Rose; Kick That Leg High
Well,
it all started about eight months ago, I had been working in Vegas
for a little over a month, a transplant from Southern Arizona. I came
up here to try and further my career as a dancer. Of course, the
chances of getting a job professionally are quite low, but dreams and
ideals spur you on to keep trying. It makes it twice as hard when you
are a male dancer. The majority of the dancers working in Vegas are
female, buxom semi-naked females.
I
auditioned at seven different casinos, each audition went well, but
they had nothing to offer me. They would keep my audition tape and
let me know if anything changed, the same spiel delivered at each
audition. I knew then I would probably never hear from them. The
shows I auditioned for had only one or two male dancers, so that made
it even more unlikely I would ever be called.
In
the meantime I was able to find a job at a dance studio, teaching
young girls the basics. It allowed me to find an apartment and settle
in for the long campaign to find something better. The apartment was
basic, one bedroom, a living room with kitchen and a bathroom with
shower only. The dance studio was within walking distance of the
apartment, otherwise I probably would not be able to work. I had a
car, but it has seen its better days a few years ago, each trip into
Vegas for an audition was done on a hope and a prayer.
I
watched the newspapers every day looking for any opportunities to get
my foot in the door. There was a local magazine for the entertainment
industry that also had listings of new show castings and any open
auditions. I missed very few chances to show off my abilities, but
being male was more of a hindrance than I first thought. The casinos
employ some male dancers but only as support dancers for the girls.
Once employed with a casino there are few new male dancers added, the
existing ones often used for any new shows.
Surprisingly
my big break came about at my get by job as a dance instructor. One
of the mothers coming to pick up her daughter was early and watched
the end of my class. Her daughter was in her teens, quite talented
and a good pupil.
I
am a little unorthodox in my teaching methods, doing everything as a
group, in a circle where each of us could see what the other was
doing. We were doing a class on some numbers from a couple of the
strip shows. I had all of the pupils in leotards, tights and heels.
In fact, that was a requirement of the class, mastering heels of at
least three inches. A lot of the young girls were so thrilled to be
able to wear heels feeling that it made them so grown-up. Doing parts
of the routines from the Vegas shows adding to that feeling.
To
better show them the steps I was dressed in leggings, short shorts
and my own four inch heels. I had done it for a class I taught in
Phoenix, a part time job that I enjoyed, in fact the owner of that
dance studio gave me a very nice letter of reference when I left to
head to Vegas. I was sure that most anybody else looking at me would
consider me a very gay guy, but I found it much easier to show the
girls what I wanted if I am dressed and dancing just like them. The
first class, when they got a look at me, there were giggles, then I
did a routine including some high kicks, and I never received another
giggle after that.
The
lady after watching the end of the class, approached her daughter and
had her introduce me. Her daughter looked a lot like her mother, tall
and slender, a definite dancer’s physique. Ms. Crockett was
personable and focused. I shook her hands, as she complimented me on
my teaching methods. We talked a little about her daughter, her
strengths and where she needed to improve the most.
“Would
you be interested in a job dancing? If so here is my card, come to
the casino at eight AM tomorrow morning and we can talk.”
She
was all business, never waiting for my reply. I wanted to scream at
her sure, I would love a job dancing, but never got the opportunity.
She had already taken her daughter, as they slipped out of the
studio. I had another class right after this one so I put the card in
the pocket of my shorts and busied myself getting things ready for
the next class.
It
was about three hours later when I had a chance to look at the card
again. She was a producer of one of the Vegas shows, the casino was
new to the strip but a lot of people were talking about it already. I
doubted if anything would come of the offer to dance, I had several
instances in the past where people offered me a chance at something,
but it turned out to be just an attempt to get a discount on their
daughter’s lessons. I was sure that is the case here too. I will
make the effort though, any chance though slim is worth taking.
I
dressed fairly conventional, not wanting to inspire the gay thing to
take hold. I did however take some leggings with me and two pair of
heels. While my feet were not unusually large, I did require a ladies
size ten heel, not the most standard shoe for stores to stock. I was
early, getting there at a little past seven-thirty and shown to the
theater. Ms. Crockett was working with some dancers on stage, so I
went down to one of the first tables in front of the stage and sat
and watched. The girls were tired, they probably danced last night
and then had to get up extra early to work on their routine. Ms.
Crockett was very good, but didn’t have much if any patience. I
could see she was getting frustrated, so in an attempt to make points
with her, I asked if I could work with them for a few minutes.
She
turned around to stare at me, then smiled. She made her way down from
the stage, showed me a video of the routine she wanted them to master
and then told me I had an hour.
