To the club

So, what am I supposed to do now? I thought she was joking, of course. No one can change a man into a woman just by reading a spell.

What was it she said again?

"Nate," she said. "All you have to do is to put on the sexy dress you find in the closet. Yeah, and don't forget the lingerie, honey. It is a chilly evening, so you will need that."

I really cannot see how those stockings are going to keep me warm. That was probably her sick sense of humor.

And then she said. "Wear high heels, girl, and try not to break a leg, will you?"

"What the hell is it you want me to do?" I had asked her. I am ashamed to say that I was nearly crying.

"You need to change me back!"

"Of course," she said. "But first you have to come to the club and party with me. There will be a limo waiting for you at nine."

"But why do you do this?" I asked her.

"You and Robert has been fooling around, Nate. That hurts. So Lena and I has decided to teach you two a lesson. Robert knows nothing about this, so you are going down to the club and hit on him. As soon as you have kissed him, we will change you back -- if you want us to, of course."

I had yelled at her, screamed in my girly voice, thrown a pillow at her. To no avail. It is close to eight now. I have to get ready.

The problem is that the thought of kissing feels no longer so revolting.

Now, that is scary!

Images from the classy Met-Art site.

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This one is for Starhawk over at Rachel's Haven!

1 comment:

  1. That Met Model is a favorite of mine. I love the way her body looks and always find things I wish for my body when I see her. Nice cap as always Becs.


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