The Masker

About this book

Muffled beats in the hallway announce that I’ve found the party. The Riviera is the only Casino on the strip willing to host a week-long party for crossdressers and trans women. For tonight’s event, the organizers have rented the penthouse suite on the top floor of the South tower. A little vestibule separates the hallway from the penthouse, so it’s not until I part the beaded curtains at the entranceway that I take in both the scene of the party and the accompanying rush of disappointment.