deserts around Vegas contain the graves of many people who tried to go against these powerful men.  I had no choice but to accept my present circumstances and maybe even try to enjoy them.  I did love being Tammi, and even though this was not my choice, I had to make the best of it by becoming Tammi full time.

I put on my lingerie and went back into the bathroom to make myself up.  I was getting pretty good at it and put on Tammi’s daytime face.  I picked out one of the new dresses out of the closet and pulled it on.  Back to the bathroom, I picked out a wig and pulled it over my wig cap.

I went back to the room and enjoyed a second cup of coffee.

At 8am Trixie showed up and opened the room.  “How did you sleep last night, Tammi?”

“Better than I expected to, but I had been through a lot yesterday, and I guess I was really tired.”

“Well, I am glad you got a good night’s sleep; let’s go and get breakfast at the cafeteria.”

I put on a pair of heels that matched my red dress and followed Trixie out of the room.  She locked the door behind me, and we made our way to the elevator.

The elevator doors opened again at the Casino, and I was beginning to realize, a casino is never closed. No matter what time of day, people are always present gambling, and the house always wins in the end.

We made our way over to the cafeteria.  I picked up a fruit salad and a cup of yogurt, and of course, another coffee.  We sat down and began our breakfast.  Trixie told me I was going to have another busy day.

Once breakfast was over, she escorted me out of the casino into a waiting car that took us over to a doctor’s office. It was in a medical building on the second floor.  There was no one in the waiting room when I entered.  The Nurse told me to go right into an examination room.  Trixie came in with me, and we sat down beside each other.

The doctor entered and looked at my chart.  I see you are a transsexual woman, and you wish to start hormone therapy. I opened my mouth to object, and I felt Trixie tightly grab my knee.

“Yes, that is correct, Doctor.”

“You have a recommendation from a psychiatrist recommending HRT, and it notes that you have been presenting as a woman for quite some time now.”

I was wondering when that had happened but chose to say nothing. It was more of Sammy’s doing, I figured, and now I was beginning to realize about that last clause in my contract, and Sammy was intending on making me into a woman.  To what end, I didn’t yet know, but there was nothing I could do at this point.

The doctor told me I needed to get blood work performed and gave me a requisition for lab tests, as well as a prescription for the drugs spironolactone, estradiol, and progesterone.  If there is something abnormal in your first round of tests, we will call you for a follow-up appointment, but if all is good, I will see you back in 3 months, and here is a second requisition for blood work to be performed on the week before your next appointment.

Trixie took them all out of my hand and told the doctor, thank you, and we will see you in 3 months.  The doctor got up and left. Trixie turned and looked at me.

“This is something you will have to do now, so don’t fight it. Think about it Trixie, I know your history, and you are a total failure as a man now.  I think you can make a new beginning as a woman, and the fact that you are so pretty already only makes this easier for you.”

We got up to leave the doctor.  There was a pharmacy and a medical lab on the first floor.  We stopped by to fill the prescription and then went to the lab, and Trixie handed them both requisitions, telling the receptionist there is one for today, and the next one will go on file for 3 months from now.  I went in and gave the blood and urine tests and also had an ECG performed, and we went back to the pharmacy and picked up the drugs.

Trixie said, I am now taking you over to the fitness center, so you can meet the personal instructor that the casino retains for our girls. We want to keep them in top shape.

Upon arriving at the fitness center, the driver opened the doors for us and opened the trunk, pulled out a gym bag, and handed it to me.

“This is your fitness outfit. You have been given 3 sets of them and a pair of fitness runners.

We walked inside, and I met Anthony, my new personal trainer. He looked me over and said, you look in reasonable shape now, girl, and I will make you look even better.  Follow me, and I will give you a tour of our facility. We followed him into the gym.  I will be training you in aerobic exercise and dancercise routines for the most part.  I also will help you build that booty up, as men like nothing more than a girl with a fine booty. He showed me where the aerobic training rooms were and also went through the machines and exercises I would be performing.

