<<Well, I can't win all.>> said to myself retiring from the game. I felt a little disappointed by loosing just at my very first bet.
I walked to the bar and sat just next to gorgeous woman. Long black curly hair, a soft ebony skin, long legs and a perfect shape breast. A goddess.
I took courage and said hi. It was a little rare for me to begin a conversation with a woman, and even more with such a beauty, but it felt so natural that I didn't care. Her name was Miranda and I continued chatting casually, thinking that maybe the goddess of luck had just changed my bless to that of "love".
How naive was I?
The conversation was going so good and when I thought I had just seal the deal, I saw him. My eyes passed from the gorgeous woman in front of me to the handsome latino that was just coming into the bar.
At first was just a glimpse first. But it got worse. It reached to the point where Miranda turned to see what was distracting my sight.
"He's cute, isn't him?" She smiled me knowingly and I just blushed there, ashamed of myself. "Wanna go to talk to him? You might have luck to night."
"What would I do such a thing?" I asked laughing nervously trying to avoid the idea that she had just seeded in my mind... and was arousing me.
"Come on." She touched my hand supportingly. "Which better place than Las Vegas to come out?"
"I'm not gay..." I said. But in that moment I didn't understand why it sounded so unmotivated.
"Might I ask you something then?" She smiled me naughtily.
"Yes!" I answered without hesitation, thanking the possible change of subject.
"Is this your first time at the GB Casino?"
I didn't answered instantly, she even had time to sip her drink.
"Yes..." I said with a resigned sigh.
"I got it." She continued calmly and smiling amused. "Well, as you might know now, this casino is... special. Here you bet with your gender attributes instead of money."
"Gender attributes?"
"Yes, sweety. There are three: Body, Social and Sexuality. With each lost you approach to the opposite version of yourself in one of those parameters." She turned to look at the latino guy and them to me smiling. "And by the way you are staring to that guy, I bet you just lost with the sexuality one."
"So I'm gay now?!" I asked terrified.
"I'm sorry, but seems like that to me." She sighed looking me from the head to the toes a little disappointed.
"Is there a way to be... myself again?!"
"There are a few: pay the bill, take the gamble of becoming even more... "special" or wait 48 hours and lost by betting your resent discovered new taste.
"Do you know how much the bill is?" I asked a little scared and with good reasons. Just recovering a 10% of my taste would cost about the total of the prize that brought me to Las Vegas in first place.
"Don't get so stressed about it, honney." She told me. "If that's what you like now, just embrace it. You are at Las Vegas, baby. And what happens in vegas stays in vegas!" She laughed.
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