Friends of mine offerred the use of their house in Las Vegas, to which I readily accepted. Since no one was going to be there when I arrived, I decided to travel and arrive en femme.
The trip is usually 4 hours long. I left home in the early evening and changed at the first safe stop in my SUV, something that I normally dont do, but I wanted to have as much 'dresstime' as possible.
There is always a lot of venue choices and I opted for the one based on privacy and safety.
I kept my attire simple and easy, undies, jeans, tee-shirt, sandals, hair in a ponytail, and light make-up. I strolled around for a few minutes to enjoy that feeling of freedom and independance, then returned to the highway.
After 2 hours of driving, I needed to stop and rest. After parking I got out and checked myself in the car windows, there was Linsey looking back at me. The gas mart was well lit and not busy. I strolled towards the side entrance,
closest to the restrooms. The door chimed as I smiled at the elder male attendant, he smiled back and went about his tidying up. The restrooms were the single use type, I was done and out in a few minutes.
I exited and a couple was in the store now, they only looked at me quickly as looked at them, I left the store and back to my car. Yes...there were some people around, but I didn't study them, and they did not study me.
90 minutes later, I was looking over the valley that contains the city of Las Vegas. From 15 miles away, Las Vegas is all lights, colors and huge shapes. No cost is spared in creating the mega-casinos, they tower on both sides of the highway as I pass through the 10 mile stretch of casinos, hotels, clubs, shopping and dining. One fellow was keeping alongside, obviously wanting a closer look, I smiled and merged onto my exit.
The house is in a modest suburban neighborhood several miles west of downtown. I parked in the driveway, it is nearly 11 pm.
Everything I needed was here, I made tea and listened to the radio, the yard is nicely landscaped, I spent a while sitting outside, enjoying the warm breeze and the overall quiet. I later fell asleep with the telelvision on.
Late in the morning, I made coffee and showered. I used this opportunity to launder my underthings. Everything was clean and fresh for tonight. I was in need of a new hairpiece and there are several well known and recomended places in Las Vegas,
one of them is Bare Essentials Fantasy Fashions on West Sahara Blvd.
This store is well known for its wide selection of fantasy wear and stage costumes. One section is devoted to hairpieces, make-up and other CD 'essentials'. The female sales clerk assisted me with sorting through the numerous hairpiece styles and colors. I decided on a dark brown shoulder length with some highlights, the cut is tappered and layered around the face and the back. I had almost purchased a solid brown with bangs, but the other choice looked more appealing to me by the styling. I paid and tipped the salesgirl, I don't think she expected that but I appreciated her help. At a drugstore I bought a skin cleanser and a deeper shade for my lips.
My next stop was for jeans, a blouse and shoes. I immediately found a perfect pair of Levis boot cut jeans that I tried on along with 2 long sleeved light sweaters. There were no shoes to be found, the same for the blouses.
I left, stopping on the way to the house for take out food.
After my early dinner, I proceeded to get myself ready for the evening. I intended on seeing the Las Vegas Strip, en femme. There are several CD friendly establishments here, but I had decided to visit them at a later date and just spend time
alone, no hurries or influence, just me.
I dressed casually, the new jeans fit perfect, the new hairpiece is wonderful and feels and looks natural. With this cut, the hair frames my face, and I have to occasionally flip the hair out of my eyes. I made a special effort to do my eyes right,
using my eyeliner and eyeshades, the look was very nice. Of course I did the facelift trick to raise my brows, which makes a big difference appearance wise.
Again my heart began to race as I gathered up my essentials...lipstick, compact powder, money, ID, all in a small handbag, i locked the house and drove away.
Within a few minutes, I was on the north end of Las Vegas Blvd. This was a holiday weekend, so tonight it was crowded. Perfect for dissapearing into the throngs of tourists. I drove towards the south end where the newer casinos are.
The casino self-parking is free, and there are many choices where to park. I chose the least busiest parking structure. I checked my make-up, hair and clothes. The weather was perfect, warm and breezy, no need for a jacket. My button up sweater,
jeans and one inch laced heels all fit together quite nicely.
There are cameras everywhere, and no way to avoid them, but I wasn't avoiding anything tonight. I took a deep breath, flipped my hair back and walked towards the exit to the street.
So here I am...Linsey is finally on the Vegas strip. I stood and took everything in, my senses were overwhelmed with the spectacle that Las Vegas is. People where everywhere, and I was one now one of them...just another person amongst thousands
of others. Which way should I go? It really didn't matter, I casually walked to the south, towards the Wynn, Palazo, MGM, Ballagio, Luxor, etc...
It is true about society, if you do not focus on everyone around you, they will not focus on you. Here it is too late to be concerned that they will notice that there is something different about you. I have every right to be here as much as they do.
Everything fell into place...my attitude, poise, appearance, feelings. People of all sorts walked with and past me, without so moch as a casual glance from anyone. Yes there were several men that gave me more than a passing glance. I even 'busted'
several as they focused on my body, particularly my 'upper tropics'. It was fun to look at them as they would look up from my chest and find that they were caught studying their particularly favorite object of a gals body. I smiled back at their
sheepish expression, no harm no foul, everything was alright. My confidence soared as I relaxed and walked. The Ballagio water show was about to start, I found a place along the rail, people also gathered on either side of me. Soon I was boxed in.
The show began with a bang of lights and fountains. Everyone gasped at the onslaught, myself included. An older couple had moved in next to me, the gentleman was almost leaning against me as the crowd grew. The rush of sensations was pleasant
as we continued to watch. I momentarily took note of my posture...lower back in, shoulders back, chest out, feet together, behind out, hands turned inwards. I observed how the other ladies stood, I counted myself as one of them.
By now the crowd too deep for me to leave, so I would have to wait for the show th end.
I was relieved when the show did end as I was wasn't much for water shows and I was weary of standing there completely surrounded. The crowd slowly dispersed in all directions and I was free to continue. I followed the crowd towards the bridges that cross over the main streets. (to be continued)