For the past few weeks Dottie has been teasing me.

I'm NOT a girlie girl!

Just because I like pink and have two tops in pink does not make me a girlie girl.

In case people are wondering I've been working hard for the past bit everyday almost all day. I don't even have the energy to THINK of writing anything let alone actually write anything.

I looked at my account and its past 12k kudos. I can only thank those who have been nice enough to read my stories and say that they like them.

I'm so overwhelmed by the responses from people.

I'd like to give a big thanks to:

Ole The first to donate

A big huggle thanks to Sephrena for her timely help.

Okay! ^^ wooO! Tels balance is now covered! :)

Thank you for helping one of our own! ^^

Sephrena

Yes! I can play my computer game without miss nosey bothering me.

Snicker.. loading loading loading... critical error! What the... wait what is this message...

What?

No way! You have done this to me before no more chapters on Ashley!

"Stupid skirt!" Beth was mad.

The trip to the professors office had been a waste of time.

I was reading yet another petticoat punishment story when my muse wanted to know what happens afterwards. This is my attempt to answer that.

Beth's afternoon classes were hectic. Her lab partner in her basic chem class was a bore. Ty was a nerdy know it all that liked to speak to her as if she was a product of a by gone era.

Melissa and Pete were still arguing vehemently as they got out of the FD after parking at the Smitty's restaurant.

From the time I was very little I had always been pretty. Not cute, pretty. My mother dressed me in girls clothing and I was even prettier. Being pretty was my focus as a young child.

Beth pulled the old Diplomat into it's normal parking spot. She reached forward and turned off the chrome ignition.

I sit here trying to find a way to put my life back together.

Some people may have been wondering why I haven't been posting.

I have been working on something, yes I know "she has yet another story going.."

I have not exactly stopped writing on Trip home, Belle, or any of my other stories.

I got uhm sidetracked into a "short story"

4 chapters so far and still going....

Caution: The following story from my muse is bent in a really bad way. Just never and I repeat never wonder what would happen IF..

The time is 12:40am December 21st.

Melissa started to hyperventilate. The thought that some guy was attracted to her was causing her to seriously panic. This was supposed to be a gag thing. Safe Petra said.

Beth was once again staring at the 50's outfit in the window of Rosy's after exiting the restaurant. She didn't know why but she found the outfit calling to a part of her somehow.

The muse hit me with this just as I woke up.

Beth was staring out the side window of her parents Ford Focus as they drove up to the house she grew up in. In the driveway with a puddle under it sat her grandfathers old Dodge pickup.

Beth had not seen her family in some time. Last year at Thanksgiving she had been so busy with studying for her exams that she couldn't get away.

The little girl was in her room and scared. She looked at the door to her room from her bed. She knew she should just get up and open it but she couldn't. It was far to frightening.