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.
“
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.

I slowly awoke to the sound of my alarm. I reached around for it and hit the snooze button. I slowly began to awaken. I pulled myself out of bed and sat on the edge of it, gradually waking up. I figured they would have me do what I did yesterday, as I was training to be a showgirl. I wonder how long it would take me to be good enough to get on stage with the rest of the girls? I was looking forward to this, since seeing the show for a couple of nights now. Those girls in their costumes looked stunning up there on the stage. I remembered they wore different outfits for each night. I wondered how many costumes they used?

I am sure I will find out. I went over what I had done yesterday. I started taking hormones, and it looked like I was on my way to becoming a woman, whether I wanted to or not. Part of me wanted to stay as Tommy, but a part of me was looking forward to becoming Tammi full-time. These conflicting thoughts were confusing me. Sure, I liked dressing up as a woman, but I never really considered that I wanted to become a woman. Now I wasn’t so sure, and it was all very confusing. I can’t believe the hormones are affecting my mind already. No, this had to be some part of me that secretly desired this change and was only now making itself known to me. One thing that I now knew for sure, my life was never going back to the way things were. I had to say it, and it looked like my former life as Tommy was history.

Then I got to thinking about the hypnosis session. What happened to me while I was under hypnosis? I couldn’t remember anything from the session, and I wondered what he had me doing for two hours? Then I had that strange dream, and I never remember dreams. I asked myself if it meant anything or was related to the hypnosis.

I set my morning coffee going, went into the bathroom, and took a nice hot shower. I looked at my face and body, and it looked like I still had a sunburn, and there was no reason to shave. One less thing to worry about, I guess. I put on my robe, wrapped a towel around my head, and went back out to enjoy my morning coffee. I turned on the TV and looked for any morning news shows. Not much was happening in the world today, and I had my second cup. I got up, turned off the TV, went back into the bathroom, and started getting ready. I brushed out and dried my hair with the blow dryer, and damn girl, it looked great! The perm added so much body, and the new highlights made it pop. I put a couple of drops of the antiseptic on my pierced ears and started applying my makeup. I started with the foundation to cover my reddish skin and dusted on a bit of powder. I then worked on a few highlights on my cheeks and nose, applied the eyeshadow and eyeliner, and applied the mascara. I drew in my eyebrows with a pencil, outlined my lips, and used a lip gloss that matched my fingernails. There! I looked like a sexy girl now.

I put on my lingerie, placed the false boobs in my bra pockets, pulled up my stockings, and attached them to the garters.
I walked over to the closet and picked out a pretty pink dress and pink heels. I felt incredibly girly today for some reason. Was this due to the hypnosis? I don’t know. My life was inside out, and I wasn’t sure about anything now.

Just then, I heard a key in my room door. I stood up, and Trixie came into the room. She smiled and said good morning to me.

"First, here is a cup with your pills and a water bottle." I took the cup from her, dropped the pills in my mouth, and washed them down with some water. I put the cap back on the water bottle and tossed it in the fridge for later.

“Let’s go for breakfast.”

I followed Trixie out of the room, and we made our way down to the casino cafeteria. I decided on eggs benedict and a fruit salad with a large mug of coffee. We walked over to a table and sat to eat breakfast. Trixie told me she was amazed at how I carry myself as a woman and my dancing ability. When Sammy first told her about me and how he wanted me to become a showgirl, she thought he was crazy, as there was no way they could make a showgirl out of a guy in drag. But now she is impressed and says I will be great when I am up on the stage. I blushed and thanked her for her support. We finished up and went out front to take me to the gym. Trixie told me that she had some other things to take care of, and Tony would drive me over to the gym and bring me back. She handed me my gym bag and told me the clothes were clean. I took the bag from her and was a bit apprehensive since I figured Tony must be one of Sammy’s goons, but I found that he was a handsome young guy when I got out front. I wasn’t sure where he fit in Sammy’s organization but was sure he would tell me.

The valet brought a mustang convertible around in front of us. The valet opened the doors for us and helped me in, and Tony got behind the wheel, and we drove off to the gym.

Tony looked at me and said, “You are a fine-looking woman. I would make a move on you, but Sammy warned me that you are off-limits.”

I gave him a weak smile. Sammy’s nephew worked for his uncle, now doing odd jobs for him. He put his hand on my thigh and smiled at me knowingly. I wanted to pull it off but allowed him to leave it there for now. It wasn’t too soon that we made it in front of the gym.

“I will be by to pick you up around 11 am. See you soon.”

I briefly thought about running but realized I had no money and ID besides the gym card Trixie put in my purse. Besides, Sammy would find me in no time, and I didn’t want to get in his bad books. That might be dangerous. I carefully got out of the car and walked into the fitness center.

I showed my card at the front, and Anthony came out and told me where to meet him once I had changed. I walked into the locker room, opened a locker, and proceeded to get out of my dress and into my fitness outfit. I decided to wear the pink outfit today.

I met up with Anthony, and we started on my routine. If I thought yesterday was tough, he worked me even harder today. I was exhausted at the end and returned to the locker room for a shower. I toweled off, used a blow dryer on my hair, and got dressed. I walked out in front of the fitness center, where Tony waited for me. He got out and opened the car door for me and closed it once I got in. He told me he had an errand to run for his uncle, and then we would go for lunch. I just smiled at him, and we roared off. We went over to another casino and drove up to valet parking. They opened the car door for me and helped me out. I followed Tony inside, and we went up behind the casino to a friendly office. Tony told the receptionist that we were here to see Big Lou. She picked up the phone, said a couple of words, and told us to go in.
Big Lou was a big guy. We walked up to his desk, and Tony said hello to him and introduced me to Lou as Tammi. Lou stood up and held my hand, saying he was pleased to meet me.

I hadn’t noticed, but Tony held onto a leather briefcase and handed it to Lou. This is for the other thing my uncle wants you to do for him. Lou smiled and placed the case down in front of him on the desk. Big Lou fiddled with the combination lock and flipped the latches. He opened the case up a crack, smiled, and closed it again. That will be fine, Tony, tell your uncle we have to get together again, it’s been a while now.

As we were leaving the casino, I asked Tony what that was all about.

“I don’t know, Tammi. Uncle Sammy called me into his office this morning and told me to deliver the case to Big Lou and tell him it was for the other thing Sammy wanted him to do. I have no idea what was inside it or what the other thing is. I figure, the less I know, the less trouble I will get into.”

I had to agree with Tony, the less we knew what Sammy was into, the better it was for us.

On the way back, Tony said to me, “Hey, do you like gourmet burgers? There is a burger place inside Planet Hollywood Casino on the strip. Want to go there for lunch?”

“I said as long as I can have a salad instead of fries, I’m supposed to be on a diet.”

Tony drove us over to the Planet Hollywood Casino, and we left the car with the valet. We went in and got a table at Gordon Ramsey Burgers. I looked through the menu and ordered a kid’s size burger and a salad. Tony ordered a ginormous multi-patty burger. We got a couple of sodas while we were waiting for the burgers.

Tony kept telling me about himself, and he suddenly stopped and looked at me. “I’m just enamored with you, girl; you don’t realize just how attractive you are.”

I blushed and said, “Thanks, but remember what Sammy said, and you don’t want to get into trouble over me.”

The burgers arrived, and they were delicious. I watched as Tony devoured the burger he ordered while I nibbled away on my meal. All too soon, lunch was over, and we headed back to the High Roller casino

Tony called Trixie on his cell, and she met us in the hotel lobby. It’s time for your dance practice and so let’s go. I said,

“Thank you, Tony,” for his help today, and we walked over to the theatre.

We went to the dressing room, and I got into a clean outfit, and then we walked over to the stage where the girls were already practicing their routines. I said Hi to June, and she got me dancing right away. Trixie said she would be back in a couple of hours.

June taught me a few more routines as the girls practiced and watched me while I practiced them. She pointed out my mistakes as I followed her calls and performed them repeatedly. Practice is the only way a dancer gets good since when you know the routine from muscle memory and don’t have to think about doing it any longer, practice makes perfect. Two hours flew by, and I was exhausted. We went back to the change rooms; I stripped and took a shower and got changed back into my dress. I was careful and didn’t show any of the other girls, my boy bits, better they thought I was a girl here. Trixie was waiting for me outside the change room, and she said it was time for another hypnosis session.

“What exactly is happening to me in those sessions?”

Trixie told me the hypnotist trained my subconscious to handle becoming a woman better. It’s known as feminizing my subconscious.

We entered the room with the hypnotist. Carlson smiled and said hi to me. He told me he was pleased with me yesterday and apologized for not being there when I woke up. I told him about my strange dream last night, and he told me he had just the thing for me, and he would explain it to me later.

Once again, Carlson darkened the room, and I sat in the recliner and gazed upon his pocket watch, slowly turning in the spotlight.

He started quietly talking to me the same way as yesterday.

“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; concentrate on the spinning watch. And keep slowly breathing in and out.”

He continued this hypnotic induction as he called it, and by the time he said ‘Sleep’ and snapped his fingers, I just dropped into a trance.

I wish I could tell you what happened during these sessions, but I have never remembered any of it. I did find that my mannerisms were changing, and my mindset was also becoming more feminine. I think this was part of the hypnosis, but I will never know for sure.

Trixie came by when I woke back up from the trance. Carlson was still there and smiled at me.

“You are doing great, kid. I think you have a natural ability to go deep into trance.”

I asked Trixie if I could use you in my show tonight and she agreed with me, as you would make a lovely subject in my performance. The audience will love you. The show starts at 9:00, and please be backstage by 8:30 as I will run a few things by you first.

Oh, before I forget, I have something here to help you sleep better at night. Here is an MP3 player with an 8-hour subliminal hypnosis track on it, along with a headband that contains speakers. This track will allow you to sleep while listening to the hypnosis. You can listen to this for a month, and we will see if it helps you. Here is a charger for the player as well. He showed me how to operate it, and I took it with me.

Trixie took me back to my room and said she would come by to get me for dinner at 7:00 pm. I placed the MP3 player and headband on the night table and changed out of my dress. I had a few clothes that needed cleaning, so I looked in the closet and found a laundry bag to fill up and leave by the door. My place received maid service, so they would take it with them and return the cleaned items the next day.

I didn’t have anything else to do so I watched TV. I freshened up my makeup, played with my hairstyle for a bit, changed my lingerie to black, and put on a little black dress with sequins sewed into the fabric. I figured a sparkly dress would look great under a spotlight. I finished the look with a pair of 4-inch pumps, a gold necklace, and sparkly earrings.

Trixie came by at 7 pm, and we went over to the restaurant. We both had a glass of wine, and I ordered that Cajun blackened chicken breast, veggies, and a salad. It was so good the first time that I had to have it again.

We chatted, finished dinner, and walked over to the theatre where Carlson performed his hypnosis act. It was a smaller venue and looked much like a comedy club. We went backstage to Carlson’s dressing room. He welcomed us in and told us that we would sit in the audience, and he would come up and select a few other people and me from the audience for his act. Eventually, I would be the last person on his stage after allowing the other people to go back to the audience. He will hypnotize me and the others, but I would stay last to do his finale. Would you like to remember what I have you doing tonight? Or would you prefer not to remember anything? I replied that I would like to remember, even if it gets embarrassing. He smiled and said, anything you forget, just ask Trixie.