“Where
can I change?”
“Backstage
to the right, second door in.” I grabbed my backpack and went
backstage. I smiled when I saw the door she had alluded to was a
female dressing room. I entered and quickly changed into my leggings,
shorts and heels. I went back on stage, introduced myself and asked
their names.
All
the time the girls were trying to stop from giggling, though I didn’t
pay them any attention. I started the music and asked them to do the
routine. They hesitated, wondering who this new person is ordering
them around. I asked them again, for me to help them I have to see
what they are capable of.
One
of the girls, suggested that I show them how it is done, so they can
see how it should be done properly. I waited till the music started
again and went into the routine. It was a standard routine done to
music of the fifties, though in this case it was a little different
arrangement musically. I noticed open mouths when I glanced in their
direction, but kept doing the routine. When I finished I looked in
their direction.
“Now
it is your turn.” They immediately started and I did the routine
with them, but facing them instead of alongside. The third time we
went through the routine I could see improvement.
When
the hour was up Ms. Crockett came back onstage, complimented the
girls on doing better then sent them off. She took my hand and led me
to an office in the back of the casino’s theater. Pointed to a seat
and then got behind the desk. “Could you do what you did this
morning for a job six days a week?” I smiled and nodded yes. “Then
you are hired, when can you start?”
I
asked when she wanted me to start work, “I will give notice at the
dance studio, but those classes are afternoon and evening I could
probably do both until my other employer could find somebody.” That
seemed fine with her.
Since
the last show is at midnight the dancers are finished around two,
then usually eat at the casino before going home. I had suggested to
them, a few weeks earlier that we rehearse new routines in the early
morning, then they would have the rest of the day off. That seemed to
meet with everybody’s approval. “Is five AM too early for you, it
would give them time to eat, relax some and change into their workout
clothes?”
“No
that would be fine with me, what do you want me to teach them? I
haven’t seen the show yet, so I don’t know all the routines yet,
maybe if you have videos of those that I can look at that will help a
lot.”
“I
have got a better idea, come to the show tonight as my guest and you
can see it firsthand. The midnight show would be best, so come to the
theater entrance and give them your name and you will be shown to my
table. Dress is casual, heels are allowed if you want to wear them.
There was a smirk as she said that, and a small giggle escaped the
corners of her mouth. No rehearsal tonight I would like to talk to
you in depth. That we will do after you see the show. Then tomorrow
night you can start with the dancers.”
“That
will be fine, I will be here later.” I left the theater and went
back home. Half way there I realized I had forgot to ask what my pay
would be, not too smart on my part, but any chance to get ahead I
guess is worth taking. I ate some lunch, took a short nap and then
headed to my dance class job. Melanie the owner was sorry to lose me,
but thrilled that I had landed a better job.
“I
have another dancer that needs part-time employment and she would use
them to take over my classes. So just work today and then you can
leave. If it changes later, please come back, I like having you work
here and the students adore you.”
I
made it through the classes, but didn’t announce to the class that
I was leaving. I did notice that Ms. Crockett’s daughter was not
there, I will most likely be teaching her too. After the classes I
went back home, showered and tried to find something appropriate to
wear. I did consider wearing the heels, but chickened out when I
thought that it might reflect back negatively on my new boss.
I
headed over to the casino, still very early for the meeting. I played
some slots for a while, actually winning some money. I decided to
take my winnings and see the first show, that way I would be better
prepared to discuss it with Ms. Crockett. It was a fairly good show,
I could see the timing was off in a couple of spots and a few of the
girls were having difficulty with their execution. I made notes on
who the girls were, I would work with them the most.
I
was surprised when a very feminine hand grasped my shoulder, I looked
up and saw a smiling Ms. Crockett. She insisted on me joining her at
her table, took my hand and led me away. Her only comment when we
were seated at her table was where are your heels? I tried to ignore
her, hoping she would not further the questioning about my heels.
I
continued to watch the show still making my notes. There were five
male dancers in the show, mainly in a supporting role. One of them
was very talented, but his timing was probably the worst of all the
dancers. The others were just so-so. I noticed her looking at my
notes, then smiling. I presume she agreed with most of my
evaluations.
When
the show concluded she dragged me to the five star restaurant on the
top floor of the casino. I tried to beg off, but she insisted on me
eating dinner with her. After being greeted, we were led to a table
over in the corner, and the Maitre’D held her chair for her. It
was then as I seated myself that I noticed the sign on the table that
this table is reserved for Ms. Crockett. I suddenly had new respect
for her, I don’t think her being a producer of the show, would
guarantee her a private table at one of the most expensive
restaurants in town.
