The long black maxi dress felt like a waterfall over my legs, it felt foreign to me, yet thrilling at the same time. It was Sabrina’s long-awaited night out in her borrowed skin, transforming me from boy mode, into a vision in black silk. It took about two hours to transform into the vision of beauty and years of preparation to bring it all to fruition.
One last step was to document the night with selfies and dramatic poses to preserve the evenings Couture. Everything was perfect! I gathered my belongings and with a quick glance again in the mirror I confidently turned toward the door. I took my first steps to enter the world as Sabrina.
Next, I nervously opened the door and stepped over the threshold while placing the “do not disturb” sign on the door. The walk toward the hotel exit was invigorating and every step felt like an exploration of unchartered territory. I am doing this, and I feel wonderful, I said to myself.
Sabrina exited the hotel and with a quick glance I perused the area and did not see anyone in the parking lot. I felt a sense of comfort as I walked toward my car. Success, I made it! I entered the car and swung my legs in, together and on an angle, so as not to flash anyone my panties and my underworld of boy meets girl.
The evening events.
I painted the town red (BTW: Thats a whole other store), cocktails and laughter swirling like sequins in the air. But the night, like champagne bubbles, eventually fizzled out. Back at the hotel, Sabrina, tipsy and giggling, stumbled to the door only to have flashback visions of the room key setting on the nightstand.
Panic Ensued
I franticly searched my purse, all the pockets, my wallet, my coin purse my jacket pockets, my car center console, I searched everywhere. As the reality of the situation set in, panic began to creep in. The lost room key might be a piece of plastic but in this situation, it is invaluable. That room key is a simply irreplaceable key to alleviate my tension and embarrassment.
The consequences of losing it swirl in my mind, adding to the growing knot of anxiety building in my stomach. I’m just stuttering the word No, No, No, No, No, this can’t be happening No, No I couldn’t have left it in the room. Panic, icy and unwelcome, crept up my spine. I accepted my destiny. I was locked out.
My phone, nestled comfortably in my purse, was the only thing that I had taken before leaving for the exciting night out. The hotel entrance mocked me with its inaccessible glow. Desperation nibbled at my sanity. How on earth can I gain entry into the hotel but more importantly gain access to my room? How can I approach the front desk and ask for a room key registered to a boy? I arrived just a few hours earlier and struck up a friendly conversation with the front desk clerk, surely, he will put two and two together. Even worse is that I have been traveling in and out of here for years and never ever have they seen nor heard of Sabrina. My mind, trapped in Sabrina’s heels, balked at the thought. The bellhop’s leery glance from earlier, his lingering eyes on my “feminine” gait, flashed back with unwelcome clarity.
The solution
Immediately I thought of going to a store to buy boy clothes and shoes, remove my makeup and confidently request a room key. But alas that is too much work and expense this late at night just to get a room key.
Desperately, I drove around the building looking for an entrance and the only one available was the front lobby entrance.
Then it hit me, I can send in Sabrina to get the key that is requested by the boy. Sabrina can handle this. It is now that I will find out if my female persona is good enough to pass as a real girl. Taking a deep breath, I decided to call the front desk and request a key to be given to my girlfriend Sabrina. Could this work? Yes, it has to.
In my deepest Alpha Male voice, I dialed the front desk with caller Id, the clerk recognized the name and greeted me as such. I requested that a room key be given to my girlfriend. “I’ve just gotten out of the shower, and she is on her way and so I can’t open the outer door for her, you understand,” I said in a cheeky, debonair voice.
Unfortunately, in one sentence I just took my alter ego Sabrina, from an elegant woman to a prostitute working the hotel. Ugh I’m so embarrassed. What am I saying! What is he thinking of me?
“She’s a blonde, dressed in black with a pink coat. She’ll be arriving shortly” I professed to the clerk on the other end of the phone.
The dress, once playful, now felt like armor. Walking toward the lobby I passed a couple exiting the lobby and going to their car. They walked by as if I was just another girl. No glare, No stare, No Giggle. Wow this may work I said to myself. Stepping into the lobby, I held my head high, ignoring the bell boy and people sauntering around the bar. The lobby adjacent to the bar glittered like a disco ball, and the front desk clerk, a middle-aged man with a bored expression, looked up and made eye contact.
“May I help you?” he scanned me from head to toe with his eyes flicking over my outfit.
My voice, surprisingly steady, at a higher pitch that mimics being kicked in the B _ _ _ s, came out of my mouth. En femme Sabrina plays the role perfectly. “Yes, I am picking up a key, my friend called and requested one for me. I winked, hoping it didn’t look like a twitch.
His eyebrow arched, but a smile softened his features. “Ah, yes, my pleasure, anything for Mr. Westfield, he said you would be arriving.” His fingers danced on the keyboard, and a click later, my heart thumped a victory beat. “Here we go. Have a wonderful evening ma’am.”
With a gracious dip of my head, I sashayed back towards the front door. It was then that I heard “Hello Ma’am excuse me! I turned in fright as I was certain that I would be announced as the crossdresser that I am. He exclaimed” the room is the other way! “Oh, thank you I replied, I’m just going to my car first.” I turned and confidently walked out of the lobby doors with my heels clicking a triumphant tune.
Lesson Learned
Finally, back in the room, slipping out of the dress, the weight of Sabrina’s borrowed confidence falls away. I was on my way back to boy mode once again, my heart still pounding, but with a secret smile playing on my lips and a feeling of exhilaration in my heart!
That night I could hardly sleep, reveling in the extasy of the evenings event! The next morning, I had to call the one and only friend that knows me as Sabrina and tell my tale. She listened to my tale with anticipation. “You… you went down like that?” she gasped, laughter bubbling up. “Oh, Sabrina, you’re such a blonde, but a diamond in the rough!”
Once again, beneath the city lights, I met my girlfriend and as we toasted to Sabrina, I had to look in my purse just to confirm that on that night I had the room key that I so elegantly earned the evening before. As you may guess, I kept that key and have saved it for posterity. It will serve as a reminder to always keep your key with you no matter where you go!
As for the dress, it is hung in the closet and serves as a silent reminder of the night when two souls swapped skins, and both found a little more courage to shine on their own.