Trixie and I walked into the woman’s locker room, and I changed into one of my new workout outfits.  It consisted of yoga pants, a sports bra, and a lycra top. There were also little sports socks for my runners.  I put everything on, and Trixie told me, you might not need the sports bra right now, but you will in the coming months.  She took out the HRT pills and handed them to me, along with a bottle of water.  No time like the present to start.  I took the pills and washed them down.

We went back out to the trainer, and Trixie left me with him.  She told me that she would be in the lobby and to come out and meet her after I was finished exercising, showered, and back in my dress.

For the next hour, my trainer put me through my exercises.  At the end of it, I was sweaty, tired, and sore.  He told me I would start feeling better and would see me again tomorrow.

I dragged myself back to the woman’s shower room, took a quick shower, hoping no one would think I was a guy, wrapped a towel around myself, and changed back into my dress and heels. I remembered to remove my wig before I showered.  I washed all my makeup off, but I didn’t bring anything with me, so I didn’t worry about it.

Trixie was waiting for me when I entered the lobby.

“How was that?” she asked me.

“Tiring, I thought I was in better shape than I really was.”

“Now we are off to the beauty salon. So, let's go, the appointment is in a half-hour.”

We returned to the casino, and I found they had a beauty salon on the premises. We entered, and they immediately took me to the back.

The stylist named Carrie removed my wig and had a look at my hair.

“It’s fairly long,” she said, “I think I can do something with it, so you won’t have to wear this wig.”

I had grown my hair long and usually wore it done up in a man bun, but under the wig, it was just pinned up under the wig cap.  She brushed it out, and my hair was shoulder length.

“Mms, you have nice hair, girl.  I think I will start with a few highlights in your hair.  Another woman came in front of me and said, Hi, I’m Sally, and I am here to do a manicure and pedicure on you while Carrie is working on your hair.  As Carrie washed my hair and was drying it with a blow-dryer, Sally began to work on my nails.  First, she trimmed and filed my fingernails and then buffed them and pushed back the cuticles.  Then she took out a set of acrylic salon nails. She had a tube of bonding glue and applied a nail to each of my fingers. She then cleaned them down and applied a pretty pink sparkly nail polish to them.  Once they were dry, she applied a top coat of clear polish to protect them from scuffs.  I looked at my new nails; they really looked beautiful on my hands.  She then removed my shoes and pulled off my stockings.  Time for your pedicure, and she soaked my feet in a warm bath of water that had some salts in it.  She removed and dried my feet and looked them over to see if any callouses needed to be filed.  I was good, so she began to file and buff my toenails. She then cleaned them and applied the same pink polish she used on my hands. She let them dry and then applied the topcoat. I looked down at my feet with all the cotton balls between my toes; I had to think that I liked the pink sparkly nails I was now sporting on both my hands and feet.

While this was going on, Carrie had separated strands of my hair and applied a hair color solution to it, and wrapped the strands in foil.  She let it sit for 20 minutes and then leaned my head back into the sink and removed the foil while rinsing my hair.

She then brought me back up and began to wrap my hair in a paper roll my hair up into rollers, pinning them to my head.  She repeated this until all my hair was in rollers and then applied a really smelly solution to my hair and pulled a shower cap on over my head.  I have to let that sit now for a few minutes to set your perm.

Meanwhile, Sally had finished my nails and brought a small device over.  I need you to stay still.  She marked a couple of dots on each of my earlobes.  She then loaded and cocked the device, placed it on my earlobe.  I heard a click and small jab like a needle, and I had my first pierced ear. She repeated it a second time on the first earlobe and then moved over to my other earlobe and repeated the process. She held up a mirror to my face and let me look at the little sparkly pair of studs that were now gracing each of my ears. I had to say, that was a real improvement. Dressing full-time as a woman had its advantages.

“I have a couple of things you can take with you. Here is the nail polish we used, so you can redo them in the same color as necessary.  This is a bottle of disinfectant that you should use on your new pierced ears for a couple of weeks while they heal. Leave the studs in there for now, as they can easily close upon you. Just use a cotton swab to put a couple of drops over each piercing.”