We went back out in front of the stage and sat down at a reserved table for us.

The theatre soon filled up, and the show started. Carlson came up on the stage and introduced himself to the audience. He told us about hypnosis and how we would never do anything against our morals or sense of right and wrong. With that, Carlson asked for volunteers. A couple of people raised their hands, and he told us that wasn’t good enough, so he was going to ‘volunteer’ us for his act. He came out into the crowd and chose people at random, men or women, and on the way
back to the stage, he stopped at our table and said to me, my, you look terrific, you have to come upon the stage too. I knew this would happen, but I still blushed as I got up to follow everyone on the stage.

There were 12 chairs on the stage, and I sat in one of the chairs in the middle. Carlson just started walking back and forth in front of us, talking to us the entire time. I still don’t know how he did it, but he would stand in front of a person, touch their forehead, and say sleep, and they nodded off into a trance. He left me to the end and touched my forehead, and I immediately went into a trance. At that point, I felt like I just had my eyes closed, but I felt very relaxed and seemed to have tuned everything else out but for Carlson’s voice.

He then told us to open our eyes and assured us that we were still in a trance and still listening to him. At this point, Carlson told us, that he magically glued us to the seats of our chairs with superglue, and even if we tried, we could not stand up. Several of us tried to get up, but no one could get up. The more I tried to stand up, the more I was stuck in place. Then he told us to relax and not to get up, but the glue had now magically disappeared.

He then said all the seats had heaters and had turned them on to become very hot. Suddenly my bum got very hot, I felt like I was burning, and I jumped out of my seat with everyone else. The audience laughed at us, but it didn’t concern me. I felt my bum for any burns. He told us to touch the seat with a finger but warned us to be careful. I touched my chair seat, and it was so hot it made me jump back. Everyone else had the same experience. He then said he turned the heaters off, and the seat was now cold again. I gingerly tried touching it, and it was now fine. We all sat back down.

He then said something unique: one of us was a hideous monster, and it would transform and attack us.

He asked one of the other people to stand up, touched them, and said, “Look! Here is the monster!”

I looked at this hideous creature on the stage, screamed, and ran off the stage with the other subjects. I wasn’t about to get eaten! Carlson then told us to come back since the monster had vanished. I looked back on the stage, and he was right. The beast had disappeared. We returned to our seats on stage.

Now he told us that he would make us all disappear before each other’s eyes. I swear to God this happened, and when I asked Trixie about it, she laughed and said that was one of the funniest parts of the show. Anyways I was sitting there, and Carlson would walk over and touch a person in the line, and they just vanished, leaving an empty seat. He kept doing this to the people one by one from either end of the row, and they kept disappearing one by one. It got down to only me sitting there, and I was looking at Carlson waiting for him to make me disappear, but instead, he told me, you will be unable to get out of your chair, and you will watch me disappear right in front of your eyes. With that, Carlson then vanished without a trace. I tried to get up but could not do so, and I looked around, and the audience was laughing.

I didn’t see what was so funny, so I shouted, “Carlson, where are you? Don’t leave me up here all alone.”
The audience laughed even louder at me.

And then, like magic, Carlson reappeared right in front of me. I would have jumped up, but Carlson had stuck me to my chair. Then he started making the other hypnosis subjects reappear right back in their seats again. All the people suddenly reappearing was so amazing. I don’t know how he did that. He told everyone to get up and go back to their seat in the audience. But I was still stuck to my chair.

I called out, “Carlson, I can’t go. I’m stuck here.” The audience roared with laughter again. Carlson turned to me and simply said sleep and snapped his fingers. I guess I was out of it for a while, but then Carlson told me to open my eyes back up. I blinked and looked at him.

He said, “You are now free to get up and walk over to where I am standing.”
I got up and walked over to him.

He looked at me and slowly said to me. "You are a beautiful girl, but you haven’t been with a man for a very long time, and you want to be with one so badly, your desire for a man is off the scale." He then pointed to the most handsome hot guy I have ever seen, sitting in the audience.

“Isn’t that your lover over there? The man of your dreams? Go over and kiss him.”

I walked over to this hot guy and smiled at him. I grabbed him by his tie and pulled him to his feet, put my arms around him, gave him a big kiss, and hugged him tightly. Carlson told me to step back and look at the man. He snapped his fingers, and the guy aged into an old guy right before my eyes.

I exclaimed, “What happened to him? How did he get so old? “

The audience roared with laughter again, and I blushed once more. Carlson told me I could take my seat in the audience again. I didn’t know what had just happened to me, but I sat back down beside Trixie.

Then Carlson started talking about post-hypnotic suggestions, and by using a keyword, he could make me perform the trick he taught me on stage. I was wondering what he meant. Carlson looked at me and said, “Bark,” and I barked! I felt so foolish, but he repeated it, and I barked again. By now, the audience was roaring with laughter. Trixie was laughing so hard she almost fell off her chair. He made me bark several more times for effect. The audience was hysterical by this point. What was even worse, I couldn’t speak, all I could do was whimper and whine like a dog.

Carlson then walked over to me, told me I no longer had to bark and could speak again, and thanked me for participating in his show. He then smiled, walked back to the stage, turned, and said, “Kiss me goodnight.” and I immediately got up and ran over to him and kissed him. The audience laughed again, and he told me I no longer had to do that either, but he thanked me for the kiss. I was so embarrassed that I think I turned several shades of red while standing under the spotlight. He thanked me again, and I rejoined Trixie at our table. The show was over, and everyone started leaving. A few people came over to me and told me how funny I was during the show, and I just gave them a polite smile. Carlson walked over to us and thanked me for my help.

“You were such a great subject, Tammi; I will have to ask you to come back again.”

“I smiled and told him, I am still amazed at what happened here tonight, and I was part of it. I don’t know how you made everyone disappear like that.”

He smiled and said, “That’s the magic of hypnosis. No one disappeared, but I told your subconscious mind they had disappeared, and it accepted my word as the truth. Your mind shut those people out like they were not there.”
I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out. I finally said, “Wow!”

With that, Carlson wished us a good night and left. Trixie took me over to the casino bar for a nightcap, and we shared a drink while she told me how funny I was on the stage. When you ran away screaming while thinking a monster was chasing you, that was priceless, and then when you got scared, thinking everyone had disappeared, we all lost it. She told me how Carlson had talked to me about the handsome guy in the audience under a trance as well as my two tricks, the barking one and kissing Carlson. Trixie said that she had seen Carlson’s show before, but I was so good that she wondered if I was faking it at one point, and I assured her that was not the case. She laughed, and after our drinks, she took me up to my room and wished me a good night.

I undressed for bed and got into a nightie. I turned on the headband control, pulled it on my head, and adjusted the band, so the speakers were over my ears. I pushed the play button, and I began to hear soft background music with a few sounds of water running in a stream. I closed my eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep.

It’s been a month since I was brought by Sammy Giancana to his casino for me to pay off my gambling debt to him. I have seemed to settle into a routine now. Trixie comes by in the morning, we go for breakfast, and then I am off to work out at the gym for a couple of hours. I have lunch, and then it’s over to the theatre to practice the dance moves with the other showgirls. June is telling me I am almost good enough to go into the show, but she figures another month of practice before I will be good enough to go on stage.

I was worried at one point that Sammy was going to turn me into an escort for the gamblers here at the casino, but that hasn’t happened. The opposite is true since Sammy appears to have told everyone here that I am off-limits. I am glad he did so, but I am unsure why he did this, as I thought he would want to continue to humiliate me since he called me a sissy. But am I still a man? Every day I continue to become Tammi. At times it’s a little confusing for me, as I feel less and less of a man and more of a woman. A small part of me wants to run away and become a man again elsewhere, but he seems to be losing the battle.

I am continuing the hypnosis sessions with Carlson. He has enlisted me in his hypnosis show twice a week and says he loves to work with me. I am not sure what these afternoon hypnosis sessions are doing to me, as I don’t notice any difference in my personality, which is a good thing. Carlson won’t talk to me about it other than telling me hypnosis helps my mind adjust as I transition to a woman. I do notice I have not been depressed in the least since I have been here, but it’s also been exhilarating for me to work here. Tony seems to be my driver these days, and he acts like a puppy dog around me. I think he has a crush on Tammi, but he knows Sammy has told him that I am off-limits to him.

And no one goes up against Sammy, not if they want to live. I was watching the morning news on TV while I was waiting for Trixie to arrive, and it seems a known mob associate was gunned down in Vegas last week. I don’t know if it had anything to do with the ‘other thing’ and the briefcase at Big Lou’s, and I think it’s better for me if I don’t know. I noticed that Sammy attended one of Carlson’s hypnosis shows. He was sitting at the back, watching me. I guess he wanted to check up on me and see how I was coming along. Those shows embarrass me so much. Carlson always makes me do silly things for the show, and I don’t control what he will do. I am just glad the shows are G-rated.

After Carlson’s last show yesterday, Trixie took me into a different lounge where they had a karaoke night. She somehow convinced me to go up and sing. I don’t have the highest woman’s voice, but I performed a blues song similar to how Diana Krall sings. It seemed to go over with the audience well. They all gave me a standing ovation and asked me to stay up and sing a few more songs. I gave them an excellent performance, and they were cheering for me at the end. After my last number, I noticed that Sammy was standing in the rear of the lounge watching me. I am sure he heard me sing a few numbers too. As I looked at him, he just turned and left the lounge.

I continue to take the hormones, and I haven’t really noticed any changes to my body, but it’s only been a month now. I keep busy enough here in the casino, but I miss my freedom. I don’t know how long this captivity will continue, but I don’t have any intentions of trying to escape. I have nowhere to go now. I want to see now how things will play out here. I don’t make any money right now, but I am getting everything given to me at this point. I don’t know how long this situation will last, but I am trying to make the best of it.

After Trixie and I had breakfast this morning, she told me that Sammy wanted to see me in his office. We went upstairs and waited in reception until we could go in.

Sammy sat behind his desk and got up as we entered his office and approached his desk. He shook our hands, and we both had a seat.

“Trixie, I want to commend you on your work with Tammi. She has come a long way in a month, and we haven’t had any issues arise with her. Good Work.”

“Now for you, young lady, I heard you singing last night in the lounge. I had asked Trixie to get you up on stage to sing since I had a feeling it was in you. You have a great set of pipes, and you sound convincing as a sultry-voiced nightclub singer. We have been looking for a lounge singer to accompany our pianist to entertain the guests. I think you might just fit the bill.”

“Trixie, I have set up a practice session with pianist Lyle Toomy after Tammi’s dance practice, to be held in the Moonlit Lounge. He will be waiting there for you.”

Sammy sat back down at his desk, and we took it as a cue to get up and leave his office. Now I was going to be a lounge singer too?

Trixie told me that she had made an appointment in the casino beauty salon. We walked in, and they gave me a complete makeover with a new hairstyle, salon nails, and full makeup except for lipstick.

Trixie said, “I have a surprise for you.”

One of the salon girls came up to me and said to me, “Sammy thought you should have thicker pouty lips, so I am here to give you a collagen injection to make your lips plump up and look, oh so sexy!”

I thought about it, and my lips were relatively thin and replied, “Yes, I think I would like that.”