She
ordered for me, I was a little put out that she did, but after
hearing what she ordered for me I backed down. It was their salad
supreme, two kinds of lettuce, tomato, onions, celery, bell pepper,
olives, cucumbers, chicken, steak, and homemade wheat rolls. When the
waiter brought it to the table my mouth was open in surprise. The
bowl it was in was almost a foot across, then he set down the tray of
dressings, fifteen different bowls of dressings, all with organic
spices evident in their individual bowls.
We ate quietly for a while, she had ordered a delightful wine that
went with the salads making the dinner quite enjoyable. I could only
eat part of it so he put the rest in a takeout box for me. The
fanciest restaurant in town and I had a doggy bag to take home.
After
the dishes were cleared away we talked about the show, the dancers
and her thoughts on another show she was working on. It turned out
she was a part owner in the casino, thus her reserved table and other
amenities suitable for an owner.
After
she had covered her wishes and desires she asked my opinion on
things, she wanted the truth, not something I was sugar coating to
make her feel better. So I swallowed hard and laid it out for her. I
would replace at least ten of her dancers right away, then all of the
male dancers. To replace the male dancers I would hire female dancers
and dress them in bodysuits and tux jackets, but no pants, making a
much more pleasant sight on the stage. I listed the dancers I would
replace, her agreeing on all of them quickly. If some of the dancers
improved enough to keep them that would be a plus, but replacing the
male dancers with females should be done anyway.
I
asked about the new show, when did she intend to launch it, if it was
to be fairly soon, I suggested we not make any changes to this show
other than the replacement of dancers but work on the new show to get
in the extra work needed to make it a success. She pulled a tablet
out of her purse, found a file and then played it. She had bought the
show, when it was being performed in Atlantic City, they were going
to switch to something else, so she bought all the rights for it,
including the name.
I
watched it for a while, then told her my opinion. “It is a fine
show but it will take a lot of finesse to pull it off, the routines
depend on accurate timing, and the skill of the dancers will have to
be top notch. Of the girls you now have I would say that only three
would be able to master it. I might be wrong here, but need to spend
some more time with them before any hard decisions are made. There is
nobody qualified to be the lead dancer in your present batch of
employees, so a lot of dancers will have to be found and trained.”
“Well
I think I have found my person to handle this, so whenever you are
ready let’s get the ball rolling. Since you never asked about pay,
I presume you are willing to work for free, I appreciate that
concession, it will make keeping to my budget much easier.” She
stared at me for the longest time, the expression on my face finally
making her break out in laughter.
I
did not know how to bring it up, so I didn’t hoping that she was
just kidding. We adjourned to her office where she had me fill out an
application, then the proper forms for the government. Like I said
before she is all business, never missing anything and focused to the
max on what she wants and how to get it.
I
do hope I can satisfy her, I might have bitten off more than I can
handle in this case. I imagine she is a perfectionist, the way she
was working with the girls when I showed up that morning alluded to
that fact. Her lack of emotional control confused the girls, as she
sent mixed messages about their performance and what she wanted from
then, her frustration the end result. I hope my perseverance and
teaching by doing will allow the girls to improve enough to satisfy
her, thus insuring my continued employment.
She
asked where I lived and what kind of transportation I had available
to use. I was reluctant to say much, any details likely to make me
look rather pathetic.
“I
have an apartment in Henderson, the only place I can afford. My car
is well past its prime, I have no idea how long I can depend on it to
get me where I want to go.”
“How
about you staying here in the hotel, a suite and your meals furnished
at the restaurant attached to the theater. It is open for lunch and
dinner, you meals would be free. If you tire of it you can eat at any
of the other restaurants in Vegas, but I think our quality will be
sufficient for you most of the time. She pushed the contract over in
my direction and I read it thoroughly. It wasn’t that I had trouble
with it, it was because I couldn’t believe how favorable it was for
me.
It
had the clause about the room and the meals, also a weekly salary of
thirteen hundred dollars, plus free medical and a small percentage of
the gross of the new show. My only response. “Are you sure, this is
very generous?”
“Yep
I am sure. I intend to get my money’s worth from you and more, so
do not worry about the rate of pay and benefits. There is one other
thing I want you to include my daughter in any practice sessions when
she is not being tutored. I feel she has potential, but needs the
discipline more than the extra training. I will leave her in your
capable hands, incidentally for what it is worth, she admires you and
looks up to you for leadership and guidance.” I blushed red at that
statement, seldom have I ever received a compliment that nice.
I
signed the forms and she made me copies for my files. She would be
with me the day after tomorrow to introduce me to the rest of the
dancers, and tell them I am in charge now. Thank you for hiring me, I
will try my hardest to please you. I got a hug, you have already
pleased me, so just be yourself and we will get along fine.
