After a couple of false starts (why do people go on chatroulette only to hit "disconnect" as soon as they see a human face?!), I got connected to someone who did not disconnect right away. He visibly mouthed "WOW!" upon seeing me! Looking at his reaction, you'd have thought he just won the lottery! We chatted for a while. He had no clue that I am a T girl! I got up from my chair a few times to do "lap dances" for him. Soon, enough, he said: "I wanna see your O_O", wanting to see my tits. I said: "They're not real". He looked quite confused. When I said "I'm a tranny" he responded with "Fuck you" and disconnected.

I thought it highly amusing that even though he had no problem cam-to-cam'ing with a woman in lingerie and heels whom he has never seen, and thoroughly enjoying her performing sexually suggestive dances for him, he got pissed that that woman turned out to have some... extra plumbing!

My flight landed at Las Vegas' McCarran Airport around eight in the morning. The weather was quite cool which was great, since it's always more challenging going out en femme in hot weather. I got to my hotel, the Luxor, too early. The hotel charges a fee for early check-in. I did not want to waste any time while in Sin City, I opted to pay to check in early.

After unpacking and ironing my clothes, I dolled up in my current fav skirt suit. It's a red double-breasted number from newport-news.com. I had shortened the suit's skirt from ankle length up to oh-my-God-check-out-her-legs length! Glossy off-black Aristoc Ultra-Shine control top pantyhose and 5" black patent pumps added to the business lady "power" look. A black purse custom tailored by yours truly completed the outfit. If you're interested: I made the purse from this pattern.

(I had recently learned that in Catholic schools, the "skirt length rule" is the hem line has to reach below the tips of one's fingers when one's arms are straight at one's side. All of my skirts and dresses break that rule! I had also observed that women don't often wear such short skirts, and it's always the case that a woman wearing a skirt of that length instantly has my attention! All the same, I wasn't too concerned about how much legs to bare because in Vegas, skirts can not be too short or heels too high. There will always be somebody with shorter skirt and/or higher heels! )

First order of business is lunch at Olives, in the Bellagio. It was relatively early for Vegas so there weren't yet many diners and most of the waitstaff were just hanging out, chewing the fat. My entrance was a nice diversion. They were all checking me out at length, men and women. After a while, the place started filling up with lots of business types, mostly men, doing lunch. They got a good show when I got up to leave!

After lunch, I paid a visit to the Bellagio Gallery of Fine Arts. I know. "Fine arts"? In Vegas?! Child, puh-leeeeze! The collection is actually quite respectable. It's a bit small, but includes heavy hitting fine arts names such as David Hockney, Roy Lichtenstein, and Claude Monet. There were many names that I've never heard of, but that's not saying much!

Along the way, I stopped by the Bellagio's atrium which was currently wearing its "Easter" decor. I asked cute young girls to take my pic for me! They were all so sweet, and so hot!!! If they only knew what's under my somewhat-indecent skirt!

After the art gallery, I hightailed it back to my hotel to prepare for my dinner date with Tara at Sage in the Aria. Tara and I met on tvchix.com. To be precise, I wanted to meet Vegas T girls so I searched on tvchix.com and Tara's profile caught my eyes so I wrote to her. My email piqued her interest, so she responded and we set up a date for dinner.

I wore a little spaghetti-strapped cocktail dress:

As I was heading out front of the Luxor to catch a cab, Tara called and said that traffic was so light, she got to the Aria way early, but said it's not a big deal and there's no need for me to hurry; she'd wait. She's such a sweetheart!

I know my outfit was a hit because my cab driver, an older not-bad-looking black guy, kept trying to get a conversation going with me! He asked me where I'm from, whether it's my first time in Vegas, how do I like it, etc. I was still not quite at ease carrying on lengthy conversations in my femme voice so I didn't elaborate on my answers. Unfortunately, that gave him the impression that I didn't want to talk to him. If he only knew that I was already fantasizing about having a "date" with him later that night! He was rather dark complected, so that had me dreaming about the contrast of his nice thick black cock on my lilly-white behind!

Soon enough, the cab pulled into the beautiful and spacious Aria entrance area. I enjoyed flashing lots of legs to the bellhop who opened the cab's door for me. I also enjoyed my reflection in the glass doors as I walked in; that was the first chance I got to see how I looked walking, in this outfit.

Tara wore a long flowing white dress showing lots of cleavage. It's good to be the queen! Her red hair was pinned up in a glamorous style. She grew up in Ireland and still speaks with a lovely Irish brogue. We were early so after checking in with Sage's hostess, we sat and chatted a bit in Sage's bar. We drew a bit of attention, but I loved that! The dinner was outstanding. It was the third time I dined at Sage. I love that place!

