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 I paid off my gambling debts, 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 water from the bathroom. I started it going and then took a shower. I returned in my lovely pink terry towel robe and sat on the bed, enjoying a fresh coffee.

The deserts around Vegas contain the graves of many people who wanted to go against these powerful men. As I was sipping it, thinking, they have trapped me 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 badly for me. I had no choice but to accept my present circumstances and even enjoy them. I loved 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 one of the new dresses out of the closet and pulled it on, then I picked out a wig and pulled it over my wig cap in the bathroom.
I went back to the room and enjoyed a second cup of coffee.

At 8 am 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 exhausted.”

“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 realized that a casino was 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 transgender 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 hormone readiness assessment 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 occurred but chose to say nothing. It was more of Sammy’s doing, I figured. I was beginning to understand that last clause in my contract, and Sammy intended to make me into a woman. I didn’t yet know to what end, 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 and a prescription for 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.
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This is something you will have to do now, so don’t fight it. Think about it Tammi, 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 three months. I then went in and gave the blood and urine tests and 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 to meet the personal trainer 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, opened the trunk, pulled out a gym bag, and handed it to me.

“This is your fitness outfit. There are three sets of them for you 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 went through the machines and exercises I would perform.

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. I took the pills and washed them down—no time like the present to start.

We went back 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 exercising, taking a shower, 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 see him 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 washed all my makeup off, but I didn’t bring anything with me, so I didn’t worry about it. I remembered to remove my wig before I showered.

Trixie was waiting for me when I entered the lobby.

“How was that?” she asked me.

“Exhausting, I thought I was in better shape than I 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 a beauty salon was 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.
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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 I had pinned it up under a wig cap. She brushed it out, and my hair was shoulder length.

“Mmm, you have nice hair, girl. I will start with a few highlights in your hair and add a few extensions.” 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 dried 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. Sally took out a set of acrylic salon nails. She had a tube of adhesive and applied an acrylic nail to each of my fingers. Sally then cleaned them off and used a pretty pink sparkly nail polish. Once they were dry, she applied a top coat of clear polish to protect them from scuffs. I looked at my new nails, and they 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 she needed to file any callouses. I was good, so she filed and buffed my toenails. She then cleaned them and applied the same pink polish. She let them dry and then used the topcoat. I looked down at my feet with all the cotton balls between my toes. I loved the new pink sparkly nails I was now sporting on both my hands and feet.

While this was going on, Carrie weaved in some hair extensions to lengthen my hair. She then 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, wrapped my hair in paper sheets, and rolled it up into rollers, pinning them to my head. She repeated this until all my hair was in rollers and then applied a smelly solution to my hair and pulled a shower cap on over my head. She told me I had to let that sit for a few minutes to set my perm.

Sally asked me to stay still. She brought a small device over and marked a dot on each of my earlobes. She then loaded and cocked the device, placed it on my earlobe. I heard a click and slight jab like a needle, and I had my first pierced ear. Sally 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 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. Please use this bottle of disinfectant on your new pierced ears for a couple of weeks while they heal. Leave the studs in there for now as the holes can easily close up. 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 pulled my stockings back on, 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 now had a 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 made it pop now. My hair was ordinarily straight, but the perm 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 that since it’s a perm, I can just brush it out after washing and drying my hair.

Trixie then told me what was in store for me.

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

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 with a few controls and 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. Typically blonde hair like yours is hard to remove with a laser, but this is the latest model, and it works well on blonde hair.

She turned on the machine, and it whirled up to life. She took one of the wands and said, “I will remove your facial hair first.”
This procedure was excruciating. I could feel the wand against my skin. Then there was a flash, and I felt my skin burn. She continued for a few minutes, and I asked her to stop since the pain was too intense for me. She told me she had a solution. She took out a tube of 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, covering my entire neck and face.

A ceiling mirror was over the bench, and I looked up into it. My face looked like I had been out in the sun all day, and 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 both legs looked 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. “If you don’t like the patch, we can remove it later.” She applied the cream to my crotch and genitals and went over every inch except a small triangular patch. 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 today we got rid of most of your hair.”
I changed back into my dress, and Trixie and I walked 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 new pierced ears set off my face too.
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After lunch, we are going over the theater, and you will join the other dancers and start to learn your routines.”
We finished lunch and walked over to the theater and back into the dancer’s changing room, and Trixie handed me my gym bag and told me to change into one of the outfits. There is a makeup table at the end, and you can put your things there.
I changed, and Trixie led me out to the girls’ stage. 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, stand behind the girls and watch them run through their performances. I watched them in amazement, wondering how I would learn all of these dance moves. They were so intricate and precise.

June saw the concern on my face and said, “Don’t worry, Tammi, we all had to start at one point; things will get easier as you learn the routines.”

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

The girls finished the performance, 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. She had me perform it over and over. I was glad that I danced from a young age and soon picked up the first routine.

“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 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 approached me. Trixie introduced me to a hypnotist named Carlson, who performed a show for the casino, and Sammy wanted him to help me out.

“Tammi, 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 shiny 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. Carlson told me that I felt the warmth of relaxation starting at my feet and then rising into my ankles. This relaxing feeling slowly moved up my legs and into my hips. I could feel this wave of warmth rising in my body, and I was wondering how he knew that. As he described how I was relaxing, my body completely relaxed up 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, as 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,” commanded Carlson as he snapped his fingers.

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

“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 watched the Chorus Review show, 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 the show 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 someone was chasing me, and I had to escape. I was running and running as fast as I could, but this unknown person was 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 a blind alley, and I realized I had 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? I was trembling, got up, and opened a water bottle from the small fridge. I drank it down and figured I might as well relieve myself in the bathroom. I returned to bed, and within minutes I was fast asleep.