It was how I didn't noticed the change until the Croupier call me: Miss.
"Your bet, miss." The Croupier told me again passing me the screen.
"Who are you calling..." I said, but before I could finish the phrase, I noticed my high pitch voice.
It was like suddenly awaking of a daydream. I saw myself and looked around scared. <<What's going on?!>> I could read in the other guest face: "This newbie" a sense of boredom about the subject.
"Miss. Your bet." The croupier insisted.
I couldn't answer and ran away. I didn't know where to run so I made my way to a bathroom. You can imagine the reaction when I entered the boys' room... I got out and entered immediately to the appropriated one.
I observed my reflection. I was a woman.
I observed myself for quite the time, at at some point I the surprise disappeared leaving a sense of deception. I didn't know how or why I had turned into a woman at that time, but it disappointed me that I was just some kind of female version of myself. I had long brunette hair, my breast was barely cup B and my silhouette average. Something good was that my clothes changed to fit my new body, but now that I think about that, those were still kind of boyish. Maybe the weirdest and hardest part of this is that I remember exactly who I was before, but not who I had became.
I finally calmed myself and the first thing I did was obvious. I look for a Manager.
I wasn't hard to find one. I explained myself and she just sighed, I bet this was a rather common situation.
The Manager led me the one of the bar of the casino, which was almost empty at that hour and explained me what I should had read at the contract that was my new account.
"Lets begin with the basis," she began, "at the GB Casino, as you should have noticed, you bet with your gender attributes."
"So that's why I became a woman!" I exclaimed.
"Yes, miss."
"Could you..."
"Please, let me finish." She interrupted me. "This attributes are divided in three basic aspects: Body, Social and Sexuality. With each lost you approach to the opposite version of yourself in one of those parameters. In this case You bet our whole body masculinity, so now is as if you had born as a girl."
"Ok." I said trying to process what the manager was saying. "How do I go back to my former self?"
"You just need to pay bill, take the risk to become even more feminine or wait 48 hours and lost your by betting your femininity."
"Ok... How much do I need to pay?" I asked a little scared and with good reasons. Just recovering a 10% of my masculinity would cost about the total of the prize that brought me to Las Vegas in first place.
"If that's all, Miss? Please, excuse me." She stood up and left me there.
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