I
told her I wanted to run an ad for new dancers, an audition required
before consideration. She gave me the particulars for the paper and
the entertainment magazine and told me to handle it myself. I also
asked if I could use the theater to dance through some of the new
routines, a sort of feeling it out and also some practice doing them.
She handed me a key and told me what door to enter from. She reached
into her purse and retrieved a key card for my new residence. She
would handle the restaurant for me, informing them of the meal
arrangement. With her already having a key card for the room with
her, I presume she figured I might accept her offer.
As
I headed back home I pinched myself several times. It is all too good
to be true, fearing any minute the dream will end, and reality will
rear its ugly head. I made several decisions that night as I lay
awake trying to figure out how this will play out. Other than my
clothes I decided I would bring nothing from the apartment in
Henderson. Maybe I can find somebody to buy what few meager
possessions that I have. After I get everything to the hotel I
decided to sell my car. It was on its last leg, in fact I just hoped
it would make the few remaining trips to get me and my clothing up
there.
The
car did manage to get me to and fro as I moved my few things to the
hotel. Then on the last trip, a block from the hotel the rear axle of
the car broke, rendering the car unusable. Luckily I had managed to
get it off the road before it coasted to a stop. I had to make three
trips, by foot, to get my last few belongings to my room. Luckily I
was able to arrange for a salvage yard to haul the car off, in lieu
of paying them, their intention was to sell it for scrap metal.
The
room she had arranged for me was super nice, a one bedroom with a
nice bath, a living room and a patio that over looked the strip. It
was on the third floor, paying guests preferred the floors above
because of the view. She arranged for a table for me in the
restaurant, in their slacker times, with anything they had in the
menu for me to choose from. I rested the first day, but later that
night I attended the show again, wanting to see what I had to do to
get by, while I worked on the new show and replaced dancers if I
could find some good enough.
My
first early morning on the job, introductions were made, and I made
my presence known quickly. Unbeknownst to me she introduced me to the
dancers as Rose. I had no idea where she came up with that name, it
was alright though, it doesn’t matter what they call me just that
they learn and do as I instructed.
I
showed each dancer their faults, what they were doing wrong, and how
to correct it. We ran through the present show three times, they were
tired, but most of the faults had been corrected. I had upgraded two
more of the girls to keepers, they just needed someone to work with
them. I didn’t play any favorites, the male dancers got both
barrels too, one tried to make the extra effort, the others resented
me and made no effort to correct their faults.
That
afternoon I had my first auditions, the word of mouth already
spreading through Vegas. I auditioned three females, two I hired for
sure, the other a might be, but she would require more coaching than
the others. By the next morning, word had spread to the present
dancers their attitude much improved. The four males made no
improvement, tomorrow after the show I will let them go. The two new
gals could fill in, and I had two of the other girls not on the stage
at the same time, so that would be the four that I needed. I had
acquired the cute tuxes that the females would wear already, so I
would be ready anytime. Good thing I did, three out of the four male
dancers knew they were going to be let go, calling that afternoon to
quit.
I
made changes to the number, but I had to have at least three to match
up with the female dancers. The two girls presently employed loved
the idea, tried on their costumes and were ready for tonight. I
talked with the one male dancer telling him what I had done, asking
him if he wanted to try the costume or just quit. If he quit I would
give him one week’s severance to ease the pain. He had another
offer for a job and decided to take it, I shook his hands and he
left. I decided to fill in for the last dancer, hopefully the salon
that Ms. Crockett used would be able to make me look less masculine.
A total female look was not necessary, but smooth clean legs and a
slight female figure would be essential. Maybe a high ponytail and
lipstick would be the only other things I needed.
Of course, Ms. Crockett heard what was going on and came to see me. I
told her how I had changed that portion of the show, now using three
dancers and the short cute tux costumes. She giggled, telling me to
head over to the salon now, she would call them and arrange for my
changes.
I
needed to think things through again, I think I had everything
covered but was not sure so I walked the three blocks to the salon. I
might end up taking a cab back depending on how feminine I turn out.
Indeed
they were waiting for me, two of their techs moved me swiftly to one
of the treatment rooms. I was helped to get out of my clothes, then
laid on a table. Quickly the two of them waxed me, a Brazilian no
less. I regularly shaved my legs, wearing heels and shorts with hairy
legs is just so gross. I several times tried to get them to change
their agenda, but was repeatedly told they were just doing what Ms.