Back in the Luxor, I played a bit of blackjack before going to bed. There was an obvious young TV at my table: broad shoulders and no hips, wearing tight capris which make matters even more obvious. I don't think she cares. After she left, an older Asian guy at the table said to the dealer "That's a man!" to which the dealer just shrugged as if saying, "Big deal!" I thought it rather amusing that they didn't know that there were actually two crossdressers at the table .

The next day saw me dressing down a bit, albeit still wearing a dress with a dangerously high hem line!

In the aquarium, I asked people to take pic of me several times. It's so hot to pose for unsuspecting total strangers!

At one point, we were in front of one of the tanks and I noticed my reflection and that of the hunky guy next to me, so I took a pic:

At the exit of the aquarium, I asked the exit gate attendant to take my pic:

By then it was about lunch time. I was wondering where to eat when I passed by Hubert Keller in Mandalay Bay. I dropped in and sat at counter and had a lunch of a soup and a plate of gnocchi. During lunch, I enjoyed making eyes at a really hot Indian chick across from me who was with two of her colleagues. She seemed to want to let me know she's straight and not interested so she was striking up a conversation with cute guy next to her on the football strike/lock-out (showing on TV). Oh well!

In the afternoon, I decided to check out the "BODIES The Exhibition" in the Luxor. I've heard a lot about it: all of its displays are constructed from real human cadavers! It was well worth the price of admissions! Plus, given the subject matter, the exhibition viewers were mostly men/nerdy types, which of course meant another appreciative audience for my showing off! A bonus was that the exhibition's rooms are fairly dark, with spotlights on the exhibits. Spot lit pools of light on the floor made my glossy pantyhose look even more glossy! I took full advantage, walked around barefoot and flexed feet & toes a lot!

For my last night in Vegas, my outfit would be my super-short cheongsam minidress (with a slit up the side!!), sheer glossy black hose, and black spike heels. I took a cab to the Cosmopolitan (again resisting the urge to set up a date with the cab driver!).

After an amazing dinner:

Soon enough, I burned through my bankroll (how do you think they pay their electricity bills?!), so I got up and took a stroll over to the craps tables. There are two craps dealers per craps table, plus a "box man", seated between the dealers, and a "stick man", on the opposite side of the craps table. When business is light, they would make a pasttime of pointing out hot women to each other. When I was in Vegas en drab previously, I would always be so envious of the hot women passing by, instantly grabbing their attention. I'd wish for the opportunity to be in those women's heels! Well, this time, I got my wish!

My cheongsam minidress, with its up-to-here side slit showcasing my super-shapely legs, proved to be the perfect implement for showin'-off! Add black patent CFM pumps with red lacquered 5" needle heels and it's "game, set, match" to Nicole! I did a lot of loitering near the craps tables, pretending to hang about watching other people playing craps. It was so hot the way the dealers oggled me, quietly alerting each other to my presence.

As I was waiting on line for a cab leaving the Bellagio, a man in front of me in line kept turning around and discreetly checking me out. He was with his wife and two other couples, but I guess that didn't stop him. I showed my appreciation for his admiration by surreptitiously flirting with him, striking sexy "mini poses".

The "big adventure" of the night, however, was when I realized I forgot my room key! The only thing I could do is to present my (very male!) driver's license to get a new room key! There were a handful of hotel guests waiting at the registration desk to check in, and three reservationists. I was worried that it may be necessary for me to use my male voice in order to convince the registration clerk that I am the person in the driver's license, and be overheard by the other guests. Doing so would "out" me.

My turn was with a really pretty and petite reservationist.
"I locked myself out of my room," I said, in my femme voice.
She cheerily assured me that it's not a problem and asked for my room number and ID.
I said "9094" and gave her my ID.
She looked at my ID and started getting quite confused.
"That's me!" I said, still using my femme voice.
"That's... you?!"
"Yes," I said, smiling broadly.
She did a couple more doubletakes and hurriedly made me a new room key card. I'm not sure if she was finally convinced that it's me in the ID, or if she got all flusttered and just want to get me out of there ASAP!

Alas, all good things must come to an end, as so did my en femme Vegas adventure. It was very bittersweet "decloaking" and packing up for the trip home. On the one hand, I finally fulfilled my favorite fantasy of spending several days in Vegas being Nicole. On the other hand, I know that it will be quite a while, if ever, before I can fake another business trip to Vegas. It's just as well. "Nicole time" in Vegas is a lot like the food at Scarpetta: it's delicious, but too much too often will ruin the magic.