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Now, not only do I have a bride’s maid’s dress, but a corset. I thought it was all over when the dress maker found out that Becka was really a boy. But, in the end she was willing to fit me with the dress, as long as I could get four inches off my waist. That’s where the corset came in. But, that was a little unsettling too, when the lady at the corset shop told me that I should get breast implants. What next? Oh yeah. A leg waxing. And, of course my dad was getting promoted in the middle of all of this.

It was the most marvelous dream. It was like a Disney film. I was in the arms of a handsome prince being rescued from whatever spell I had been put under by the evil queen. I let out a happy little moan and sighed contentedly. I had the desire to open my eyes, tinged with the reluctance that it would mark the end of the dream and I would find myself back in my bed. I reluctantly cracked them open, squinting into the eyes of my handsome prince. Thank God, the dream wasn't over yet. I shivered with anticipation at what would come next.

“Are you alright ma'am?”

My ears are pierced. I now own more girls’ clothes. And, have a supply of makeup that will last me a year. Then Becka met her father and Sara’s father. It was scarey to start with. But, I was surprised that they accepted me, and why I was doing it. What more can happen?

Rock decides to check on Revy, Shenhua, and Sawyer's hunt for Bob, Ed, and Bob. And Rock will have some surprises during the journey.

This is The Hong Kong Beat, in more ways than one.

The Visit – Chapter 4
By
JulieDCole

A Whateley Academy Adventure

Kayda 2: Trials of a Warrior

Chapter 5 - Thanagila

by ElrodW

(with contribution from Bek)

Saturday, March 24, 2007
Whateley Academy

We’ve found out that I’m a cross-dresser, and that both of our mothers understand it and instead of trying to stop it, are supporting me. Also, we’ve found out some interesting things about Sara and me. Anyway, on with my story . . .

Amber had her jeans on just so, while the green top’s scoop neck showed just enough to let the imagination fill in the rest.

She was off with Kurt, he had excitedly told her about tickets he had gotten to a local acoustic set played by local artists. The town center was lined with local businesses. Taking a lap to sample wares, Kurt and Amber split a huge Shawarma and laughed at the unusual sights.

“So, how’d you get the tickets?” Amber asked.

“I…umm…” Kurt looked down. “I used to sell to them.”