Crockett wanted done. The pain I could handle, at least when they
were working on my arms and legs. Around the groin that was another
matter entirely. More than once I tried to bite through the towel
they had given me to curb any vocalizations.
As
soon as the waxing concluded, the two worked on my breasts, or lack
of, gluing on some very realistic breast forms covering the seams
with some putty like makeup. I thought they were too large for just a
back-up dancer but then again it was apparently what Ms. Crockett
desired. As I was checking out my new breast enhancements, a fake
pussy was glued over my male appendage and blended in with the
makeup. My male member glued up in my groin, unable to show himself
any more. The lips of the vagina were very realistic looking, I am
sure no one would ever realize my true sex. There again the costume
not really requiring a female camel toe, but that seemed to be
ignored by everybody.
The
other tech was giving me nail extensions, way too long in my opinion,
but again that was what they were told to apply. The red polish was a
gel polish, set with UV light, I knew it would be a while before I
would be able to remove it, without a lot of difficulty and lots of
acetone.
Moved
to a hair styling station, shampooed and conditioned then curlers and
an hour under a warm dryer. I was sure they had used some setting
gel, put on before the curlers were applied and right after the last
one was secured to my head. I was beginning to smell a rat, but the
show had to have the third dancer, I had volunteered, and it was
getting late. As the curlers were removed a light coat of makeup was
applied and after some teasing of the curls into an up do, the only
thing missing was my top hat and tux.
Surprise,
surprise in walks Ms. Crockett with my costume and hat. You have
never seen a bigger smile on a female than hers at that moment. I was
appraised as she carefully scanned my body, I presume to make sure
that all she had asked them to do to me was accomplished. There was
definitely no male left. In the costume I looked at my image,
especially my legs, for they were a female’s legs, the sheer
pantyhose glistening in any light. She took me back to the casino,
and directly to the theater. The other dancers were getting dressed
and as I appeared I was mobbed. They also had to see what all had
been done to me, not content for just a look see, but wanted all the
details, including a quick peek at my essentials. I got several
giggles when they saw my vagina, I was told I could use the ladies
lounge now, since I was no longer male down below, but a female like
them.
The
show did go off without a hitch, much better than any of the previous
ones that I had been involved with. After the last curtain call I was
asked to come to Ms. Crockett’s table, my male clothes in my room
and at the salon, so I put a smile on my face and went out to see her
dressed as I was. She had two guests at her table, both entertainment
critics for newspapers. One for the LA Times and one for the Las
Vegas Sun. This was not good, the show can use the publicity, but I
preferred to be a side liner, not singled out.
I
was interviewed about my job with the show, then why I had stepped in
tonight to fill in for one of the dancers. The LA critic wanted to
know my background in dancing, where I had trained and went to
school. They asked a little about the new show, both of them familiar
with it, having seen it when it opened back east. Since they were
talking mainly to Ms. Crockett now I asked to be excused and went
back to the dressing rooms. The girls had changed, getting ready to
get some nourishment. I was manhandled and soon was accompanying them
to the restaurant. They had found a dress I could borrow for tonight,
happy to see me in the female roll. The girls complimented me on my
appearance quite often, wanting to know if I was going to stay this
way.
That
is a good question, not even sure myself on the answer to that one. I
had an idea that Ms. Crockett had some other plans that had not been
run by me, so I remained silent on that question. We had a good time,
talking way into the night. In Vegas that is not a problem, most
everything open all hours of the day and night. I made it back to my
room early the next day, the practice had been canceled since
everyone had danced so well. Tomorrow night though it would be back
in place, a lot to learn about the new show.
I
had changed my mind about a couple more of the dancers, their
attitude recently and performance had improved considerably. After a
short nap, I went back to the theater, three more dancers came in for
an audition, only one of them worth hiring. I thanked them and told
them I would get back to them if anything changed. That exact same
line had been delivered to me many times over the last year.
I
used the quiet time to go over a couple of the routines for the new
show. I had only the stage lights on, so the audience area was dark.
After I finished, I gathered my things and was getting ready to leave
when I heard Ms. Crockett clapping. She walked on stage with a couple
of newspapers in her hands.
“How
many times have you rehearsed that particular routine?”
“That
is my second time, it still needs a lot of work though. What brings
you here this morning?”
“Well
I came by to show you the write-ups on the show and you. Quite
favorable by the way, one critic calling you the next star on the
strip. Everybody agreeing that this show has turned completely around
since you came here.”
“It
is just one person’s opinion, I prefer the public buying tickets to
the show as an indicator of how well I am doing. Steady sales, but no
surge at the box office yet. Anyway I am behind the scenes here, just
trying to get the dancers to do their routine well. I only filled in
on stage to keep the show going.”
