Just Be Yourself

By Claude Ferguson

Nadia's not exactly the walking wet dream you'd find stalking the pages of a tawdry novella. She's too tall, too gangly, and too snarky to be what she things men want. She has recently been stuck in a pretty rough dry spell. She begins to suffer a crisis of confidence.

Luckily, a local fairy has a cure for what's ailing her: a total body transformation! Unfortunately, it came with the catch that her new hot form is super sensitive and achingly horny. Can Nadia make it through the night without boning everyone in sight? Can she find a night of fun without growing emotionally attached? Will she learn to love herself in the process? We can only hope.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Claude Ferguson
• Release date: Apr 13, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370209392

Claude Ferguson

Claude Ferguson manifested from the luminiferous aether on one fateful day in August, 1862. Part man, part oppressive bourgeois concept, he wanders the streets of New Smutville with a song in his heart, and a suspicious bulge in his pants. The bulge is his wallet.

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Just Be Yourself

By Claude Ferguson

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Copyright 2017 Claude Ferguson

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Chapter 1

Another day, another shitty paycheck.

Nadia shouldered open the door to her modest one bedroom apartment, trying to hold the three full bags of groceries before the bottoms of the cheap recycled plastic gave out. She managed to get them onto her kitchen counter just in time. She sighed.

She caught her reflection in the mirror on the closet next to the door. Cloudy grey eyes staring out from behind matted brown, unkempt hair. She brushed it out of the way, blinking away a strand that had caught itself in her eyelashes. She'd never really filled in, the way her friends had in high school. She had small breasts, barely-handfuls hiding under her loose fitting store uniform. She was skinny, almost waifish with a voracious metabolism. And at 6'1, she towered over a lot of her peers. Which sucked, sometimes. It was awesome when it came to grabbing stuff from a high shelf, but a lot of guys didn't like women as tall or taller than them. Her figure didn't leave her much desire to stick with feminine clothing, so she usually went unisex on her days off. She owned a single pair of heels, but they'd been broken when she tried to stomp a mouse to death on a rather inauspicious date attempt. They sat in a bag next to her winter boots in the back of the closet.

Another Friday night of penitent solitude. she added, putting away the assorted vegetables and tins from her run to the store after work. She worked a soul-crushing department store job, and the forced cheerfulness mandated by management was beginning to get intolerable. How was she supposed to know that journalism would be