She proceeded to give me a series of injections in my lips, and wow, did they plump out. She told me they would drop down a bit in a couple of days but would still be much fuller than before. After finishing my lips, they put on a new shade of lipstick, and I thought I looked great!

I got through the showgirl routine in its entirety today. June only told me of a few minor mistakes I had made, and I was pretty pleased with myself. For me, it was quite an accomplishment.

I then followed Trixie over to the lounge, I asked her about the hypnosis, and she told me the daily sessions were over for now, though Carlson would continue to have me in his hypnosis show twice a week. He had said for me to continue with the nightly relaxation track. She also gave me a new MP3 player and told me to listen to this one now instead of the old one.

We entered the lounge where a handsome black man was practicing on a grand piano. We walked up to him, and he got up and shook our hands. Trixie introduced me as a prospective new singer to accompany him on the piano.
Lyle grinned at me and said, “Let’s see what you can do. Do you know, ‘At Last’?”
“It’s one of my favorites I replied.

“He started playing the intro, and I waited for my cue and started singing the song. I got through it, not forgetting any of the words, and we ended the song.”
“He just silently looked at me. You sang that beautifully. You are a professional singer, right?”

“I said no. I am good at karaoke, though, and I have a great memory for lyrics.”
“Well, girl, you are going to be the star of our lounge here. We may even sing a few duets too.”

“Do you know ‘Love is Here to Stay?”
“Yes, I do.”
“On three.”

We sang the lovely duet, and we were perfectly in tune together.

After we finished, Trixie clapped her hands and said, “You two sound great singing together. I will leave you both to practice and run through a few more songs, and I will be back in an hour, then we can go to dinner.”

I asked Lyle, “Do you think people will come to listen to me singing here?”
“Girl,” he replied, “There will be standing room only once the word gets out.”

We spent the next hour running through several old standard nightclub songs, and I knew every song. I used to have many vinyl LPs and CDs with great blues and jazz nightclub songs. I have no idea what happened to them, but I hope it’s in storage somewhere. It would be a shame to lose them all.

Lyle asked me, “I have a set here tonight from 7:30 to 9:00 and then from 9:30 to 11. Would you like to sing here tonight?”

“I would love to.”

“Great, I will see you here at 7. Wear something nice.”

Trixie walked in, and I told her about my singing debut here at the lounge.

“Well, it’s five now, so let’s eat, and then you can get ready for tonight.”

We dropped by the restaurant, and I had another wonderful meal, though I have to watch what I eat now. I had to keep my dancer’s weight as well.

We chatted during dinner, and I had a coffee afterward. Trixie told me she was amazed by me. It seemed that whatever I tried, I was successful at it. I told her I have always had that mindset. No matter what it was, if I wanted to do something, I would drive myself to succeed. Yes, I have my faults too, but my drive is a part of me, and I can always count on myself.

We returned to my room. Trixie left me there and told me she would be back at 7 pm to take me down to the lounge.

I took a shower and started on my makeup. I then got into my lingerie and put on my favorite little black dress. I put on my 4-inch heels, and I was ready to go.

Trixie showed up at seven, and we went down the lounge. I walked over and said hi to Lyle, and we ran through the songs we would be performing. He set me up with a wireless mic, and the sound system in the lounge worked great.

The tables soon started to fill up, and at 7:30, I started singing ‘I’ve Got You Under My Skin.’ The audience loved it and showed their appreciation. I sang a few more numbers, and then it was Lyle’s turn. He performed a trio of songs, and then we sang a couple of duets together. With every piece, the audience was getting louder with their appreciation. I was grateful that they enjoyed our performance together. It wasn’t a full house, and many people were still talking while I sang, but Lyle assured me that would change.

We took a half-hour break at nine, and I walked over to the bar to get a drink. I had looked over the audience and saw Sammy standing in the back, clapping as loudly as anyone after my songs finished. Sammy came up behind me and startled me when he put his hand on my shoulder. With a surprised look on my face, I turned around and just said, “Hi, Sammy.”

Sammy grinned at me, “You sounded great out there.”

I thanked him for his compliment.

“I’m not just saying that, girl, I have heard a lot of singers come through here, and you are one of the best.”

I just blushed at his compliment.

“I think you are going to be our new singer in the lounge. We will have you and Lyle do the late show since you will also be one of the dancers in the Review show too. You have a real knack for show business. Girl, I think you have found your true calling.”

Sammy grinned, patted me on the back, and left the lounge. I sat down at the bar to enjoy my drink, and another man sat down beside me. He smiled at me and told me I was a gorgeous woman. I blushed and said thanks. He continued, no, really, you are the best-looking woman in this place. I just smiled at him. I supposed I would have to get used to this now, being chased by guys. I excused myself and told him that I had to go and freshen up for my next set.

I left the bar and walked down a hallway to the lady’s room, and I heard someone behind me. The man I was just talking with suddenly grabbed me and gave me a big kiss. I tried to get away, but he was too strong for me.

“You and I will go back up to my room Toots, and we will have a good time. I know you want it.”

I tried to scream, but he put his hand over my mouth. I was frightened now.
“Do as I tell you, and I won’t have to hurt you.”

He tightly held on to my arm as we walked toward the rear elevators. Just as the elevator doors opened, things changed very quickly. A blur grabbed the man and knocked him to the floor. He tried to get up, and then a second man joined the fight, and they both pounded the crap out of the guy until he was unconscious. They then picked him up and dragged him away. They told me they were casino security and to have a good night.

I should have figured this out before, but Sammy kept security watching me while I was inside the casino. Casinos have security cameras everywhere, and they called the alarm when they saw the man grab me on camera. I was a little shaken up, but I continued back to the lady’s room and fixed my makeup. When I stepped back out, a security guy stood by the door and told me he would escort me back to the lounge. He introduced himself as Joey Hamilton, and he was from casino security. Sammy had told him he was now my new bodyguard. I told him I was thankful that they saved me from that creep.

“Don’t worry, Miss. He’s not going to bother you again. He is now banned from the casino and knows better ever to show his face here again.”

We went back to the lounge, and I had another drink to calm down. I continued my set as nothing had happened, and we finished with ‘Fly Me to the Moon,’ and the crowd gave me a rousing applause. I didn’t tell Lyle what had happened, but when Trixie met me, she had a concerned look on her face.

She asked me, “Are you ok? That was brave of you to go back out and sing after what happened to you.”

I just replied, “The show must go on.”

And she laughed. “From now on, Sammy has given you a bodyguard. This casino is supposed to be a safe place, and Sammy won’t stand for anything like that happening again to you here.”

“I know, his name is Joey, and he is standing right over there, keeping an eye on me.”

Well, I was a hit, and pretty soon, we had my name upon the Casino Marquee sign as Tammi DuBois giving my showtimes. Lyle and I were performing our set Wednesday through Saturday at 11 pm. The casino moved us into one of the larger venues since we packed them in. These were exciting times.

A month later, I debuted as a Showgirl. We had different outfits for every show, and they were all fantastic to wear. Blanche fitted me for my costumes, and they were all stunning. Of course, they showed a lot of skin and didn’t leave much to the imagination, but decorated with sparkles, feathers, and sequins, as showy as one can get. The most significant change was that I started using breasts glued to my chest and blended to my skin color with some makeup. They looked realistic, and this meant I could take a shower, and I looked like a girl as long as I had a towel around me. I was extremely nervous going out as a dancer on the first night.

June took me aside and said, “You have learned all the routines and can do them flawlessly. Don’t overthink it and go out on the stage and have some fun. Remember to smile at the audience the entire time you are on stage.”

We got in position on a gangway behind the back curtain. It would open slightly to a stairway at the rear of the stage where we would walk down in pairs, holding each other’s hand. As the last couple on the stairs, we walked down to the stage and joined the group. From then on, we ran through all our various routines and patterns. In the end, we walked downstairs at the front of the stage and ran up the aisles through the audience and then reversed aisles and ran back up to the stage, all in time with the music, and we made fun yipping noises as we ran. The audience loved us. We did a chorus line high kick in unison as our finale, and with that, the curtain dropped on us. The crowd roared, and we gave our encore, and the show was over. I was on cloud 9, as it was so much fun to do. I thoroughly enjoyed myself out there. All the other girls congratulated me for not ‘fucking up’ with a smile, and I had to laugh. The rush I got from that performance was addictive. As I looked over the crowd in the audience, I could see Sammy and Joey standing at the back, both clapping for me.

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Time must fly when you are having fun. It’s been just over a year since Sammy had brought me to the casino to repay my gambling debt. I was performing nightly as a showgirl in the ‘Casino Review’ show and a nightclub singer for most of that time.

I worked with Carlson until his contract with the Casino was up and he left for another gig. I didn’t mind as his hypnosis show had always embarrassed the heck out of me. He did give me a going-away present with about a dozen different MP3 players that had some of his sleep-inducing hypnosis on them. I gave him a kiss goodbye after his last show, and he didn’t make me do it.

I had moved from my original little room up to a suite on a higher floor in the hotel. I could now come and go as I pleased. The salon finished my laser hair removal, and I never had to shave any longer. Sammy’s lawyers had given me a legal name change as well as a gender change. I had a new ID with a birth certificate, passport, and driver’s license showing my name, as Tammi DuBois, and my sex is now female. Joey was always around, and when I was outside of my suite, he was with me. I didn’t even have to drive since Joey took me everywhere I wanted to go.

Today I was scheduled for a bunch of surgeries. What I had come up for me was a facial feminization surgery; they were going to shave my brow, feminize my nose and shave my Adam’s apple even though it wasn’t that noticeable. I was also going to get Vegas-sized DD breasts, and the last operation was going to be my sex reassignment surgery later in the week. By now, I had accepted that I was a woman, and I didn’t want to ever go back to being a man. Tommy was gone, and only Tammi remained. I was looking forward to these surgeries.

Joey drove my good friend Trixie and me over to the plastic surgeon’s office for a consult. We entered his office, met the surgeon, and discussed all the procedures he would perform on me. He had me scheduled for the breast enhancement surgery that afternoon in his office. I grew out to a C cup on hormones, but that’s not good enough for Vegas, so the doctor would give me a pair of DD implants. Tomorrow I would have the FFS surgery performed in his office, and then next week, I was going to go into the hospital where the surgeon would perform the sex reassignment surgery.

After a year on hormones, my boy parts had shrunk way down in size, and they didn’t work any longer, so I wasn’t about to miss them. Initially, I was worried that I wouldn’t enjoy becoming a woman and would have trouble accepting the changes. But I didn’t have any issues. Other than that night, some loser grabbed me, security kept all the creeps away from me, and I had had no problems afterward.

At the end of the afternoon, we walked out from the surgeon’s office, and I had a new pair of boobs, and wow, they pushed out of my dress. I was wearing false breasts to keep my dress size at a DD cup, but now they would be all me, no more falsies required. I was elated, and this was only the first step. Joey drove us back to the casino.

The next day we returned to the surgeon’s office, and they took me in for the FFS surgery. This time it was more involved, and I was out for a few hours while they operated on my face. I woke up feeling like a truck ran over my face, and the nurse gave me a couple of pain pills. She said that the surgery went off without a hitch, and I could go home in an hour or so after the doctor came by to check how I was.

