Luck be a Lady

by: Catherine Linda Michel

Part 7

Jessie stood up and walked to the door mirror. He gasped as he saw the pretty girl looking back at him.

He examined his face which was downright pretty. His hair had grown so much! Thin, arched eyebrows? He continued in an almost surreal-like state. Breasts. He had breasts. No denying it. He lifted his nighty over his head and just stared. How? He reached to touch them. Red painted, perfectly manicured fingernails? This can’t possibly be real... but it is! His supple breasts gently swayed as he lifted them with his hands. They were real and they were a part of him. His hips curved out so much. If the breasts weren’t enough, the hips sure didn’t lie. He had a undeniable female figure!

This just couldn't get anymore worse!

“I’ve been set up.”

“Cathy, if I might call you that, you haven’t.”

“How do these two know each other?” I pointed at the two children hugging and showing each other their toys.

“They were in hospital together, on the same ward.”

“What makes you think I’d be any use to ‘Patricia’, here?”

“You know what it’s like to be transgendered.”

Spin Cycle Random Glances by Liobhan Every natural fact is a symbol of some spiritual fact. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

Spin Cycle is an experimental novel meant to be experienced by the reader in no particular order, or rather, whatever order strikes their particular fancy.

Every ‘episode’ takes place in essential simultaneity, although their temporal extents may differ, or one's viewpoint may have altered such that what had seemed a prior event can now be seen as subsequent, or vice versa.

"I'm so excited Ashley! I want Jason and me to be just like old times again. I don't know why he thought I was a sissy...I don't know why he called me a fairy...all I know is that I'm going to make sure that I'm the same old Jessica that he used to love to hang out with. I'm the same guy and I'm going to prove it!"

"OK."

"Ashley, please, please, please help me with my makeup?"

Same old Jessie huh?

Elizabeth was everything that Simon could want in a wife. So what went wrong?

This is a work of adult fiction; there are no deliberate references to anyone who has ever lived, is alive now or who has passed on. This work is copyright and no reproduction in any form, except for personal perusal, is permitted without the express permission of the author, her heirs or assigns.
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