Your Story Is Your Soul. Chapter 1
Your Story Is Your Soul
Looking in the mirror I applied just a tad more lipstick. I was more excited than I
was nervous and took another sip of bourbon. It was a far cry from that saptree
moonshine I grew up on back home. I savored the drink telling myself there was
nothing like a little southern comfort to begin the night.
“What planet did she come from?” The blonde dancer asked.
I returned my lipstick to my pocketbook saying, “Ladies, I’m a Southerner.”
“Yeah, from southern Mars,” the brunette dancer laughed.
“Bless your heart,” I told them.
“What does that mean?”
“It means,” I explained to them, “y’all need to put on your grown up trousers and
deal with it.”
“That sounds a little bitchy to me,” the redheaded dancer told me.
I ignored them as I stared at myself in the mirror. Puffing out my breasts I could
hear the fabric beginning to tear from the