The doctor came in and examined me and told me I didn’t need that much work. As part of the brow shave, they had adjusted my hairline to make it look more feminine. They reshaped my nose, making it a little smaller and narrower, and shaved the bit of Adam’s apple that I had. The bandages would stay on for a few weeks while my face healed, but next week I would have the SRS procedure that would make me look indistinguishable from a woman.

The big day finally arrived, and Joey drove Trixie and me over to the hospital, where I checked in for the surgery. I undressed and put on a gown, and the nurse helped me on the gurney. I said to Trixie, I will see you soon. And with that, I was wheeled into the operating room, where I met the surgery team that would perform my SRS procedure. The anesthetist placed the mask over my face and told me to count down, and I soon blacked out.

I woke up in recovery, and the nurse said hi to me. She gave me a piece of ice to wet my mouth as it was parched. She told me the surgery was a success, and there were no complications. I felt between my legs, and it was now all flat under the bandages, but things down there ached. I was now a complete woman.

The doctor came in to see me and told me the operation went well. He wanted me to stay in the hospital overnight and see him tomorrow. They wheeled me back to my room, and Trixie waited for me. I was still a little out of it on the pain meds, and the nurse gave me another shot. I said hi to Trixie and then faded off for a while. When I woke up again, I could feel pain and rang for the nurse. Trixie had left for home, and I faded off again once I got the shot.

I still felt sore and uneasy the next day, but the pain had gone down quite a lot. They gave me some pain pills and a prescription for more drugs. Trixie came by and helped me into my clothes and the wheelchair, and they wheeled me to a limo waiting outside the hospital. I gingerly got up out of the wheelchair, and the driver and Trixie helped me into the car. We went back to the casino to a rear entrance, and they got me a wheelchair to take me up to my suite. I stayed in bed recovering for a week, and Trixie had gotten my prescription filled, so I didn’t have any shortage of pills for any pain. By the end of the week, I was walking around my suite, taking careful little steps as I was still very sore down there. My face was feeling better, and we were going back to the doctor tomorrow. He would unwrap the bandages around my face, boobs, and new vagina. I could hardly wait.

The next day, Trixie wheeled me down to where Joey was waiting with a limo at the rear entrance, and we went over to the doctor. The doctor unwrapped my boobs first, and they looked spectacular! The nurse knew my bra size and gave me a special bra to keep tension against my chest, around my new breasts, and help them heal.

My face was next. The doctor carefully unwrapped the bandages. I saw Trixie look at me with surprise as the doctor removed them. The doctor smiled and said, you are healing nicely, don’t worry about the bruising and the swelling. That will go away. He told me he also did a little work on my eyes to make them look larger. He handed me a mirror, and to be honest; I still looked pretty bad. My face was bruised and swollen, and I really couldn’t see that anything was better. It all looked worse. The doctor said not to worry, it’s all normal, and I will notice a significant change when the swelling and bruising go down in a few weeks.

Lastly, the doctor removed the bandages around my new vagina, and once they were off, he told me it looked great as well. He let me have a look at it using the mirror. I was going to be swollen there for some time, and I could see the scars and stitches, but again the doctor said that was perfectly normal and would also take a few weeks to heal.

The doctor and nurse then unpacked what looked like a ton of bloody gauze from inside my vagina. Once they removed the gauze, the nurse gave it a douche and used more gauze to dry it, and repeated the douche. Then the doctor got up and told me he would see me back in a month, but if I felt a lot of pain or any other complications like bleeding, to call immediately.

Once the doctor left, the nurse brought out a set of dilators. I knew this was coming. She took the smallest one, showed me how to lube it up with K-Y jelly, and how to insert it into my vagina. It hurt going in, and she said that is perfectly normal. She showed me how deep it was supposed to go and how long I would leave it there and then pull it out and slowly reinsert it again. I would have to perform this procedure 2 to 3 times a day initially. She also gave me a schedule showing me how long I would use the smallest dilator before moving on to the next larger one. Using these dilators was something that I would have to do for the rest of my life, or the vagina would shrink and close up.

We cleaned it off, put it back in the set with the other dilators, put it all in a bag, and Joey drove us back to the casino.

When we got back to my suite, Trixie opened the door and said, “WOW!”

I asked her what had happened, she pushed the wheelchair in, and I was amazed, there were fresh flowers everywhere! The smell was fabulous! A little card read, ‘We are happy for you, Tammi, and we wish you a speedy recovery.’ Trixie stayed with me for a while, and we chatted. Then she had to leave, and I puttered around for a bit and went back for a nap.

It’s been over a year since I had my surgeries. The doctor had told me I had recovered beautifully. He was right, and my boobs looked fabulous, so did my face and vagina. Everything had healed up superbly, and I was happy.

My singing and dancing career was also in full swing. As soon as I was able, I rejoined the showgirls and went back to singing at the nightclub. I noticed that Sammy was a regular at both shows. He made a point of coming up to me and telling me what a great job I was doing for the casino and how proud of me he was. I can’t say it was because of me, but the casino revenues were up, and I was packing them in at the nightclub every night I performed. I felt relieved that Sammy seemed to like me now, and I wasn’t worried at all that one day his goons would take me away somewhere, never to return.

As a showgirl, I still got a thrill every time I was out on stage. It was so much fun to do. The audience always loved us, and after the show, we would stand in front of the stage and let people take their pictures with us. I was a particular hit since I was also famous as a singer there. People started asking me, why don’t I also sing a couple of songs in the Review show? I hadn’t considered it, but the word made its way up to Sammy, and he had a meeting with all the showgirls. Sammy stated that he wanted me to sing a few songs during the show. The other girls knew I had a great singing voice, and they all thought it would be a great idea and would make the show even more popular.

The first night I performed, it was a total hit, as previously we had only danced our routines to recorded songs and music. The audience loved it. Soon I was the featured singer in the show and would perform several numbers, and they billed me as Tammi DuBois, the Singing Showgirl.

It didn’t take long for a record producer to see me perform in the Showgirl Review and the nightclub.

After I had finished my set at the club one night, I got word that Sammy wanted to see me upstairs. I went up with Joey, my bodyguard, and we walked into Sammy’s office. Another man was also sitting there. Sammy introduced me to Stuart, and this guy was a top producer from Los Angeles, on vacation in Vegas, and dropped by to hear me sing. He told me I had a lovely sultry voice, a classic Jazz, Blues, or Big Band singer sound. He was impressed with my singing ability and wanted me to come out to LA to record a few demos and see how well I could do.

“There are a lot of young pop singers, but there are only a handful of women out there who are doing what you can do, and I think we can make you into a big star.”

Sammy smiled at me and said, “What do you think, Tammi? Would you like to see if you can make it as a singer and record some hits? If this works out, I would love to manage you, and I will do everything I can to make you a star.”

“This realization overwhelmed me, and I almost fainted. I could not say anything for a few seconds, and I finally replied, “Yes, I would love to do this.”

The producer and Sammy gave me a big smile, we shook hands, and he told me he would be in touch next week. But since we are here now, let’s all go for a drink at one of the nightclubs here to celebrate. We went downstairs into one of the clubs where Sammy had a private table, and we toasted to my success and talked for the rest of the night about show business. The producer’s name was Stuart McKenzie, a jazz purist. He told me about the people he had worked with, and it was a who’s who of the jazz world. Sammy also had a tremendous knowledge of show business, as running a casino is half show business, he understood how to make it work for the casino’s advantage.

The following week, I flew with my bodyguard Joey down to LA, taking a limo to Stuart’s production studio. A small group of studio musicians accompanied me while I sang the numbers.

I made several demos. I could usually do them in one or two takes if I didn’t know the song that well, but I had a vast repertoire of songs I knew since I had been singing for almost two years now. I impressed Stuart with my singing ability, as he gave me a few pieces to challenge my vocal range. I was lucky, I guess, as a man, I never had a deep voice. After a year of singing in the club and some vocal lessons, I trained my voice to hit the higher notes without cracking. I now sounded more like a woman when I was singing. But my voice was still on the lower end of the female range. And that was where Stuart seemed to like it.

Stuart called it a wrap and thanked me for coming into the studio. He told me he would shop my demos around to the jazz recording labels and see any interest in me. He promised to be in touch with Sammy and me, so Joey and I left the studio. We stopped for lunch, hopped on a plane back to Vegas, and went back to my suite in the casino, where I got ready for my evening show with the girls.

A couple of months went by. One afternoon, I had a call from Sammy to come up to his office. I went right up, and he was sitting there with Stuart. They were both smiling at me.

I looked at them and said, "And?"

Stuart grinned at me and said, "I have a recording deal here if you are interested."

I was astonished, I think I squealed with joy in front of them, and they both laughed. It was an excellent contract. Stuart and Sammy had been looking through it with their lawyers, and I asked if I could read it as well. They handed me a copy, and I went through it. It was a typical recording contract. Since I had a singing contract with the casino, any shows I performed would be in our venue. But they did make allowances for me to go on tour during the Vegas off-season months when things were not as busy here. The studio also wanted to record live performances in the casino lounge where I usually performed.

The contract compensation was quite good. Sammy’s lawyers had negotiated on my behalf, and they compensated me well, with royalties from my recordings. It looked like we could stand to make several million dollars if I was successful.
We signed the contract, and I would travel back to LA the next week to cut my first album at the recording studio. Stuart and the recording company had requested the songs I sing, and I began to practice them the first night in the lounge with Lyle.

Joey and I went back to LA the next week, and in a few days, I completed several takes and arrangements of each song they wanted me to sing. I was overjoyed at my first record coming out. I bought Variety at the casino news shop and kept an eye out for any mention of my new recording. Finally, a critic in Variety reviewed my CD, and he thought I was one of the best contemporary jazz singers in years. The review overjoyed me, and Sammy informed me that the CD sales were doing well. They were also going to make a limited audiophile vinyl pressing of my album for the real purists who don’t like CDs. I was able to get copies of both.

I had finally found my audio collection in storage. I had some of the guys bring up my stereo system to my suite, and I was finally able to play my records, and my new recording was excellent. The production quality was superb, and it sounded like I was singing in the same room. It always takes a little getting used to hearing your voice recorded and played back to you, but I was used to it now and thought I sounded terrific.

As I was listening to the recording, my phone rang. I picked it up, and it was Sammy. He asked me if I wanted to go out and celebrate that my album has just gone gold! I said sure, and I would love to go out and celebrate. Where would you like to meet? He just said come down to the casino around 6:30, and we can go from there. I said that would be fine and hung up.

I took a shower and got myself ready to go out. My hair was now down to my shoulder blades and looked just wonderful. I dried it with a blow dryer and then sat down and made myself up. I put on my lingerie and stockings and picked a new dress from my now extensive collection of nightclub wear. I put on a set of 4-inch heels. I called Joey on my phone and told him to knock when he got up to my room.

I heard a knock on my door a few minutes later, and Joey escorted me down to see Sammy. I don’t think I have told you much about Joey. Ever since that night of the ‘incident,’ Joey has been my guardian angel who watches over me. He is an ex-army ranger, He has a black belt in several martial arts disciplines, and he may even be packing a gun, but I have never asked him. Joey always wears a suit and tie and always seems to be in the background. Sammy has many enemies, and after the incident, he insisted that Joey be my bodyguard whenever I am outside my room. I would almost think that Sammy cares for me and wants me to be protected, but I always put that thought out of my mind. Why would he be interested in a trans girl like me?

