Fifteen percent White and five percent who the fuck knew. Not that it mattered. It was what it was.Andres introduced Francesca to a group of girly inm...tes and said, “Fix her up by chow!”Frankie’s cell mates left.The femboys went to work dolling up their recent sorority sister. By the end of the process Francesca’s uniform had been modified into a tie-front midriff top, a pair of Daisy Dukes, and a headband to sissify his closely cropped wavy haircut. “Eres toda una chica ahora,” the amateur. We talked about family. We talked about my Father's business contacts and some of the things we could do to accommodate that many of them.She mentioned all the various pre-wedding events she thought would be appropriate.I considered eloping.What we did not talk about were my ideas for my fairy tale. I realized the reason was I hadn't thought about it.There is a process women follow to plan for the "most important day of my life." It starts in childhood, but does not reach the detail level until. She suggested that we watch a movie so she put in some romantic one and curled up next to me on the couch. I grabbed a blanket to put over us as my cock was growing and I didn't want her to see the bulge in my pants. About five minutes after that she said she was hot so she asked if we could take the blanket off, I told her I was cold but she could get out from under the blanket if she wanted to. When I told her that she said that she likes being curled up to me and if I didn't mind if she. "Tell me, Lucas, why are you and your friends trespassing in my woods?" We didn't know it was yours," I told him. "We just needed a place to camp for the night, then we would have been gone the next morning."The king sat back in his throne, his eyes regarding me. "Why is it that I don't believe you? I think that perhaps you and your friends heard about the treasure in the woods and decided to try and come and get it for yourselves." I don't know anything about that."The king gave a chuckle that.