“Normally, we would also have made you up, but Trixie told me you have another procedure to do today, and we can’t put any makeup on.”

Carrie came back and rinsed my hair out in the sink; I put my stockings back on and put on my heels and followed her to the hair dryers.  She gave me a few magazines to read, all women’s magazines, of course, sat me under the dryer, and then turned it on.  Thirty minutes later, my hair was dry, and I was back in her chair.  She removed the rollers and the paper and brushed out my hair. I had a really wavy bouncy hairstyle, and if I wanted longer hair, I could always wear the wig.  The girls in the show all wore their hair pinned up under their feathery head coverings. My hair was an ash blonde color, but the new lighter highlights really made it pop now.  My hair was normally straight, but the perm really gave it body, and I loved how wavy it was.  Trixie came back and had a look at me and thought it looked fabulous as well.  Carrie told me since it’s a perm, I can just brush it out after I wash and dry my hair.

Trixie then told me what was next for me.

“This salon also performs laser hair removal, so that will be next for you.”

We continued to walk to the rear of the salon, where another woman was waiting for us.  She said to remove all my clothing and to wear a robe.  I did so, and she told me to go into the next room, remove the robe, and lay down on the padded table. I looked at a machine on the floor that had a few controls on it, and it looked like wands connected to it.

She came in and placed a pair of tinted glasses on me.  They are to protect your eyes from any stray laser light, though that is unlikely.  Just lay on your back and relax.

She turned on the machine, and it whirled up to life.  She took one of the wands and said I am going to do your facial hair first.

I could feel the wand against my skin. Then there was a flash, and I felt my skin burn; this was painful.  She continued for a few minutes, and I asked her to stop; the pain was too intense for me.  She told me she had the solution.  She took out the cream and rubbed it over my face.  Almost immediately, the pain was gone, and I told her I felt much better.  You have fair skin, and it burns easily.  She continued on, covering my entire neck and face and also my sideburns in front of my ears.

There was a ceiling mirror over the bench, and I looked up into it.  My face looked like I had been out in the sun all day; it was beet red.  She applied the cream to my legs and continued to work the laser head over every spot on my skin. She repeated for the other leg, and I was left with both legs looking sunburned.  She then applied the cream to my chest and abs down to my crotch and went over it all.  Then the same on both my arms.  Now it’s time for your crotch, she said.  She applied the cream to my crotch and penis and went over every inch except for a small triangular patch over my penis.  If you don’t like that, we can remove it later.  She then asked me to turn over, and she spread the cream on my butt crack and zapped the hair there as well.

“You will have to come back a few more times to get the stray hair follicles that are dormant right now.  Four or five treatments are usually enough, but this got rid of the majority of your hair.

I changed back into my dress, and Trixie and I went over to the cafeteria for lunch.  I had a tuna salad and a diet soda.  Trixie smiled and told me I looked like I had been out in the sun too long, and I agreed with her. But she added that my hair and nails looked great, and my newly pierced ears really set off my face too.

“After lunch, we are going over the theater, and you will join the other dancers and start to learn your routines.”

We finished up lunch and walked over to the theater and back into the dancer’s changing room, and Trixie gave me my gym bag and told me to change into one of the outfits.  There is a makeup table at the end, you can put your things there.

I changed, and Trixie led me out to the stage where the girls were practicing.  They all saw me and said hi. The lead dancer’s name was June, and she told me she would help me learn the routines and all the dance steps, but for now, just to stand behind the girls and watch them run through their routines.   I watched them in amazement, wondering how I was going to learn all of these dance moves. They were so intricate and precise.

June saw me and said, “Don’t worry, Tammi, we all had to start at one point; things will get easier as you get further into it.”

I watched them run through their full performance, with June calling out the routines as they performed them and telling several dancers to check their form as they performed.

Once the girls were finished. They left to get changed, and June started with me. She slowly went through a routine, calling out the various parts as she performed them. Then I got to try.  I was glad that I had been involved with dancing from a young age and soon picked up the first routine.  She had me perform it over and over.