She
smiled and then left me to close up and turn off the stage lights. I
made my way to my room carrying the newspapers she had brought me. I
laid them on a table by the door, not really interested in what they
said. I undressed, took a shower, and then slid on a large t-shirt to
spend the rest of the afternoon in. My new female figure was
prominent, my t-shirt showing the new breasts to their best
advantage. I was trying to stay focused, but the changes made to my
body made it difficult. The lack of something between my upper thighs
very noticeable for me.
I
ended up taking a nap, my new assets requiring some changes to my
sleeping habits, primarily the large breasts that were now always in
the way. Then after a late lunch I made my way back to the theater to
dance through a couple of the routines for the new show. By the time
I had been through them several times it was time to get dressed for
the show tonight. I managed my own makeup, the other girls amazed at
my ability. On the stage it went well, even better than last night.
I
was shanghaied again for dinner with them, we talked and talked about
everything and anything. We left in time to get back to the theater
and run through several of the new routines for the new show. The
girls made me dance the lead part, the least I could do in their
opinion. I danced it but facing them so that I could check out their
performance. I was happy, now most everyone quite capable of
mastering the routines. The timing was still off a little, but that
is not unusual at this stage. When I called for a halt today I was
mobbed. I got hugs and cheek kisses as they gathered their things and
headed home. I made the rounds to shut everything down.
As
I got to the door Ms. Crockett was there waiting for me. She grabbed
my hand and led me away. I was led to the restaurant, and then to her
table. A few minutes later a breakfast was served to us. I really
wasn’t hungry, but she stared at me until I took a few bites. It
was good, probably the best breakfast I have ever had. When we had
finished and the plates cleared away she grabbed one of my hands and
started her conversation. For her to get someone to open the
restaurant this early and cook, it must of have been important to
her. I could see the sun emerging from a storm front out the window,
otherwise it was quiet and peaceful, a rarity for Vegas.
“Rose,
I am extremely happy with your work so far, the girls adore you and
do everything they can to please you. Last night before the show
while you were getting ready they approached me and asked me to get
you to accept the lead role in the new show. Every girl was there,
and they were adamant in their request. They would do anything for
you, but feel you are the only one to headline the show. I happen to
agree and so does everybody I have met and asked advice of. The L. A.
critic in particular feels that with you headlining the show we will
soon be the most popular show on the strip.”
“For
now I want you to plan on being the headliner in the show, you can
continue to look for someone else, but plan on doing it yourself
until we find someone. That means you need some further feminizing,
just in case. I also suggest that you start living as a female, the
practice will only help you perform the part more realistically. I
know I am asking a lot of you, so I’ve decided to make you a part
owner in the show. I will also pay for a complete female wardrobe for
you. To hopefully cinch the deal I will double your current wage. I
know there will be a lot of work to get the show ready, especially if
you dance the lead. Please think about it today, and let me know
before the show tonight. I hope you will find a way to accept, you
have done so much already, the future looks good with you starring in
the show, I hate to think what it will be like if you decline.”
I
stood there speechless, I did get a hug before she headed off, but
that was it. Thinking about it for a minute she probably did not want
to hang around and give me a chance to turn her down. Leave and make
me think about it a much better idea. It was at least fifteen minutes
before I regained enough awareness to slowly head back to my room. I
managed to get there, but was not aware of the how and when of the
trip. Entering my room, I slipped off the heels and headed for the
bedroom. I slipped out of my clothes, and padded to the bathroom,
getting my bath started. Lots of bath salts, a few candles lit around
the tub, anything at all to help relax me and let me think straight.
Well as straight as a male that works as a dance instructor and wears
heels. Then we have my female figure, long nails and feminine
hairstyle to add to the image. I realized that wearing the heels is
what got me in this mess to start with.
The
mess was not all bad, my room at the hotel, free meals and a generous
salary to boot. Since I had nothing before, this was a significant
upgrade. Progress meant living as a female and dancing a lead in a
prominent Las Vegas Show. Some notoriety was inevitable, no matter
what I did, but at what price to me. If my true sex comes out some, I
am sure to be ridiculed, maybe even humiliated, depending on who outs
me.
I
finally decided to talk to her tonight, I had a lot of concerns both
for me and her if I accepted the deal. I managed a short nap, before
I went back to the theater to get ready for tonight’s show. The old
adage the show must go on is so true. I saw her checking to see if I
was here getting ready for the show, a smile coming to her face when
she saw me applying makeup. She went out to her table, to watch the
show. The gals were enthused tonight, bouncing all over the place. We
only had a few moments till the first show, so I didn’t have time
to ascertain what was going on.
