I looked into the vanity mirror. "Very nice," I said to myself. For one night, I could forget my troubles and have fun. I put a fake fur white jacket on and phoned for a cab.
The multi-story five star hotel was soon reached. I asked where the transgender ball was being held and was politely answered by the woman behind the desk, "On the twelfth floor, Madam. The elevator is over there." She was pointing at a bank of six elevators. I walked over and pressed the up button. One of them opened its door and I entered.
I was about to press twelve when suddenly the doors closed and the elevator ascended to where I didn't know. It whizzed past twelve, finally coming to a stop on the 43rd floor, the penthouse suite. When the doors opened, there stood two beautiful ladies who seemed to be in their mid-thirties.
"I'm sorry. I wanted to go to the Transgender Ball," I said.
"Did you hear that Aileen?" said one of them.
"Sure did, Elsa. She's a pretty one. What's your name, Sweetie?"
"Angelica," I answered.
"Are you thinking what I am thinking, Elsa?"
"Yes I am. We needn't bother going to the Transgender Ball. Our answer is here right in front of us."