The Chance To Be A Girl

By Amber Vixen

I thought my life ended the day I got caught wearing my wife’s clothes and confessed my kinks. She cleaned out the accounts and left me for her young fitness trainer and I lost my job shortly before. What was there to live for? But that was before the talking white rabbit and the little paper wrapped box - before the choice that changed my life - before I got The Chance To Be A Girl.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cindy Larie
• Release date: Feb 19, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370717002

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The Chance To

Be A Girl

By Amber Vixen

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CHAPTER ONE

Was it merely a week ago that I sat here on the roof of the Hotel Montego, the tallest building in Shreveport, contemplating ending my life? It’s amazing how much can change in seven days. Last week, I was a loser, a reject…my wife of twenty years had left me for her trainer, after catching me wearing her panties and robe. Unable to accept that I enjoyed wearing women’s clothing and was bi-curious at my age—or possibly seizing on it as a convenient excuse—she gleefully informed me that my son, Richard jr, was actually my brother’s child, and boasted that she’d emptied the checking account, savings account and the rainy day stash I hid in my closet, leaving me penniless other than my retirement account—which I can’t touch for several years.

This was right on the heels of discovering I’d lost my job, turned loose a mere month from full pension, in favor of the owner’s mistress’s drug addicted son who would work for minimum wage. Becoming a red stain on the roof of the trainer’s