“Again!” June would say, “Hold your head higher, raise your arms, smile at the audience. “

I repeated it over and over and over until I thought I would drop.

June smiled and said, “That is enough for one day.  You are doing well Tammi, I was a bit concerned with you at first, but I can see you have had classical dance training. “

“Yes,” I replied, “My mother had me take ballet lessons as a child, and I really loved it.  Later on, I trained in ballroom, jazz, and modern dance.”

“I will see you tomorrow at the same time Tammi,” she said as she left the stage.

Trixie told me we had one more stop to make.  We walked over to the conference center and walked into a room that looked like a small lounge.  There was a well-dressed man there who walked up to me.  He told me he is a hypnotist who does shows for the casino, and Sammy wanted him to help me out.

“What I will be doing is placing you into a trance, and then I will place headphones on you and let you watch a video for about an hour. Don’t worry, it won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.”

Trixie told me she would be back for me later and left the room.

Carlson lowered the lighting in the room and had me sit in a comfortable reclining chair.  He moved me back into a slightly reclined position, then showed me a pocket watch on a chain. There seemed to be a small spotlight shining from the ceiling on the watch.  It had diamonds on the clock face, and the back face and the spotlight made it very sparkly.

“Now, I just want you to relax your mind and start taking slow deep breaths,” he said to me.  “Breathe in relaxation, breathe out all your stress. Good, now keep your eyes on this slowly spinning pocket watch. Don’t look at me or anything else; just concentrate on the spinning watch. And keep slowly breathing in and out.”

I began to relax.  He told me that I was feeling the warmth of relaxation start at my feet and then into my ankles.  The relaxation was now slowly working its way up my legs and into my hips. I could actually feel this wave of warmth rising in my body, and I was wondering how he knew that. As he described how my body was relaxing and slowly each part was relaxing all the way to my head, I could feel this wave of warmth rise up to the top of my head.

“Now I am going to count down from 20 down to one, and with every count, you will relax more and more and sink deeper into total relaxation. “

I could feel myself slipping away, and I felt like I was sinking into the chair cushions as he spoke to me, and I became more and more relaxed in the reclining chair.

“I am going to count from 3 down to 1, and then you will sink deeply into a trance from which you will not awaken until I tell you to do so.”

“3, 2, 1, Sleep,” as he snapped his fingers.

When I awoke, I found I was wearing headphones, and a video had just ended. I felt awake and refreshed.  Carlson was gone, and Trixie entered the room.

“How are you feeling?” she asked.

“I never felt better,” I replied.

“Well, it’s dinner time now, so we are heading over to the restaurant for something to eat.”

“Is it that time already? Are you sure? It feels like I was only here for a few minutes.”

“Yes, you were under for around two hours; Carlson said you were one of the best subjects he has hypnotized for some time, and he did some extra work with you.”

“He asked me if he could use you in his show.”

“But I don’t remember anything after he told me to sleep.”

“Don’t worry about it, Tammi. It’s all good.”

We went over to the restaurant for dinner, and I had a Cajun blackened chicken breast, veggies, and a salad along with sparkling water.

We went to watch the Chorus Review, and once again, I was mesmerized by the girls.  I could hardly wait to join them on the stage and become one of them.

After dinner was over, Trixie escorted me back to my room, let me in, wished me good night, and locked the door.

I watched TV for a while, got bored, changed, and went to sleep.

I had this dream that I was being chased by someone, and I had to escape. I was running and running as fast as I could, but they were gaining on me.  I realized I was naked, and my body was that of a woman.  I seemed to be terrified of whoever was chasing me. I ran into an alley, and I realized there was nowhere to go.  I was trapped, so I stopped and turned to meet my fate, and then I woke up.  I was in a cold sweat.

What the heck was that all about?  I got up and opened myself a bottle of water from the small fridge in the room. I drank it down and figured I may as well relieve myself in the bathroom.  I returned to bed, and within minutes I was fast asleep.