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He’s humbly agreed to be a bridesman for his friend’s wedding. But as he quickly discovers, prepping the bride-to-be might be easier if he embraces his feminine side.
Colin’s best friend from work, Gigi, is getting married soon, and she’s asked him to join her wedding party — an offer he is honored to accept. But there’s a bit of a problem. With his unmistakably male designation as bridesman, he’s finding it difficult to mesh with the bridesmaids and to assist the bride-to-be with any female-focused preparation. Fortunately, Colin has some wonderfully feminine qualities to him: long blonde hair, androgynous features, and an impressively petite figure. Qualities which, if he wants to make the most of his experience, he might want to lean into. Just as long he doesn’t find himself enjoying them too much…
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Preparations are underway as Donnie prepares to accompany his friend Mitch to
Hawaii as his girlfriend. Lots to learn and lots to buy, then the process of
getting comfortable pretending to be a real women out in the real world.
I kind of rushed right into this new series. I truly hope that you like this!
Classic Café Corner, Down Town L.A.:
Rose takes a sip of her coffee as she waits for Sasha Wolfhart to arrive. She was lucky that Mrs. Wolfhart agreed to come and talk with her. She understood why Mrs. Wolfhart suggested this particular coffee shop.
She had googled the place and saw that it had an outstanding review. She looks around and tries to locate Sasha. After a few minutes, she spotted an old silver color Chevy Stingray Corvette pull into a parking space. A smile appears on her face when she spots Sasha get out of the Corvette.
I had, I think, the best job in the world. Most people look at an airline pilot and think, “Overpaid layabout, sitting in an armchair surrounded by beautiful air hostesses while a computer takes the controls.”
I spent the rest of the drive watching the scenery flash by. The plains are pretty boring from a landscape point of view. This was a far cry from the beauty of the cabin and the mountains.
Frederick was 25 years old. He was married, and he and his wife, Wilhelmina, had a pair of twins named Bernard and Elizabeth. The reader should note that their last name was neither Flintstone nor Rubble, however. Frederick and Wilhelmina simply found it amusing that the shortened forms of their names were identical to those of a certain modern, stone age family. Thus, naming their kids after Fred and Wilma's best friends was a stroke of humor-related genius.
18 year old Theos is a mighty prince hoping to become the King of his Kingdom when a goddess and other events interrupt his entire life and he is required to make sacrifices he never expected.
Gaby Book 1 - The Anime Days Chapter *25* News Travels Fast
by Maddy Bell
Drew is just an ordinary thirteen year old. Well perhaps not that ordinary.
The girls challenge him to wear an anime costume to the Easter dance,
however they forgot to mention that he'd be going as a girl! Enter Gaby!
First it was his friends, then it's his family — everyone seems to want Gaby around except Drew.
And when perfect strangers think he's a girl, well the lad's got problems! Can he ‘kill' Gaby?
The shower took about ten minutes longer than it would have, and thirty minutes
longer than his normal showering routine, because he broke down halfway
through and huddled in the floor of the shower, unable to look at Dakota’s
body or touch it, turning the temperature and pressure up as high as he
could stand it as though it would wash off this soft feminine shell and
leave the real him.
The party was sprawling down the lawn towards the harbor, splashes of bright colors against blue skies, scudding white clouds and a crystal clear view of the Boston skyline. It reminded me of the dream I had taken across the threshold into morning. It had been years since I had seen that dreamscape, but there it was, whole and healed and perfect: me, making a graceful dive from a wooden pier into a deep, pristine lake, surrounded by snow-capped mountains, pine forests and the clearest air in the world. Wearing a lime-green one-piece and curves that were, finally, all my own.
I was in room two-eighteen when I first noticed the pain. The girls were sitting in their circle on wooden chairs, spaced about a foot apart. Kayleigh was complaining about some formal event that she’d been dragged to. The other girls were nodding in agreement amongst the discarded classroom filled with old crusty books, stacks of parchment, and the scent of old paper permeating the air. That was when I screamed; not a loud scream, more of a squeak maybe.
Doom Valley Prep School
Chapter 9
Things Are Looking Up
While the boys went to the opposite side of the cafeteria to get their food, I went with my friends to our usual counter and glared at the cat woman. “Let's try this. Give me anything you have.”
“I'm not a mind reader kid, give me something a bit more specific,” she replied.
“Oh for the love of!” I screamed. “Give me a piece of bread!”
CHAPTER 41
Our route wriggled and danced across the map, from Toulouse to Lastours, Carcassonne to Peyrepertuse, and then Beziers. Each held one or more castles, each held a story, and it was some time before I realised how much each place held for Alys. I had a hint of what was going on when we had passed Lastours, a spectacular chain of towers along a ridge, and continued uphill to a small hut with a tourist info place inside, where Alys had raved over some butterfly or other, as well as any number of short-toed eagles, lizards, plants, slime moulds, whatever.
According to the sun it was around the middle of the day when Oliver, as tired as he was, followed me into the center of town. I had set a blistering pace after the bandits had ambushed us, and Oliver, though he struggled, had managed to keep up with me. Oliver was covered in blood, not his blood, but blood from the bandits that had tried to ambush us. The boy's long brown hair was matted with sweat and his feet were blistered and bleeding.
Outside, I could see that Sammy was itching to look at the list.
“Not here, Sammy, when we speak to Inspector Mason and I have the proposal you’re offering, in writing. I’m still part of Jocks’ defense team, remember.”
We went to the police station where Mason was poring over a heap of paperwork.
Teenage identical twins Allie and Cissy started swapping places just for the fun of it when they were small. It worked better than you might think, considering that Allie is a boy named Alan. Cissy loves sports and Alan loves fashion and the still enjoy playing games and fooling the grown-ups.
But things have turned serious and it looks like someone is setting up a trap....
Yet more drama ensues as Cathy goes about her everyday life.
While she manages to avoid unwanted attentions at the university and narrowly escapes a dangerous driver, she is not so fortunate when it comes to an attacker who has a grudge against cyclists.
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Sarah "Angel" Miller was a teen racing sensation who had it all - friends, money, and a really fast car. There was just one problem. Legally Sarah Miller didn't exist, and she was one crash away from being found out.
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