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Chapter Eight
When I wake up it seems that I am back in my world, the year and surrounding I am accustomed to. I cannot find Lexi so I am unable to discuss my dream with her. I keep mulling over in my mind what she might say about me being a woman and her loving me and soon becoming my bride. I am still blown away by the time I had in New Las Vegas with her as Kim Kardashian.

In this world we, Lexi and I, are leaving to go to Finesse City International Airport for our flight to our world's Las Vegas in a little less than three-hours. I cannot find her so I guess she is off doing last-minute things for our wedding. I still don't know why I am zoning between alternate worlds... I presume they are alternate worlds... and don't know how it will be married to my girl in both worlds.

I decide to watch a travel video we received from our hotel to scope out a plan for things to do post-wedding. We are staying in Las Vegas for seven days after the guests return home and I believe that becoming accustomed to the lay of the land is a good thing.

We have tickets for a show on each of our nights after the wedding. I am in possession of three tickets for the most popular Cirque shows and one for a female-illusionist revue. We'll see everything from The Beatles to Elvis to Kris Angel, one “skin show”, Penn and Teller and some “beautiful women who are really men”.

“Can they really pull it off?” I wink to myself in the mirror and wonder what the illusionists feel when they are dressed in a cross-gender manner. Do they get turned on or are they like me and feel that it is a part of them that extends beyond fetish? I see the pictures and they are good.

The Joan Rivers specialist has supposedly had surgeries to make him more Joan-like. I see a Britney clone and one that does Diana Ross and I can't tell that they are really men. I start thinking about what it would be like if I transform into Kim Kardashian right in their midst. Would they see her or would they see me, Kendall Karcher, Jr.?

I start staring at myself in the mirror. I see me but I also see a very faint image of Kim transposed over me. I am startled.

This has never happened before!

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Lexi is here now and I ask her how she's doing.

“Do you have butterflies, sweetie?”

She takes some time to answer. “Are you trying to hide something from me Kenny?”

“Why do you ask that?”

“I guess it's my intuition, hon.”

“I'm trying to hide my butterflies, but I really want to marry you.”

“What is it, Kendall?”

“I had a dream, I think.” I don't want to tell her how genuinely real my incident seemed. I don't want to run her off. “I was Kim Kardashian again.”

“Kendall...”

“Baby, I can't help it. She comes when I don't even expect it.”

“Are you sure? Can't you take a tranquilizer or something? Isn't there a medicine you can take?”

“I don't think so, Lexi.”

“I don't want you to change into her and ruin our wedding.”

“I don't want to ruin it either, sweetie.”

“Kendall...”

“What, Lexi?”

“Kendall...”

“I'll try to keep it under control.”

“Kendall...”

“What, baby?”

“Look at yourself in the mirror.” Lexi starts crying.

I look in the mirror and I am Kim.

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I am running around the room wondering if this is a dream. I pinch myself and I am already awake. Lexi is bawling and I'm trying to tell it'll be okay in time for the wedding.

“Quit running around.” Lexi has stopped crying and doesn't sound angry. She just seems worried and concerned. “You really do look like her.”

“I know. It's uncanny.”

“If you don't change back, what are we going to tell your parents? Do they even know?”

“They don't.” I start crying. “How am I going to make them understand?”

“Kenny, it's not your fault... I guess.”

“If I could stop it, I would, baby. I love you as Kenny. What am I going to do?”

“Do you love me when you're like this or does all the loving stop?”

“Honey, I always love you, wherever I am, whoever I am.”

“Do you like being her?”

“I don't know. I guess it's kind of fun. It's different.”

“What would you do if you have to be her forever? Would you still love me?”

“Always. I'll always love you, baby. If I had to be Kim Kardashian forever, I could do worse. I'm kind of getting used to this body.”

“Kenny?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Do you think the real Kim is you now?”

“I never thought of that. She must be awful disappointed...”

“Kendall Alan Karcher, Jr... she would be hard-pressed to find anyone else as good as you.”

“But I'm a little chubby in my real body...”

“More of you to love...”

“And I don't have any hair...”

“It's in style...”

“But it must be hard for a woman as gorgeous as her to become a man as plain as me.”

“Sweetie, she could do worse.”

We both start laughing. By the time we are through I have changed back to my good-old Kendall-Karcher self.

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We are at Finesse City International Airport getting ready to board the flight to Las Vegas. I seem to be holding stable as far as male personas go. We haven't discussed what will happen if I change to Kim mid-flight and I am more than pleased that it didn't happen while we going through the body scanning machines. Although security is much more difficult these days, I was sort of relieved that it gave me time to soul-search.

Neither Lexi or I have been sequestered to another part of the terminal, so we consider ourselves blessed. We made arrangements for most of the flowers and wedding things to get to Nevada through a local wedding service. She has a carry-on bag and I have some things stuffed into a Finesse City Terror sports bag. We have a suitcase each and Lexi has a giant suitcase that only holds her cosmetics.

Lexi's mother has her wedding dress because it's not good luck for me to see her in it until our day finally arrives. My parents and hers have become good friends over the duration of our relationship and they left for Las Vegas two-days ago. My father and hers wanted to take in some golfing and our mothers were to get in touch with the church people.

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Our flight touches down almost fifty-minutes after we left Finesse City and I am still Kendall. Lexi looks relieved that I have not shifted genders on her and we are hailing a taxi. Nothing happens on our trip to Encore, our hotel.

We make it through check-in and are walking to our rooms. We have separate rooms because Lexi is superstitious and doesn't want anything to happen to spoil the wedding. She figures that if I try to make it into her room she will send me out on my nose from this evening until tomorrow afternoon once we are man and wife.

We are meeting our parents and the wedding party for dinner at the Bellagio Hotel and Casino. Before we leave to hail a taxi, Lexi decides I need to talk to her parents and mine.

“You need to tell them, Kendall.”

“But they'll think I'm crazy, sweetie. Can't we tell them after the wedding?”

“I don't think that's a good idea.”

“But you changed in front of me, what if you do the same in front of them and our friends?”

“How long have I known you, baby?”

“Five-years.”

“In five-years, how often have I transformed into a woman in yours or anyone else' presence?”

“Only yesterday.”

“I don't think it's going to happen in Vegas, baby.”

“Kendall, I don't want to be embarassed.”

“I won't embarrass you, baby.”

“Well, okay. We need to tell them some time, Kenny.”

“I promise that when we get back to Finesse City, we'll sit down together and fill them in on what has happened to me.”

“We better... you better...”

“I promise, baby.”

I kiss my fiance on the lips as our taxi pulls up to the Bellagio Hotel and Casino. Our party is waiting and we have one of the most wonderful dinners of our lives.