We found Sammy in the casino, and we walked over to ‘Grappa,’ the casino’s 4-star Mediterranean restaurant. They gave us a table in a private room there, and we were seated together. Joey told me he would wait outside our room until he was needed and call for him. Sammy smiled at me as we sat down.

“We have known each other for a long time now, Tammi, and we have quite the history. I wanted to inform you that you have repaid your gambling debt in full, and you no longer owe the casino any money.”

“I have also told my staff that the fact you are transgender is your secret, and there will be heavy repercussions if they ever tell anyone else. If you wish to inform the world, that is your decision, but I think you should keep this to yourself.”

“Tammi, I never thought I would say this to you, but these last couple of years that we have known each other have been eye-opening for me. Since the first night when Trixie brought you up to my office, I have been attracted to you. At first, I had mixed feelings about it. It bothered me, knowing you were a guy. But now, you are a woman in every way that I can see. I have to confess; I love being around you, and I can’t get enough of you, Tammi.

“As you know, I am presently living alone since I sold my mansion and now live in the penthouse in the casino hotel. I haven’t been looking for a wife or a girlfriend, and then you came into my life.”

“Now, I always feel better and love it when you are around me. As Bogart once said, here’s looking at you, kid.” He raised his glass in a toast, and we clinked our glasses together.

I was in shock here. This powerful guy who could have any woman he wanted was toasting me and telling me how much he loved me being around. I didn’t know what to say, so I just smiled and let him keep talking.

“Now, Tammi, I was wondering, and only if you gave me your permission, I would like to take you out and date you, as I want to see where this will end up.”

Now I was bouncing up and down inside. This man who I once thought would kill me now wants to date me. He wants to date a trans woman like me! But no longer am I the man who I once was. That man is dead. I am now a new woman, and I have let go of my past. I only want to look forward, and my future looks bright. If Sammy wants to be a part of that future, let’s see where that will lead us.

“Sammy, I am willing to date you if you are interested in me. I don’t know where it will go either, but let’s find out together. After all, we only live once.”

Sammy got up and kissed my hand. I felt a decidedly great feeling run through my body. It was electric!

Our meal came, and we chatted throughout dinner. Sammy was full of surprises, and he had an Ivy League education in business. He could have probably been a CEO in any Fortune 500 company. Still, when his father died, Sammy instead took over his father’s casino in Vegas and was very successful at running it. He kept buying other casinos around Vegas, and although his places were not the biggest ones, he felt they were the classiest places in town.

I don’t know if it was luck or fate that brought us together, but I had never been more successful or happier in my life, and Sammy was standing right behind me. I think our feelings for each other were mutual. Maybe we did complement each other, but there was something about him that I really liked and admired as well. I just never really considered he would be interested in little old me.

We left the casino and walked over to the theatre, and caught a late show stand-up comedy act. We laughed and enjoyed the evening together and had a few more drinks. Sammy brought me up to my suite at the end of the night, held me close, and kissed me good night. I was elated since I now had a boyfriend! And he was a casino owner and my manager too! I kissed him again, and he said good night as I walked into my suite. I closed the door, went over to my minibar, and made myself another drink. There was no way I could sleep now; I was far too excited for that. I had to tell someone. I called up Trixie.

“Trixie, you will never guess what happened tonight! Sammy wants to date me!”

“Wow! Tammi, you scored big time. I should have figured he fancies you; Sammy is always talking about you, and there is a smile on his face whenever he does. I thought it was because you were doing so well for the casino, but I guess there is much more to it than I imagined.”

“I can’t believe it either. Once again, I am floating around in my room. Sammy made my evening when he told me that. I am just ecstatic here.”

Trixie and I talked about Sammy for another hour before we said goodbye. I tried to get to sleep, but my eyes were wide open. Eventually, I nodded off to sleep.

The following day, I woke up and made my little pot of coffee. I kept coffee cream in my tiny fridge now as well. I poured myself a cup, turned on the TV, and watched a bit of the morning news. Nothing much was going on in the world, but then they started talking about me, how a local casino lounge singer and singing showgirl was now making it big with her debut album. Sammy had given them an interview, and I watched him on TV telling them what a talented jazz singer I was, and if they wanted to hear me live, I was playing nightly at 11 pm in the ‘High Roller’ casino nightclub lounge. They could also listen to me as the ‘Singing Showgirl’ in the ‘Casino Review’ show nightly at 7 pm. They talked about my new album and how it was now available in stores and online.

I thought that Sammy was a great promoter and finished my morning coffee while watching the show. Afterward, I got ready for my day and picked out a nice outfit to wear before I went for breakfast.

I gave Trixie a call and asked her to join me for breakfast. She said sure, but you may want to wear sunglasses. Many people are here today, and I think they may be looking for that new singer.

I found a pair of sunglasses and met up with Trixie in the cafeteria.

“Can you believe the buzz around here, girl? I think Sammy will have to raise the cover charge or sell advance tickets for the nightclub because of all this publicity.”

I laughed, and we got breakfast. I kept a low profile and tried to stay away from the crowds. I didn’t want to make life more difficult for Joey. We snuck out the rear entrance into a waiting car so that I could work out at the gym.

I got a call from Sammy. He asked me what I thought of the crowd in the casino. I told him it was all new to me. I was trying to keep out of sight for the moment and told Sammy that I saw him giving the interview on TV. He laughed and said I hope they got my good side, and he told me they also had run that interview yesterday on the news.

We returned to the casino, and I hid until the afternoon dance practice in my suite. I called up Joey and told him I would be leaving my room in 20 minutes. I changed into my workout dance togs, and Joey and I made our way to the practice. There were still people everywhere. I wasn’t sure why, but I guess people were hoping to see me. I entered the theatre with Joey. They had to post security at the entrance since people kept wandering in. We said hi and went into the theatre. Joey sat in the seats, and I went up on the stage with the rest of the girls. We practiced our routines for the evening’s show, ensuring which numbers I would be singing tonight. It seemed all the girls had heard of my new recording and asked me about it. I had a case of CDs shipped to me, so I told them they could get a free copy of my album when they arrived, and I would autograph it if they liked. They all cheered. I guess I made their day.

When the show started, and we came down the stairs, I noticed Sammy was sitting up front smiling at me. The theatre was usually well filled, but tonight it was packed. There wasn’t an empty seat in the house. We started our routine, and I performed my first song. It was one of the ones I did on my album. After I had finished singing it, the crowd roared. I had never seen anything like it. The same thing happened on my second number of the night. After I finished singing, they clapped and cheered. It was unbelievable, and I think Sammy was one of the loudest people out there. I performed five numbers that night, and at the end of our performance, we received a standing ovation. We opened the curtain, performed our encore, and I sang one more song. Once again, the crowd was just crazy out there. The curtain dropped, and the other girls came around and hugged me. Was that ever great, Tammi! You were unbelievable! I felt like the crowd was recharging me as the night progressed, and I felt like I would burst with excitement.

Usually, the showgirls would mingle in the audience after the performance, but there were so many people out there we were afraid to go out. I called Sammy and asked him what we should do. He brought in some security guys to act as a buffer and called me back when we were safe to come out. There were still many of the audience out there, and it seemed they all wanted a photo with me.

Security had the people get into a line, and they took pictures with me and said hi. Everyone just told me they loved me, and I had an incredible voice. I did this for an hour and told security I needed to leave to get ready for my nightclub show.

They escorted me backstage, where I changed, and Joey escorted me to my suite. I had a quick shower, did my makeup and hair, and dressed in one of my sexiest black dresses. This one had sparkles all over it too. Did I ever tell you how much I love sparkly dresses?

Joey escorted me down to the nightclub when I was ready. The place was packed, and it was standing room only at the bar. When the audience saw me walk in, they started clapping, and I hadn’t sung a number yet. Sammy was standing by the piano, and he introduced me as the casino’s newest star singer, the singing showgirl, Tammi DuBois. The crowd cheered, and I began singing my first number, another of the songs in my album. After it was over, the applause was overwhelming. I thought back to the first night I sang in the nightclub. It wasn’t even half full, and most people ignored me, how things have changed for me!

I began my second number, and the crowd applauded again after it was over. The people were so excited listening to me; the atmosphere in the club was incredible; it just energized me. It was like that the rest of my set. I sang, and they applauded, whistled, and cheered when I finished. While I was singing, they were quiet and listening to me. I was used to singing against a din of conversation, but not tonight. No one was talking while I was singing.

I finished the first set, and Sammy brought me over a drink. A crowd of people was around me as Sammy made his way up to me, kissed me, and handed me the glass. A local reporter managed to take a picture of Sammy as he kissed me. He asked me if Sammy and I were an item. I just smiled and kissed Sammy back. The next day, we were in the papers as Las Vegas’ newest celebrity dating couple.

The positive reviews kept coming in the following weeks, and the album kept selling. It went platinum after the first month, and the sales were great.

Sammy and I were quite the item in Vegas. We were progressing in our relationship, and we enjoyed each other’s company, so the crowd of fans didn’t matter to us. There always seemed to be a couple of photographers following us around. I was getting used to this kind of attention, and it didn’t seem to bother Sammy either.

One night after our dinner and after my lounge show, Sammy asked me if I would like to go back to his place in the hotel’s penthouse. Wow! I would love to come back there with you. After signing many copies of my CD for my fans after the show, we made it out of the lounge and took a private elevator up to Sammy’s penthouse. He had a special pass to call the elevator, and then he punched in a code to send the elevator up to his suite. The doors opened up on a stunningly beautiful entry inside the suite itself. Sammy showed me around his place, telling me that he first used it as a high roller suite, but after a jerk trashed it one night, he decided to keep it for his use after the extensive repairs. He showed me all the views of Vegas from his place, and they were stunning. He then walked over to a bar and made us a couple of drinks. We toasted to our good health and success, and then we sat in his living room and made some small talk while we sipped our drinks.

Sammy then leaned over and kissed me. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him back. We were now giving each other French kisses, and I got more aroused. I could feel that Sammy felt the same way about me.

“Would you like to see my bedroom?”

“I thought you would never ask.”

I followed Sammy into this colossal bedroom with an adjoining bath. Let me go in and freshen up a bit first. I went into the bathroom, removed my dress, and stripped down to my lingerie and heels. I took a small tube out of my purse and lubricated my vagina.

I walked back out, and Sammy was waiting for me beside the bed in his boxers. I walked over to him, kissed him again, knelt in front, and pulled down his boxers to unwrap my gift. Sammy’s tool sprang out and was looking right at me. I grabbed it with one hand and brought it over to my mouth, and tasted it while his musky scent was arousing me. I licked the head with my tongue, then up and down his shaft before taking him into my mouth. Sammy just groaned while I swallowed his entire length, and I felt him becoming harder as I started to suck on him in earnest. Sammy reached down and pulled me up in front of him. He told me to lie on the bed and lay down beside me. Sammy began kissing me and embracing me. I felt his manhood find my sex, and he entered me.

I whispered to him. “You are my first, and I am a virgin there.”

He slowly entered me and began to pump me harder. I had intercourse before when I was a man, but this was so much more different. I could feel a wave building inside me as Sammy massaged my nipples and breasts, and it seemed to be a full-body experience.

When I didn’t think it could feel any better, my first orgasm hit me. I started making noises, and Sammy told me, “Go ahead and scream if you like no one else, but I will hear you.”

