Wednesday, February 22, 2017
Welcome to the Real World #3: Road Trip
Welcome to the Real World #3 is in pre-order and scheduled to be released February 26th. I apologize for the slow pace, but in my defense, it's such a challenge to write. The difficulty comes from writing about real people I knew when they were 18 or 20 and writing about them now as 30-somethings.
In this story, Kylie comes face to face with Sheila. If you've read The Boys of Alpha Theta Nu, Calendar Girl, or French Exchange you've read about her. In real life, Sheila became a college professor and I decided there was no better place for her to teach at then DuPont College. On the way to meeting her, Kylie faces more humiliating hi-jinx from Claire and Beth. I think it's one of my better stories. It's full of sexy feminization and humiliation of course, but it's also got sentimentality and romance. This is one ride, I'm sure you'll like.
"You can't very well stay in there forever, it’s the only facility this place has and there are people out here who need to use it. In fact there are a couple of bikers who’ve just walked in, that I can almost guarantee I could talk into chasing you out of there. Now, you can either do the nice thing for your wife to be and let her believe she trapped you or I will get these guys to drag you out. What do you wanna do? It’s your choice!"
"Come on Claire, this so isn't fair," I complained.
"Fair has nothing to do with it. Life’s not fair, didn’t your mother ever tell you that?" she replied glibly.
"But I don't want to go out there en femme. Everybody saw me come in here."
"True but then everybody can also hear this conversation," she giggled and there was a muted cheer from the background.
"Beth is about two seconds from the door. What's it going to be?"
"Oh fine. Give me whatever she has for me" I sighed defeated and pulled off my socks and underwear and handed then over. The door closed again and I couldn't hear anything for the next few minutes, but I had no doubt there was some conspiratorial whispering going on just outside between the two of them. Then Beth called out,
"Honey, I have some clothes for you. Be good and put them on quickly now."
"Great." I mumbled passing my empty hand around the door. It wasn't as bad as I thought, but it wasn’t good either, she handed me one of the small carryon bags that I’d seen Claire take to the car. Inside was a red pleated miniskirt, a pair of red pumps, a black lace bra and panties, sheer pantyhose, a cut off black t-shirt with the word Sassy across the chest in a cheeky pink script and a small makeup kit. I thought I’d give it one last try,
"Beth honey, this must be the wrong bag, these aren't my clothes."
"Yes they are darling, or at least they are now!" she chortled and I could hear the entire restaurant laughing at that comment.
"Come on Beth, I'm not a girl."
"That may well be the case, but like it or not you will be looking like one when you walk out that door, so hurry up and get dressed, darling." she ordered.