Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Choose to Be Me”!

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“Bent 4 U”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA (although it will be delayed a week by Simon’s well-earned vacation). But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “Choose to Be Me” (MC FF)!

Stung by rejection, high school senior Betty decides to accept the mysterious Francesca’s offer for a makeover. But it turns out that Francesca’s idea of a makeover is a bit more… comprehensive than most. Here’s a taste:

“I, um, I’m Betty–” She didn’t get the chance to say anything more. The look of stern disapproval on Francesca’s face sent her voice into hiding. Francesca hooked her arm around Betty’s, steering her into a walk that headed away from Betty’s house and in the direction of downtown. Betty noticed the delicate scent of perfume as Francesca pulled her close, a whiff of sandalwood and violet that gave the other woman a literal sophisticated air. But she was more focused on Francesca’s expression than her aroma.

“‘Betty’?” Francesca’s voice was filled with sweet scorn. “My darling girl, no wonder the boys can make you cry, if you tell them that you are as common as the stones around their feet! Your name should whisper the quiet delights of your beauty, the secret hints of impossible majesty in your soul. You should be an Elisa, or…no, a Lisette. Say it for me, dear, and feel how much more sensual, how much more attractive you feel about yourself.”

Betty squeaked out, “I’m–” She coughed, then tried again. “I’m, um, Lisette.” She didn’t feel more beautiful. She felt the name squirming away from her in embarrassment at being associated with a dumpy, dowdy girl who looked half her age and cried in public. “I…I don’t think it’s working, sorry.”

“Of course not, Lisette,” Francesca said, walking Betty briskly through the busy streets and crowded sidewalks of the downtown area, taking lefts and rights with such dizzying rapidity that Betty wasn’t entirely sure she could find her way home on her own anymore. “A name is nothing but a word. If you are to become a heartbreaker, my darling girl, you will need more help from your Francesca than that.”

Hope you enjoy it!

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