The pleasure was so intense, and then the second one hit, my body convulsed in satisfaction as I screamed in delight. These feelings were so unlike anything I had ever experienced. I was so glad I religiously had done all the dilation procedures and kept them up regularly.

Sammy was very well endowed, and I felt no pain, just pleasure while he was inside me. Sammy was still pounding me hard when I had my third orgasm. I felt him tighten up, and then he came inside me as I orgasmed for the fourth time. Sammy stopped, held me in an embrace, and slowly pulled out. It was just amazing.

“Oh, My, God! Sammy, that was incredible! I have never felt anything like that in my entire life.”

He smiled and gave me another hug. “There’s always more where that came from, babe.” as he grinned at me.

I laid there in my afterglow, thinking to myself how glad I was for becoming a woman. As a man, sex to me always felt two-dimensional, and now it was in 3D with surround sound, a new experience, unlike anything I had ever done before. I told Sammy I wanted to do it again.

Sammy smiled, “Well, Tammi, you know what to do if you want to get me hard again.”

I got into position and began again, using my lips on his member to awaken the giant. We continued to enjoy each other’s company for the rest of the night.

Julia’s Note: This is the last part of my story, but I have written two endings for it. I will post the alternate ending in a couple of days.

It seemed that Sammy and I couldn’t get enough of each other. I moved my things up into his penthouse, and we began to live together. Sammy was such a joy to be around. He was always considerate and treated me like a real lady. Sammy never raised his voice at me and always spoke quietly and lovingly to me. Sammy was my rock; he was there for me whenever I needed him, and I loved him for it. I had fallen for this man as well.

My singing career at the casino and as a recording artist had exploded. Tickets for my shows were the hottest item in Vegas, and I was performing more shows a week than ever. I released my second album, a live recording in the casino lounge. It sounded so intimate, just a great album, and it also went Platinum.

As a jazz artist, I didn’t expect to win any general awards, but Sammy and I flew to LA to attend the Grammys, and we won Album of the Year and Best Jazz Vocal Album for my first album. That year I was nominated in five Grammy categories, ‘record of the year,’ ‘album of the year,’ ‘song of the year,’ ‘best new artist,’ and ‘best jazz vocal album.’ I was happy I won a general category and gladly accepted the awards with Sammy and Stuart.

Sure, the awards were outstanding, but what was great was while we were on stage, Sammy went up to the microphone, and instead of thanking everyone, he turned to me and asked me, “Tammi, will you marry me?”

I was shocked but immediately ran to the mic and said, “YES!”

Sammy then brought out this massive diamond engagement ring and placed it on my finger, and we embraced. The audience went crazy, and our engagement went out live worldwide. Needless to say, that clip was on the news everywhere.

We went to several after Grammy parties and had a great time while we were in LA. Everyone wanted to congratulate us on our engagement, and the awards were now secondary. Sammy and I eventually made it back to our hotel, and we had our special celebration that lasted most of the night. Once again, Sammy had put me on cloud nine, and I was so happy that the rest of that night was a blur for me.

The next day we got up late and ordered room service for brunch and once again celebrated my Grammy wins and our engagement. We both took a shower together and got ready to head back to Vegas. Sammy had booked us a private jet, and we made it back to Vegas without any issue. We made it back to the casino, and the press was waiting for us. We did several interviews, and no, we hadn’t set a wedding date, and yes, we were happy we won the Grammy awards. After making it through the TV news and press gauntlet, we returned to our penthouse.

On a message, Stuart informed us that the record company had given me several jazz concert dates for the major jazz festivals I would attend during the fall. The recording company had set me up with a group of musicians who would travel and accompany me while on tour. It would be a lot of fun, and I knew I would enjoy it.

The festivals I would attend were in September, October, and November. Most of them were in the US, but there were going to be three festivals in Canada, Montreal, Toronto, and Vancouver. One of my favorite festivals was in Monterey. I had attended it many times but never thought I would ever headline it.

I asked Sammy how he was going to manage without me around. He grinned and told me; I can get a jet and come out to watch you sing if I get lonely. And I knew he was serious. I love that man. We still hadn’t set a wedding date, so I sat down with Sammy and asked him. We looked at the calendar and thought a weekend in Vegas would be an excellent month during mid-January. It’s in the low season, and we can get away for a honeymoon, maybe in Hawaii or Mexico.

The Grammy awards gave a boost to my record sales. My new and first albums were selling well, and tickets to see me in Vegas were always sold out months in advance. I was now doing shows Wednesday through Sunday, with days off on Monday and Tuesday.

I enjoyed my Vegas shows at the nightclub and in the Review show. The review show was at nine and the nightclub show was at 11. Since the revenue had increased from both my shows, Sammy had set up a live band for both. It was larger for the Review show and a four-piece jazz band in the nightclub. Lyle was still my piano man, and we still sang the odd duet together, but we now also had drums, sax, and bass to accompany me in the club.

I received the itinerary for the festival shows I would be performing around the country. Sammy also came up with another great idea. Since I wouldn’t be around the casino while on tour, he set me up to fly back between festival dates and perform special concert shows in our main theatre. We set up the dates for those as well. It would mean a bit of back-and-forth travel for me, but it would have the benefit that I would see Sammy more often too. We tried to make it two nights a week that I would return to the casino to perform a couple of back-to-back shows and then fly on a private jet to the next festival where I would perform either on a weeknight or a weekend date, depending on the festival. The longest haul flights would occur when I was performing in jazz festivals on the east coast, but we figured it would be worth it for the casino and our relationship.

Sammy’s idea worked great since the Vegas Concert shows sold out in a couple of days when the tickets went up for sale.

We started for our first festival date and flew out. The flight was uneventful, we made it there, and I performed my set at the Montreal Jazz festival. The Canadian people loved me, and I had a warm reception and felt very appreciated.

After it was over, I got back on our jet again and flew back to Vegas. I had a couple of days off and then performed two nights in the casino theatre. I dressed up as a showgirl, but I didn’t dance and just sang my set and let the showgirls dance behind me. A jazz orchestra backed us up. It was spectacular, and the crowd roared. The critics and the public loved the new show and gave it great reviews. We repeated it the next night with the same results.

The next festival was the Monterey Jazz festival. Sammy accompanied me up to Monterey and watched as I performed my set there. Once again, everyone loved my singing. We were also making brisk CD sales, and I spent time autographing the CDs for the fans. Sammy and I flew back to Vegas, and we spent time together the next few days until my next Vegas Show.

The rest of the fall was similar. I think I performed at a dozen Jazz shows all over the US and three Canadian stops. The crowds loved me everywhere, and the reviews were just incredible. I also recorded another live album one night at the casino show, and it would soon be on CD. Stuart called me and asked if I could get into the studio to record a Christmas Jazz CD. I also fit that into my itinerary. It was a busy time for me, but we had scheduled it very well, and I had my off days with Sammy.

When I went to LA to record the Christmas CD, Sammy came along. I spent two days in the studio recording, and it would be out by Thanksgiving. I sang all the old Christmas standards giving them my take with a jazz arrangement, and the tracks sounded great. Sammy and I spent some time shopping on Rodeo Drive in LA, where I purchased many new designer dresses and accessories. I even got Sammy to buy a few new designer suits and a new tuxedo. We had a stream of paparazzi following us constantly, and I would always smile for those guys since they were only doing their jobs. Many stars complain about them, but I would always stop and pose for their shots, and they respected us. We had a great time, and then we returned to Vegas to set up for another of my shows there.

Things were going great with us, and Sammy and I were never happier. Life was fast and busy and fun. I enjoyed performing the new Vegas show, and all the girls thought it was great. We were all having so much fun performing them. I never felt that singing, touring, and performing was a job. I was doing something I found that I loved to do and enjoyed, so how could I even consider it work?

After the festival season, I went back to my regular performances with the Review. It was easier on me since I didn’t have to go through the daily dance practices, but I would still come out once a week to keep myself up on the dance moves and also to learn my marks in the show, as I didn’t want to be singing in the wrong place while they were dancing around me. Still, I kept my spot as the Singing Showgirl, and we did variations of the special shows I performed during the jazz festivals.

I also performed the lounge shows. They were trendy as well, and I was always autographing my CDs. We sold them in the lounge and some of the casino shops. Sammy would always show up during my break and share a drink with me between sets.

Thanksgiving came around, and we shared a quiet Thanksgiving dinner with our friends in the penthouse. The casino kitchen staff catered it, and they did a great job, and everyone had a great time. After dinner, Sammy and the other guys watched the football game, and the girls were chatting and drinking wine in the kitchen while picking over the turkey carcass. We spoke about our wedding coming up in January, and many of my girlfriends were excited about it. It was still in the planning stages, but we were going to be married in the casino wedding chapel and reception in one of our banquet rooms. We were not looking at a big wedding but were inviting as many people as could fit in the chapel. We asked a lot of friends to the reception afterward. Sammy wondered about a church wedding, but that was off the table when the priest heard I was transgender. Sammy was upset about it, but I told him not to worry. He said, “That church wouldn’t get a cent of my money any longer.”

I continued to perform the shows every night of the week. December came around, and my Christmas CD was released. I could hear it play on the casino music system and other Christmas music. It took a little getting used to hearing myself singing, but Sammy put it into place when I was on tour. I would be walking in the casino and start humming, and I would realize I was listening to one of my songs. My singing career has boosted the casino’s bottom line, and Sammy never let me forget that. He was always complimenting me on my success as a singer.

We celebrated New Year in the casino, and we had a large party there, and I was one of the featured singers. It was a lot of fun, and we watched the New Year roll in on a giant wall projection. After New Year, they fitted my bridesmaids and me for the bride’s and bridesmaid’s gowns. Sammy and his boys got fitted for their new tuxedos. We were having the band perform the wedding music. So many people wanted to see our wedding we had decided to hold it in the theatre. The people working at the casino wanted to see our marriage too, so we decided to close the casino while we were being married, then everyone working there could come by if they wanted.

Finally, it was our wedding day. The casino closed down an hour before the wedding, and the theatre filled up. Everyone was waiting for me in the theatre as I walked up in my wedding gown. The ushers opened the doors for me as I walked up to the theatre doors. I heard the music start, and that was my cue to walk down the central aisle to the stage. I slowly walked towards the stage as the flashes were going off all around me. I could see Sammy waiting there for me along with the bridal party and a Justice of the peace. I made it to the stage and slowly raised my dress to walk up to the stage. Sammy was beaming from ear to ear. I had never seen him so happy. We stood in front of the Justice, we said our wedding vows, and then he pronounced us husband and wife. Sammy placed the wedding band on my finger, and I did the honor for him as well.

When Sammy was told, “You may kiss the bride,” he wasted no time in raising my veil and gave me a kiss as everyone in the theater was cheering and applauding for us. We embraced each other and turned towards the audience. The photographers were very professional and caught every moment. I threw my bouquet out to the people who had gathered around the stage and heard a resounding cheer from everyone there. Then we both walked down off the stage and up the aisle together. It was such a happy day for me, and I was so glad I had worn the waterproof mascara.