The
show went off without a hitch, everybody’s timing was perfect, even
my trained eye could find no fault in their execution of the numbers.
I went out to her table during the break between the first and second
show, wanting to resolve this one way or the other. I realized if I
turned her down, I would most likely be unemployed in a few days if
not sooner. I set down at her table, my hose making a swishing noise
as I slid onto the chair.
I
didn’t wait for her to say the first words, I wanted all of my
concerns out there before she could ruin my train of thought. “What
do I do if I am found out? It will ruin me and bring disgrace to the
show. I am still not sure I can pull this off, dancing the lead is a
big part and will take all of my concentration to be able to do it as
it should be. Are you really sure about this? No matter what you
offer me in money, if I fail it will hurt you both personally and
financially. Since you have been so nice to me I especially don’t
want to see you hurt.”
“Instead
of arguing on whether you can pull this off, let’s take a two week
trial period, with you living as a female 24/7 and dancing in this
show and headlining the new show for two Sunday performances. The
first Sunday just for me and the second Sunday for all of my friends.
I have a few friends and contacts that want to see the show, so a one
night performance would be ideal. That way we can see if you like it,
and if you are capable of doing it. If all goes well you take my deal
and get on with life. If you falter we will seek some other
solution.”
“Meanwhile
I will work on covering your tracks up, making Rose real and with a
history. As far as the girls go, we will let a rumor leak out that
you have always been female, just acted butch and masculine for a
previous lover. None of the girls have seen you naked in male mode so
I doubt there will be any hesitation in accepting that premise. The
techs at the salon are the only ones to know your true sex, a little
well spent money will handle that. As part of my investments here in
Vegas I also own a portion of the salon so keeping your secret will
not be a problem.
I
want you to go ahead and finish the transformation to female, as far
as possible, dressing as a female from now on. That will only make
this so much easier to adjust to.”
I
sighed and accepted her proposition. I still had lots of concerns,
but a trial period would maybe be the best way to see if I can handle
the switch and being the star of the show. I spent all my free time
dancing the lead role, making sure I was performing it to the best of
my ability. I was in the theater during the afternoon, right up until
time to get ready for the first show.
Then
there was the salon changes she scheduled for me. Several days were
set aside for me to be transformed using the latest and most advanced
methods to make sure my looks were one hundred percent female. Some
fat was moved around on my body to a more feminine location, my
breast forms were replaced with tissue sucked from my body, and
appropriate for a star of the show. Let’s just put it this way,
after a show the first thing I put on was a bra, these puppies needed
all the support I could give them, otherwise they physically hurt. My
body hair was removed permanently, and my eyebrows became blank
spaces on my forehead. There was no more they could do to make me
more feminine, junior was glued away already, although he did receive
an upgrade in his covering. Other than a doctor I doubt anyone could
detect I was not a cis gender female.
Ms.
Crockett did erase my past, even my school records were changed to
female. Since neither of my parents were still alive, a new set of
parents were issued with me as their only daughter. So now I had a
new birth certificate and state ID, no driver’s license since she
insisted I would never drive a car in the future. Who am I to argue
with her? As it stands now I never leave the hotel, everything I need
is right here at my fingertips, well there is the salon, but the
hotel limo delivers me and picks me up. Other than the theater, my
room is a favorite spot for me to enjoy several hours every chance I
get.
The
girls in an effort to make sure there was no back sliding on my part
managed to get into my room and hauled off all of my male clothes.
They did a thorough job, not a stitch of anything masculine remained
in my room. I am sure they had help, a certain employer of mine had
to furnish access to my room. I was surprised but not upset, I needed
the practice of interacting as a female anyway. They even set up a
blind date for me, luckily they went along with their dates to make
sure the two of us behaved.
I
think I handled myself admirably for a new female, I did receive a
kiss on the cheek at the conclusion of the date and a request for
another date later. I told him I would think about it, but right now
I was so involved in the show it would have to be a no.
Time
was slipping by quicker than I imagined, only a few days to the first
performance of the new show. Supposedly it was to be only in front of
Ms. Crockett, but I doubted she would be the only one to attend the
unveiling of the new show. The girls were excited, they had worked
hard to learn the routines, attending many extra rehearsals to try
and get it right. I was proud of them, when we started the first
dance of the new show I swelled up with pride, my girls were doing a
fantastic job, so far not a missed cue or even a stumble.
