Princess For Hire: The Second Semester

Part 3
By Melanie E.

Beck enacts his plan. Or does he?

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So You Want To Be A Girl, Do You?
by Barbara Lynn Terry

Chapter 4 - Home, Shopping, Girls Night In.

(Author's Note:) I have three stories that need to be completed. This is one of them. Now I write my stories from how I was accepted in the 1950's in a small, redneck town, in the American upper midwest. The so-called rednecks stayed to their drinking at the taverns with their buddies. The things I put in my stories is what I actually had. Yes, I had pantyhose instead of tights because I wanted to be a big girl.

Part I - Home.

Chapter 11: Sarah

Dave called me from the hospital asking me to pick him up, I told him be there right away. At the hospital, I expected Dave to be waiting for me. I checked at the desk and was told that he hadn’t come down yet. So I went to find him.

Getting off the elevator, I was stopped by a nurse, “Can I help you? Visiting hours aren’t until 10 AM.”

“I’m here to pick up my neighbor, Dave Wilson. He’s supposed to be discharged today. I expected to find him downstairs, but he wasn’t there. So I came looking for him.”

A tale about how a man finds himself pretending playing the woman's role, and enjoying the situation.
Thanks to Tiffany for tidying up.

The Pucell Princess
Forced destiny:

The bars of gold having been stacked neatly against the west wall of the natural cavern picked up and arranged in orderly rows and stacks for the wild dispersal that had occurred in the hectic days of transporting, as well as hectic hours of the fighting and killing, all the accumulated barrels, bags, chests, and boxes.

From the devastated wreckage of the once magnificent armed galleon, “Pucell Princess” all these items had been transported.

CHAPTER 61
Some day I would have to ask how far Kate and Sal went back, but for now it was enough to gather my man from his interview and confirm where I stood.

Rock Star Makeover, Part 3

(Author's note: Its probably a good idea to read parts 1 and 2 first)

The next morning, I was happy to see Gabbi with her mom waiting for us to come to church.

“You both look fantastic!” I said.

Gabbi blushed, and her mom smiled.

We went to church, and it was pretty good. After it was over, I whispered to Gabbi “I think your mom is impressed by how everyone here is so cool with you.”

“Yeh, well, before I came here as Gabbi for the first time, I talked with the pastor.”