S(he) Can Sing: Showtime

By Jasinda Geller

"So, now what, Jarrod? I have some rules of my own you know and rule #1 is no kissing. And just where did this blanket come from? OMG, did you remove your jeans already, Babe?"

"Oh, so I'm "Babe" now huh? That's progress. How are we supposed to finish the date if we don't start losing clothes? I think it's your turn now, so drop the skirt and crawl on top of my lap please. It's a perfect position for making out and poking around in some places."

Find out how the date ends in the full eBook.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jasinda Geller
• Release date: Jan 7, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005008147

Jasinda Geller

I am a middle aged woman who loves reading and writing erotica. Erotica just gives me a sense of liberation like nothing else. I hope you enjoy my writing. Do leave reviews after reading my writings. Thank you in advance

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S(he) Can Sing: Showtime

By Jasinda Geller

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to any actual person, living or dead, events or locales is entire coincidental

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All characters depicted in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old or above. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Contents

Chapter 1: Karaoke Night

Chapter 2: Pool Party

Chapter 3: Sunday Night

Chapter 4: Pizza Dinner

Chapter 5: Going Shopping

Chapter 6: Milkshake Date

Chapter 7: Candi’s Corner

Chapter 8: New Job

Chapter 1: Karaoke Night

Exactly where am I you ask? Well, I'm in a good place and a weird place. My good place is my job as a day trader and my weird place is my growing need to dress in fem. Where did my weird place come from? Singing I suppose. My ability to sing led me down the path of cross dressing as a part of my stage act.

Singing has been something I have been doing most of my life. I refer to it as an ability more than a talent. As each year passed, I went from singing along to the radio or TV to talents shows, school plays and summer festivals. You want a Glen Campbell tune? No problem. Care to hear some Guns & Roses? Give me a minute and a microphone. Ask me to carry a long note like Whitney Houston? LOL, no way, my lungs are too small for that. Having a party with the lights turned down low? Cool, Amy Winehouse it is.

And no, I'm not looking for a record label deal. I promise that you will never download my music because there is nothing to download. Besides, my real talent is in day trading. I had the opportunity to follow that dream by using my college funds wisely. Well, maybe not wisely, but it worked out for me.

Getting into trading was easy because I come from a family of investors. My interest was boosted in my final year of high school when the school system sponsored a 2-day future career event. It was called YOU ARE ABOUT TO GRADUATE FROM HIGH SCHOOL AND YOU THINK YOU HAVE A CLUE ABOUT YOUR FUTURE, BUT YOU REALLY DON'T SO YOU BETTER ATTEND THIS SEMINAR AND FIGURE THINGS OUT BEFORE YOUR COLLEGE FUNDS END UP AS BEER PONG PISS. It turned out to be a valuable event and it was my path to financial security.

I'm not going to carry on about the mentors that the event made available to us, but one example was Henry, a middle-aged investor. He had me write the phrases buy low, sell high and diversify on a piece of paper, look at them and then wad it up and throw it away. LOL, he explained the difference between TV commercial catch phrases and the real secrets of making the most out of your initial investments.

I spent the next three years perfecting my skills and making some profits. And thanks to Laura, my final mentor, I knew where to put my profits to keep the IRS off my heels. Who knew that at 21 I would have 401K's, Trust Funds, other tax shelters and Shell companies in my portfolio? Not me, but there they are.

Am I rolling in it? No, not yet anyways, but I am making a living and my commute to work is 17 steps to the back bedroom.

That all sounds like fairly good news and it is. However, the bad news is that I only have like two friends, Cody and Carl. Well, four if I count their girlfriend's Luci and Cindi. Don't get me wrong, I know people, but I don't socialize much with them. My friends are aware of my situation so, they took me out to celebrate my 22nd birthday at a local tavern. Hah, the highly questionable Kelli's Closet.

That sounded well enough until we were finished with our meals and started in on the Raspberry Vodka. Again, that wasn't so bad until Luci and Cindi excused themselves from the table for a few minutes. No big deal, right? Girls powder their noses all the time.

Well, not so fast folks. The girls returned to the table and convinced Cody and Carl to play a game of pool. That's when Luci announced that she signed me up for the next Karaoke tournament right here inside of Kelli's Closet tavern. Not so bad. I should be able to hold my own for a week or two. That's when Cindi announced that they signed me up as Angela Jaye. Whoa, where did that come from? And who the hell is Angela Jaye?

They both went on to explain that they knew I would feel better if I performed as an unknown artist. Yeah, right. I asked them what was really going on and they responded, basically in harmony, that they know what goes on at the Letterman's pool parties.

Look Angela, guys aren't the only ones who use dark sun glasses to secretly watch what's going on. Cindi and I have laid out by the pool many times and seen you taking some of the guys behind the changing shed.

Whoa, I never took anybody anywhere, so let's get the record straight. Besides, it was just boys being boys, you know, horseplay.

BS, horseplay is a rough game of Tag. Groping is groping. Now be truthful. We know you were bullied into going with them, but you seemed to fight back less as the summer went on. And I remind you to be truthful because Conner let it slip one night how much fun he had feeling you up.

Fine, so the smallest kid in town was bullied. That is not breaking news, you know. Besides, it's Conner you should be talking to. He's the freak. He's the one who asked me to wear a G-String under my swimming trunks because no one but him would know. He made promises of secrecy.

Hmmm, and did you wear one? Anyways, now we're getting somewhere. So, let's see, two summers ago at the 4th of July party, Conner slipped me $40. $20 for a few thongs and $20 to keep my mouth shut. So, do you remember the little package of three thongs? Red, Black and Purple? Did you carefully open the package or did you rip it open with your teeth?

Ugh, fine, yes, I received them and yes, I wore them under my bathing suit a few times. Are you happy now?

Relax Angela, we're not here to expose you or judge you. We just know that you're a pretty good singer and we want a summer project. And you're it.

OMG, so now what?

We will finalize our plans later when we have more time. For now, we will keep Cody and Carl out of this as long as we can, but you only have a few days to practice your fem singing voice. Cindi and I will take care of your attire.

I can sing in any pitch I want at any time. So, how will you take care of my stage outfit?

"LOL, that's easy silly. You're going to get us a pre-paid credit card and we'll take it from there. And don't get cheap with the funds. You can drop