The
costumes were magnificent, Ms. Crockett having special costumes made
just for the show. As per a normal Vegas show they were extremely
brief, mine in particular. Most of my new enhanced figure was on
display, a stocking or a brief piece of lingerie the only thing
between my skin and the audience. As per usual the stage lights were
on, but no lights in the audience area. I sensed more than just a few
people in the audience, but had no way to confirm my suspicions. The
show went off without a hitch, everybody performing to perfection. As
the last stage light faded out and the audience lights came up I
realized we had performed the show to a packed audience. The girls
and I made our way backstage, the last routines rather energetic and
leaving us all short of breath.
Ms.
Crockett’s daughter the first to get to me, flying across the stage
and landing in my embrace. She was soon joined by her Mom and several
other people, the few that I recognized were the other owners of the
casino. I was complimented on my work and leadership, and then they
allowed me and the girls to put on some clothes so we were not as
naked as when on stage. After we had changed we were led to the
restaurant, where they had set up a full buffet for everyone. Usually
a dancer has quite an appetite, so the buffet was indeed welcome. We
relaxed, feeding our faces and unwinding a little. I was told that
the press was in attendance for the show, many thousands of pictures
taken, a lot of them to be in the papers the next day.
Eventually
everyone wondered off, the girls wanting to catch some sleep, they
had been so excited to actually dance the routines on stage that the
excitement had them hyper all day. Now that was fading away, sleep
for a few hours to be most welcome. Ms. Crockett had me stay for a
few more minutes, wanting me to know what was coming in the next few
days. I already had an idea of what she was going to say, but the
degree she was considering is way beyond anything I could fathom.
Full
page ads in the Las Vegas, Los Angeles and the San Francisco papers.
Then smaller ads in the Phoenix, Reno, Sacramento and the Salt Lake
papers. The critics from all of those papers were in attendance
tonight guaranteeing a review of the show also to be in those same
papers. They anticipated being sold out shortly, once word spread
about the show.
This
was all due to my dancing and handling of the show. To make sure I
was happy, I would be offered several amenities not offered before,
including a suite at the hotel on the top floor of the establishment.
Once I got everyone settled into the new show, she wanted me to see a
show she was thinking about buying for later in the year. This one
was more elaborate, the costumes more impressive and the nudity more
adventuresome.
She
walked me to my room, hugged me closely and then kissed me fully on
the lips. As she closed the door behind her I was lost in thought and
lust. We had worked closely together, but never anything romantic
between us. The girls constantly kidded me about being perfect for
Ms. Crockett but I never took them seriously.
Maybe
they were right. I knew she was single, her significant other dying
in the Middle East many years ago. I never intruded in her personal
life, I had so much to handle myself, deciding to concentrate on my
own affairs. Apparently she has some other things in mind, none of
what I can visualize I would object to. She is a beautiful woman,
personable and fun to be around. Her daughter is a jewel, much like
her Mother, sweet and caring.
As
soon as I laid down on the couch I was instantly out of it, not
waking till much later that day. Ms. Crockett had been to my room,
leaving the papers and their reviews on my kitchen table. She also
left me some breakfast, asking me to join her as soon as I was
dressed and mobile. I glanced at the reviews all favorable, the ads
that they had run quite surprising. The main image was me in my
finery, doing one of the high leg kicks, a part of the last number in
the new show. I took the time to take a bath, soaking in the scented
water letting all my worries fade away. A recently acquired habit
that I had enthusiastically embraced. I put on some clothes then made
my to Ms. Crockett’s room. Janey, her daughter, greeted me hugging
me and kissing my cheek. I was dragged to their balcony where I got
the same treatment from her Mother.
Janey
left to get me some lunch, since it was already nearly two in the
afternoon. I was informed that the new show was sold out for over a
year, every performance and even a waiting list for any
cancellations. They had taken a chance and raised ticket prices, not
one complaint from anybody trying to get tickets for the new show.
Then
Ms. Crockett, asked to be called Heather and suddenly got very
serious. All this time and I never learned her first name, she was
always just Ms. Crockett. Heather took my hand and held it with both
of hers, then somehow slid a ring on my finger. I looked at what she
was doing, then gasped at the size of the stone in the ring. She took
one of her hands and raised my chin till I was looking directly into
her eyes. Please Rose marry me and make me the happiest woman on this
planet. I didn’t even hesitate as I leaned in and whispered yes,
then attacked her lips and mouth trying to show her how much I wanted
this.
The
moment went on and on, you can’t put a limit on the showing of
affection between two soul mates. And to think that all started with
me in heels kicking that leg high. Destiny maybe, but whatever it was
it is so right. Along with starring in a sold out show, I have a
wedding to look forward to. Things just can’t get any better or can
they? Time will tell, so I will just keep kicking that leg high
eagerly awaiting the next event in my future.
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