We then waited outside the theatre as the people came out and congratulated us. We all walked to the banquet hall, where we had our reception with the other wedding guests. Soon, we were all chatting and enjoying the champagne given to us by the waiting staff. At 6 pm, they announced for us to sit at our tables, and they started serving dinner. Sammy and I were sitting in the middle of the wedding table. We were flanked on either side by the bridesmaids and the groomsmen while we ate a lovely roast chicken dinner with white wine. Sammy’s best man toasted us and congratulated us. My bridesmaid was Trixie, and she also made a toast to us. Neither Sammy nor I had parents, but many of our friends came up and gave us their best wishes. Sammy got up and made a speech about meeting me and how he fell in love with me the first time he saw me, and he knew I would be his wife at that point. I thought back to when I first met Sammy and how frightened I was of him. But something happened along the way, and I also fell in love with him. I don’t know precisely when I knew for sure, but there was no going back once I realized it.

Once dinner was over, we had the first dance as husband and wife, and everyone cheered as we danced to the music of our casino band. I was on my feet all night as everyone wanted to have a dance with me, and Sammy, of course, cut in several times. After midnight, Sammy and I said our goodbyes to the party, and we left to more cheers and clapping.

We went up to the penthouse for our wedding night. Sammy took his time undressing me. He helped me out of my wedding dress. I, in turn, helped him out of his tuxedo until we were both in our underwear. Sammy then picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. We then enjoyed each other and made love to each other for hours. I didn’t know where all Sammy’s stamina came from, but I suspected he took a little blue pill earlier in the evening. The evening was unforgettable, and we so enjoyed ourselves. Sammy thanked me again for coming into his life and told me that things had never been better for him since I was with him. I told him I felt the same way. It seemed we were destined to be together, and nothing could have stopped it.

We had already packed for our honeymoon to Hawaii. We got up late and ordered room service brunch with champagne the following day. After brunch, we showered together, with a bit of extra fun, and then got dressed up, ready to fly out on the jet. We walked down to the casino, and everyone we met congratulated us on our wedding, then we jumped in our waiting limo and made the short trip over to the private jet area at McCarran airport. We boarded our jet; They loaded our luggage, and then we were off to Hawaii.

It didn’t take long before we landed on Maui at Kahului airport and took a limo to our resort. Sammy had booked a private villa by the beach, and in no time at all, we were there, where he picked me up and carried me over the threshold. The resort brought champagne and tapas to our villa, and we enjoyed snacking while looking over at the beach. I unpacked and found my bikini and put it on for Sammy. He whistled at me, and we found ourselves on the bed again. Sammy quickly helped me out of it and ravished me again. We laid down beside each other and kissed passionately.
I got up and put on my bikini for a second time, and Sammy put on his swimming trunks; then, we walked along the beach as the sun was setting over the water. It was so beautiful that evening as we walked along the surf’s edge softly talking to each other.

We walked back to the villa and called room service, and the resort brought a delicious red snapper dinner that we enjoyed with each other. We went out on the beach again. The sky was clear, the moon was out, and the sea looked so peaceful. It was so romantic that we kissed several times. We were both getting aroused, so we returned to our villa and made love all evening. Sammy always had so much stamina. That man was like a bull when he made love to me. And I couldn’t get enough of him either. Like I always did with Sammy, I lost count of the number of times he made me orgasm.

It was another night that I would never forget. I think we did every position in the Kama Sutra and a few more. I was glad all the dancing had made me so flexible, and Sammy enjoyed it as well. Sammy had always kept himself in great shape; he never wanted to be that overweight middle-aged guy and always made use of his penthouse fitness room. During sex with him, Sammy would go down on me with great passion and intensity. He was always loving, but he sure had great stamina. We could go on each other for hours. I loved riding Sammy as a cowgirl, and he loved it too.

The next day, we got up late and ordered room service. Sammy had arranged for a helicopter tour of Maui and the neighboring islands. We took a limo over to the helicopter tour company, and in no time, we were in the air having a blast looking at the scenery. We were all wearing headsets, and the pilot was doing double duty as our tour guide. The helicopter tour covered the most scenic sites of both West and East Maui. We flew over Haleakala Crater at 10,023 feet elevation. Then we went to the Hana rain forest, which featured breathtaking waterfalls and valleys. We then headed into the West Maui Mountains and the Pu’u Kukui watershed, where we saw jaw-dropping waterfalls and razor-sharp valleys. It was excellent, and I took as many pictures as I could.

The pilot landed on a remote hilltop where he brought out a picnic lunch for us, which we enjoyed immensely. After lunch, we were back in the air and finished the tour, returning to the heliport and taking the limo back to the resort for some afternoon delight. We had another catered dinner in our room and then retired for lovemaking all evening. We couldn’t get enough of each other, and we were constantly exploring each other’s bodies and finding new ways to please each other. We went back out on the beach to watch the sun go down again, another beautiful evening in Hawaii.

At the end of our Honeymoon week, we packed up in our room and checked out of the resort. We then got on our jet and arrived late afternoon in Vegas. The paparazzi were waiting for us at the casino front entrance, so we decided to go around to the rear door of the casino. I texted Joey about our change of plans. Joey called me back, he flatly stated for us to go around the block again, and he would call us when it was safe to park behind the hotel. I told Sammy and the driver, and instead of stopping, we circled the block again, waiting for Joey to call us back. A couple of minutes later, Joey said, it’s ok to come in, and we are in position.

We got out of the limo and were helping the driver unload our luggage when it happened. A dark sedan pulled up behind us, and two men with masks got out. They both had handguns pointing at us and started shooting. Sammy immediately saw what was happening and pushed me behind him. They opened up on Sammy, and he crumpled and fell to the ground, as well as the limo driver. Joey and his men immediately pulled out their guns and started shooting back, and the shooters both fell as well, then he rushed to our side.

Joey asked me, “Are you hurt?” He felt for Sammy’s pulse. “He still has a pulse. Call 911.”

“Joey, I’m fine. Sammy shielded me from the gunfire.”

“Hang in there, Sammy, don’t let the bastard take you.”

I knelt at Sammy’s side, and he looked at me and smiled, “I love you so much, Tammi. Tell my lawyer to implement Plan B.”

He closed his eyes and sighed. A pool of blood formed around Sammy, and he was dying. I quickly got my phone out, dialed 911, and told the operator that someone had shot my husband and he was dying in front of me.
“Please send an ambulance to the rear entrance of the High Roller Casino.” I didn’t know what else to do.

I kissed him and held his hand. It felt like hours, but an ambulance finally arrived. By now, people from the casino and other bystanders were gathered around us as the ambulance pulled up. The medics rushed over to Sammy and told me to stand back. They performed first aid to stop the bleeding and got him on a stretcher. Joey and I accompanied them to the hospital in the back of the ambulance. The driver was pronounced dead at the scene, but Sammy still had a pulse, though it was very weak. I didn’t know or care about the shooters.

On the way to the hospital, they fought to keep Sammy alive. His heart stopped once, and they defibrillated him to bring him back. We arrived at Emergency, and they immediately wheeled Sammy into surgery to save his life. I was left alone in the waiting room, and soon other Casino managers started showing up. Trixie and June were there, most of the dancers and Sammy’s casino management staff. We all waited and prayed together for Sammy to make it.

I was getting a cup of coffee, not knowing what else I could do, and I remembered Sammy’s last words to me before he closed his eyes. I asked Trixie if she knew the number for Sammy’s lawyer, and she sent it to my phone. I called him up, and he answered, hello, this is Milton Schwartz.

“Hi Milton, I am Tammi Giancana, and they shot Sammy. He replied that he had just seen it on the news. I then gave him Sammy’s message. “I don’t know what this means, but Sammy told me to tell you to implement Plan B. Do you know what this is?”

He told me it was a plan Sammy had drawn up if something like this happened to him, and he would start Sammy’s Plan B immediately.

“I wish you and Sammy the best of luck, and I hope he can pull through this. But I have much work to do, and I will have to say goodbye.”

With that, he hung up the phone, leaving me to wonder what Sammy’s plan was.
I took my coffee back to the waiting room, and about an hour later, a doctor came out, and he had a sorrowful look on his face. I rushed over to him and asked him how Sammy was doing.

“It’s not good,” he told us. “Sammy had three serious bullet wounds, he is still fighting for his life, and his heart stopped on the operating table several times. He has lost a lot of blood, and we have blood transfusions going on into him as we speak to try and bring him back. That’s all I can say. For now, we still have much work to do so we can stop all the internal bleeding. Right now, he may recover, and we will do our best, but he doesn’t have good odds at the moment.”

I told him, “Sammy would always bet on a long shot, and he will do everything he could do to pull out of this. Sammy is a fighter and won’t go down easily.”

Sammy was in surgery for 10 hours. A team of doctors operated on him. A different doctor came out to see us the following day. He looked a little more optimistic than the first doctor last night. He told us, “The surgery was successful, and Sammy is now in recovery, but he is unconscious. We don’t know if he will fall into a coma or come around. He doesn’t have any swelling on his brain since all his wounds were to his body. He wasn’t paralyzed in the shooting but came within inches of being paralyzed. All we could do at this point was wait and see.”

The next day, I went into Sammy’s room, where he was still unconscious. I slowly walked beside his bed and kissed him, then pulled up a chair and sat down beside him. I held on to his hand and softly started speaking to him.

“Sammy, please don’t leave me alone. I love you, I need you, and you have to come back to me.” I stroked his hand, closed my eyes, and cried.

I then heard him softly say to me, “I’m not going anywhere, Tammi; I’m right here.”

“Sammy!” I cried. I got up and kissed him again, “I love you so much, and I was afraid I lost you.”

He just smiled at me, “Don’t worry, kid, I will soon be up and chasing you around the bed.”
I smiled and replied, “Hold on to that thought for later. For now, please rest and recover. Sammy, I love you so much!” I grabbed my phone and called Trixie.
“Trixie, Sammy made it through. I am talking to him now. Spread the word.”
Sammy smiled as I turned off my phone.

“Did you do what I told you to do when they shot me?”

I said, “Yes, I didn’t know what it was about, but your lawyer understood. He told me he would set the plan in motion. What is it all about?”

“Well, kid, you know I have enemies, but I have been smart about it for years. I have slowly gathered a shitload of evidence against these guys that would put them all away for life if it got out. Plan B was to inform them of the evidence on them, and if they tried to kill me, all that stuff would go out automatically in the event of my death. I don’t think any of those guys want to see me dead now, and the lawyer would have sent it all out if I had died, so those guys are lucky I lived. I tried for years to get out of my father’s other family business and go legit, and those guys have forced me to do so completely. They may still be my enemies, but they will know not to touch me.”

I kissed him again. I was so happy that Sammy had made it through the night alive.

A Year Later

Sammy has fully recovered from the shooting, and Plan B went into motion. None of Sammy’s old mob associates have contacted him, but they are leaving him alone. There were no further attempts on his life.

I am still the singing showgirl in our chorus review and the nightclub show. I cut another album, and it also went Platinum in a month. Sammy is always in attendance at my shows, and he says he wouldn’t miss them for the world.

Today, Sammy asked me if I had ever considered adopting children. One of his uncles had sent him a telegram. Unfortunately, his uncle’s son and daughter-in-law died in an auto accident, and they had left behind two small children, a boy and a girl. At this point, they were staying with their uncle, who was very old.

“What do you think, kid? Would you like to have children? We can meet them at the funeral.”

I thought about it. Me, a mother? Would I have ever dreamed this possible? Then again, would I have ever dreamed I would be the star in a casino as the ‘Singing Showgirl’ and have a Jazz singing career?

