Harry and the Transsexuals by Marlene Sexton Page A

the brunette added, “This is Sarina. Can we join you?” Harry wasn't quite sure what to do. Part of him was screaming yes, but another part was wondering what they were up to. Was this a prank? Pull the old guy’s chain and then laugh at him. Harry decided to take a chance, but prepared himself for the worst. It wouldn’t be the first time he had been humiliated by a woman.
    “Why not? Have a seat. I'm Harry.” Deidre sat to his right and Sarina his left. Up close, they didn’t seem as young as he thought, but they were both pretty.
    “Nice to meet you, Harry,” Sarina said in a quiet voice.
    “We saw this place and thought it looked kind of shabby chic, but it's just shabby. What're you doing in here?” Deidre asked.
    “Just stopped in for a few drinks. I'm on a business trip and staying a few blocks away.”
    “Out of towner, huh?” Deidre stated, “We live over on the east side of town. Sarina and I were out looking for a new place to hang. I don't think this is it.”
    “No, I wouldn't think so. You girls don’t quite fit in,” Harry said looking around the place. Harry didn't get the feeling the girls were there to make fun of him. They seemed genuinely friendly. Deidre was bubbly and full of energy and Sarina seemed content just to sit and listen. They were both pretty, but different in a way Harry couldn't quite put his finger on.
    “We don’t fit in a lot of places. So, you alone tonight?” Deidre asked.
    “Uh...yeah, just me. I was about to head back to my room after this drink.”
    Deidre put her hand on Harry’s thigh and asked, “Want a little company?” Harry had always been a little slow to catch on but he got it now. They were hookers. For a moment, he thought these girls were just being friendly. His damn optimism was always betraying him. Harry called to the waitress and reached for his wallet, but Sarina pulled his hand down.
    “Harry, we're not prostitutes,” Sarina said seeming to read Harry’s mind.
    “Uh...oh, no. No! Geez, it sounded like that, didn't it? I'm sorry, Harry.” Deidre apologized.
    “Sorry, I just assumed. It's not every day two pretty girls introduce themselves out of the blue, you know?” Harry explained. If they weren’t hookers, then what were they and why were they coming on to him?
    “Harry,” Sarina said placing her hand on Harry's thigh causing him to shift his attention to her immediately, “I just thought you looked lonely. I asked Deidre if she wanted help cheer you up and she did. That's all. I promise.”
    “Look, you'll understand if I'm a little skeptical. Just seems a little odd two pretty girls walk into a dive like this, see some schmuck in the corner and just decide to follow him back to his hotel room. Just sayin'.”
    The girls looked at each other, Deidre shrugged and Sarina sighed then turned back to Harry and said,” Look, you've been upfront with us. We'll be upfront with you. You just have to promise to give us a chance. Fair enough?”
    Harry mulled it over for a moment. He liked both of them and honestly, he was desperate. They seemed nice enough and against his better judgment, he thought he could trust Sarina. Harry figured he'd see where this went and answered, “Fair enough.”
    Sarina smiled, “OK, I'll just come out and say it, but remember, you promised to give us a chance. Deidre and I are transsexuals. Do you know what that is?”
    Harry looked at Sarina, then Deidre, back again, and said, “OK, jokes on me. Look I don't know what your game is but I need to go.” Harry started to scoot to his right, but Sarina grabbed his arm and he protested, “C'mon, let go.” Harry tried to pull away but Sarina was surprisingly strong. She pulled his arm towards her. For a moment, Harry was a little worried. He wondered if they were going to grab his wallet, or worse.
    However, Sarina pulled up her dress and placed Harry's hand on her crotch. Harry was a little confused, but after he settled down he realized Sarina wasn't