The Virgin Tranny & the Bride
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"Thank you for coming," he said, offering DeVour a limp hand and escorting him to the chair recently vacated by Charles Bigelow. He tugged his skirt down towards his knees after sitting down primly on the same chair he'd occupied as Prince al-Teri.
"It's always a pleasure to meet with the media," DeVour replied as he ogled Terry's legs. "I understand you have a few questions for me."
"That's correct. Vanity Fair is running a feature about the ten most fascinating men in American business, and of course you're on our list. As part of my research for the story, I came across an unusual angle that I thought I should discuss with you before we go to print."
"Unusual?"
"Very." Terry reached into his purse and produced a large manila envelope. He leaned over to DeVour and handed it to him. "Can you give me a little background on these pictures?"
DeVour opened the envelope and gasped as he stared at two 8x10 glossy color photographs. The first was a picture of himself and an attractive blonde. He appeared to be lifting the hem of her short dress while she sat next to him on a sofa. In the second picture, the girl who had just been seen embracing him stood with her dress and panties pulled away to reveal a well-hung penis and balls. "Where did you get these?" DeVour asked, shaking with rage.
"I'm afraid our sources are confidential."
DeVour had always suspected that somebody at Tyrex had taken these photographs to ruin him, and he was determined to find out who. "I demand to know where you got these pictures!"
"Very well. If you will excuse me for a moment, I'll speak to the man who gave them to me."
"I want to speak to him myself!"
"I don't know...please wait here while I ask him." Terry left his purse on the chair as he got up and spun on his heel towards the room where Bigelow was waiting.
The butler intercepted him in the foyer. "A gentleman just called from the lobby."
"Perfect," Terry said. "Send him up."
"He's already on his way. Are we going to be changing into another costume?"
"Just make sure Larry sees Curly before Moe gets here," Terry said. When the butler gave him a quizzical look, he said, "Never mind. Please show Mr. Bigelow into the parlor."
"Very good, ma'am. Will there be anything else?"
"I'd hide the Ming vases if I were you."
* * *
A few minutes later, Lance Raptor rang the doorbell of the Peninsula suite for his appointment with a potential new investor. An attractive young woman opened the door in a panic. She looked vaguely familiar, but before Raptor could place her she cried, "Call the police! They're going to kill each other!"
Raptor entered the parlor to find Darwin DeVour pummeling Charles Bigelow with his ivory walking stick. Bigelow was down on one knee and bleeding from the head. "What the hell's going on?" Raptor shouted.
"The son of a bitch double-crossed us!" DeVour snarled.
"I just want out of our deal," Bigelow groaned.
"Bullshit! You can't screw with us!"
"We can't let him out now," Raptor said as he tried to pull DeVour away from Bigelow. "Not with millions of our dollars used to buy stock in his name." The tape recorder in Terry's purse rolled on as the three men continued to incriminate themselves.
* * *
"A thousand dollar tip for the butler at the Peninsula? Don't you think that's a bit much?" Doyle asked as he perused Terrence's expense report.
"Not considering what he had to put up with." Terrence was once again his androgynous self, to the dismay of Madam Fabulous, who was sitting with them in the corner of Doyle's office overlooking San Francisco Bay.
"What are your plans now," she asked him.
"Being Cosmo Terry was exciting, but I've got a real girl waiting for Tropo Terry in paradise. How about you, Doyle? Are we ever going to see Ginger again?"
Madam Fabulous smiled. "Go ahead and tell him."
"When things looked bleak," Doyle said, "I initiated some counter-measures with the board's approval. Not that we ever doubted Cosmo Terry, but it was prudent to consider selling off some assets as a pre-emptive move. Want to get in on the ground floor of an IPO?"
"That depends on what you're selling and who's running it."
"Haven't you seen the paper?" Rogers handed him the business section of the Chronicle. Right under the headline story about the indictment of Darwin DeVour, Lance Raptor and Charles Bigelow on charges of securities fraud was a smaller article below the fold:
TYREX TO SPIN OFF FINNOCHIO'S
San Francisco – Tyrex Industries announced that CEO Doyle Rogers is leaving the multi-national conglomerate to head up Finnochio's, which was established earlier this year as a joint venture between Tyrex and the House of Fabulous. According to Rogers, the new company plans to aggressively expand Finnochio's through a national franchising program, building on the reputation of its San Francisco flagship as "the world's premier cabaret for female impersonators." The company, which will be spun off to shareholders of Tyrex and Madam Fabulous, will trade on the NY Stock Exchange under the symbol MTF, for Madam/Tyrex/Finnochio's.
* * *
"Five minutes, Miss Rogers."
Ginger Rogers finished fussing with her elaborate blonde wig and took her silver sequined gown off its hanger. After she zipped herself up, she took a long look at herself in the full length mirror. The side slits in her gown went clear up her thighs, revealing glittering legs perched on silver heels. She practiced a tricky dance step in front of the mirror, singing a few bars of her trademark song as she psyched herself up for her act.
Madam Fabulous, who was standing outside the star's dressing room, gave her a big hug when she opened the door, being careful not to muss her makeup. Together they waited in the wings offstage while the juggling unicyclist in hot pants finished her routine. Then Madam Fabulous stepped in front of the curtain and addressed the packed house.
"Tonight we are so thrilled to welcome back to Finnochio's the incomparable Miss Ginger Rogers!" she announced as the audience began to roar. She stepped back behind the curtain and waited for the stage to go absolutely dark. Suddenly a single spotlight illuminated the fabulous face and form of her chief executive officer and leading lady.
The audience went wild as Ginger broke into song. "I'm strictly a female female...." She belted out the old show tune as if it had been written for her. "I enjoy being a girl!"
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