I told Sammy, “That’s a great idea. However, I’m sorry about your cousin and his wife. Call up Milton and your uncle, and let’s get started on the adoptions. And we can fly out to the funeral and meet the children.”

The future was looking very bright for both of us.

The End

Julia’s note: I always had two endings for this story. I finally decided to go with the happier ending for part 6, but although this is a darker one, it’s pretty good, so I figured I should post it as well. Let me know which ending you prefer.

At the end of our Honeymoon week, we packed up in our room and checked out of the resort. We got on our jet and arrived back in Vegas in the late afternoon. A huge crowd and paparazzi were waiting for us at the casino front entrance, so we decided to go around to the rear, but Joey and his security team were waiting for us at the front. I texted him our change of plans and told him to meet us at the rear entrance. We parked at the rear of the casino, got out of the limo, and were helping the driver unload our luggage when it happened.

A dark sedan pulled up behind us, and two men with masks got out. They both pulled handguns and started shooting at us. Sammy immediately saw what was happening and pushed me behind him. They opened up on Sammy, and he crumpled and fell to the ground, as well as the limo driver. They jumped back into their car and sped away.

I knelt at Sammy’s side, and he looked at me and smiled, “I love you so much, Tammi. Tell my lawyer to implement Plan B.”

He closed his eyes and sighed. A pool of blood formed around Sammy, and he was dying. I quickly got my phone out, dialed 911, and told the operator that someone had shot my husband and he was dying in front of me.

“Please send an ambulance to the rear entrance of the High Roller Casino.” I didn’t know what else to do.

Joey rushed to my side and asked me if they had shot me too. I told him I was ok; Sammy had used himself as a shield to protect me from the gunfire. He looked at the pool of blood forming around Sammy and checked for a pulse.

“He’s still got a pulse, Tammi. Have you called 911?”

“Yes, an ambulance is on its way. Hang in there, Sammy, don’t let the bastard take you.”

I kissed Sammy and held his hand. It felt like hours, but an ambulance finally arrived on the scene. By now, people from the casino and other bystanders were gathered around us as the ambulance pulled up. The medics rushed over to Sammy and told me to stand back. They performed first aid to stop the bleeding, got him on a stretcher. Joey and I accompanied them to the hospital in the back of the ambulance. The driver was pronounced dead at the scene, but Sammy still had a pulse, though it was very weak.

On the way to the hospital, they fought to keep Sammy alive. His heart stopped once, and they defibrillated him to bring him back. We arrived at Emergency, and they immediately wheeled Sammy into surgery to save his life. Joey and I were left alone in the waiting room, but soon other Casino managers started showing up. Trixie and June were there, and most of the dancers and Sammy’s casino management staff. We all waited and prayed together for Sammy to make it. I was getting a cup of coffee, not knowing what else I could do, and I remembered Sammy’s last words to me before he closed his eyes. I asked Trixie if she knew the number for Sammy’s lawyer, and she sent it to my phone.

I called him up, and he answered, “Hello, this is Milton Schwartz.”

“Hi Milton, I am Tammi Giancana, and they shot Sammy.” He replied that he had just seen it on the news. I then gave him Sammy’s message. “I don’t know what this means, but Sammy asked me to tell you to implement Plan B. Do you know what this is?”

He told me it was a plan Sammy had created plan B if something like this happened to him, and he would start Sammy’s plan immediately.

“I wish you and Sammy the best of luck, and I hope he can pull through this. But I have much work to do, and I will have to say goodbye.”

After his brief explanation, he hung up the phone, leaving me to wonder what Sammy’s plan was.

I took my coffee back to the waiting room, and about an hour later, a doctor came out, and he had a sorrowful look on his face. I rushed over to him and asked him how Sammy was doing.

“It’s not good, he told us. Sammy had five serious bullet wounds, he is still fighting for his life, and his heart stopped several times on the operating table. He has lost a lot of blood, and we have blood transfusions going on into him as we speak to try and bring him back. That’s all I can say. For now, we still have much work to do so we can stop all the internal bleeding. Right now, he may recover, and we will do our best, but he doesn’t have very good odds at the moment.”

I told him, “Sammy would always bet on a long shot, and he would do everything he could do to pull out of this. Sammy is a fighter and won’t go down easily.”
Sammy was in surgery for 10 hours. A team of doctors had operated on him all night. A different doctor came out to see us the following day. He looked more haggard than the first doctor last night. He told us that they did everything they could for Sammy, but his injuries were just too severe, and he had lost too much blood.

“I’m very sorry, but Sammy didn’t make it.”

I collapsed, crying on the floor. My Sammy was gone. The bastard had taken him away from me. I was so distraught all I could do was sob and cry. Trixie and June helped me to my feet, and they took me home to the casino. I spent the rest of the day crying, and I was just too upset to function. Yesterday I was on top of the world, and today I am at the lowest point in my life, mourning my husband’s death. I didn’t sleep very well that night. I had nightmares watching those goons gun down Sammy, over and over.

Morning came, and I had a horrible headache. Trixie walked into the bedroom. She asked how I was feeling, and I said, I feel terrible. She sat down beside me and held my hand. I stayed overnight to keep an eye on you. It was an awful thing what happened to Sammy. I hope they catch the guys who shot him. I sniffled and agreed with her. She told me she had some breakfast sent up, and it’s in the other room. Why not get up and eat something? I had nothing but a couple of cups of coffee in the last 24 hours and realized I was hungry.

Trixie and I shared breakfast, and I told her I wanted to go back to the hospital and see Sammy’s body. I have to see him; I can’t believe he’s dead.

That afternoon Joey drove us to the hospital. Trixie and I could view Sammy’s body in the hospital morgue. I slowly walked beside his body and kissed him. I held on to his hand and softly spoke to him.

“Sammy, I miss you so much, and I don’t know what to do without you. I love you, and I need you, and I wish I could make you come back to me.” I stroked his hand, closed my eyes, and cried. Trixie held me up and hugged me as well.

Just as I was sobbing, Sammy’s lawyer called me on my phone.

“Hi Tammi, this is Milton Schwartz. I’m so sorry about Sammy. You must be feeling terrible. Would you mind if we talked a little, or would you like to call me back at a better time?”

I sniffled a little but told him, “It’s ok, I can talk to you.”

“Tammi, I need to see you as soon as you can come up to my office. I have to go over a few things with you, and I have to show you Sammy’s will.”

I sniffled a little more and replied, “How about tomorrow? Could you text me directions to your office as well?”

“That’s no problem, and I will do it now. Again, I’m so sorry for you, dear. It must be heartbreaking to lose Sammy so quickly after you were just married.”

The next day, Joey drove me over to the lawyer’s office. Joey wouldn’t let me out of his sight now, as he felt he had failed Sammy.

I left Joey in the waiting room and went into the lawyer’s office. Milton Schwartz had been Sammy’s lawyer for years. I trusted him completely. Milton asked me to have a seat and asked me if I wanted a coffee or a glass of water.

“No, thank you, I’m fine, Milton.”

Milton got right to the point. “I am sure you remember calling me about implementing Plan B.”

“Yes, I remember that. Could you explain to me exactly what that was?”

“As you realized, Sammy had many enemies out there, but he gathered a huge amount of evidence against them all for years. Plan B was to inform them of the evidence on them, and if they tried to kill Sammy, everything he had on them would go out to the police in the event of his death. But they moved too quickly and killed him before we had a chance to tell them of Plan B. The evidence against these guys would put them all away for life if it got out. Do I have your permission to give the police all of the evidence Sammy built up?”

“Those bastards took away my Sammy. The least we can do is take away their freedom and put them all away for life.”

Milton told me he thought I would feel this way.

“I will send a package to the FBI Organized Crime Division, which also contains a safety deposit box key to a large box in a Vegas bank that has much of the evidence Sammy had built up over the years. The safety deposit box also held an index documenting the evidence along with a key and address to a storage locker in Vegas that contained photographs, film, wiretaps, and quite literally, a ton of physical evidence against them. This evidence will exterminate the mob left in Vegas and have far-reaching effects that will go back to New York, LA, and Chicago. I am sure we are going to hear about this in the paper. The mob will be on the run now, thanks to Sammy.”

“Unfortunately, it won’t bring him back to me, but revenge is sweet, knowing those guys will all be in prison soon.”

“Now on to the next item. Last month Sammy had me draw up papers, and he signed a new last will and testament. Tammi, Sammy has left everything he owned to you as his sole heir.”

I was stunned. I didn’t know what to say. “You’re kidding me, right?”

“No, Tammi, I am quite serious. I need you to sign these papers, and everything Sammy had in the world now belongs to you, just the way he wanted.”

Epilogue

It’s now been a year since we buried Sammy. I still remember his funeral. All those mob assholes showed up to pay their respects, and boy did they all pay.
Just after the funeral ended at the cemetery, the FBI and police moved in and arrested all of them. I had the satisfaction of watching them being all led away in handcuffs and taken into custody.

Hundreds of Mob associates were arrested in Vegas and across the country. They have been in the news for months as the police, district attorneys, and the FBI had a field day charging these guys, using the evidence Sammy built up. When the trials started, they couldn’t do anything against the presented mountain of evidence. And one by one, down they went.

It didn’t bring back my Sammy, but I was hoping he was looking down from somewhere and telling me, great job, kid!

I hope that Sammy wouldn’t mind, but I have a new boy-toy in my life. You must remember Tony. Well, he took it upon himself to do everything in his power to comfort me after Sammy’s death. I know we have an 8-year age difference, but neither of us seems to mind, and he will do anything for me. And I mean anything.
Running the casinos is more fun than I ever imagined. I am still singing every night in the lounge, but I had to stop performing as a showgirl, as I was just too busy with the day-to-day operations of all of the casinos. I miss it, and now and then, I will drop by and practice with the girls. I promoted Trixie to VP of Casino Operations, and she is now my right-hand girl.

Remember Sammy’s goons, Vince and Nunzio? They are working for casino security now and still love to beat up assholes whenever they get the chance. They love me too, like everyone else here. Joey told me he would never let me out of his sight. He still blames himself for Sammy’s death, even though I said to him that those goons might have shot him as well if he had been there. Sammy left me with big shoes to fill, but I am doing my best. I still miss him terribly, but Tony tries his hardest to keep this girl happy.

I just received a telegram from Sammy’s uncle Vincent. Unfortunately, there was a family tragedy. His son and daughter-in-law died in an auto accident, and they left behind two small children, a boy, and a girl. Sammy’s uncle had written me, asking if I would consider adopting them and provide Sammy with a living legacy. He felt that he was too old to take care of them. I thought about it for a minute and called him up.

“Hello, Vincent? I’m Tammi Giancana. I received your telegram, and I want to give you my condolences for your loss. I know too well how this feels. I am also honored that you would ask me to adopt your niece and nephew. I would be more than happy to adopt the children, as Sammy would have done so too. I will contact my lawyer to start the adoption process and make flight arrangements with my pilots to fly there for the parent’s funeral and return with the children. Once again, I am so sorry but will see you soon.”

I hung up the phone and told Tony of my plans for the children. He was happy too and told me he loved kids.

I must go, Tony is back with a glass of champagne for me, as we are watching another mob conviction on the news, and we want to celebrate.

The End