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Sex Change for the Billionaire

By Pen Penguin

Copyright 2012 Pen Penguin

Smashwords Edition


This is it. My big break. Either I make this work, or I break it and end up out on the streets. I can't let that happen. I wouldn't last out there. I've got to make sure this goes okay. No, not just okay. Perfect.

What was I so stressed out about? Only this once-in-a-lifetime chance of safely securing my future. I'm a dancer. Been one for many years, through my prime, and long after. I remember when I was once a starry-eyed youth, thinking I'd make it to the big times. While that never really happened, it was still always easy to find work. But now, I'm not landing as many gigs as I used to. They're all going to girls younger than me. Skinnier than me. Prettier than me.

I was getting close to the end of my career life, and I knew it. That's when my agent found this job for me. Speaking of my agent, for a while, I was just about ready to strangle him for all the great work he wasn't getting me. But when he phoned me up last night, telling me about what he had found, well let's just say I may be ready to forgive him.

It all hinges on how well I do tonight. If this pays off, I'll never have to worry about having to hunt for work again. Work will practically come find me. But the reverse is true as well. If I screw this up, I might as well hang up my coat, because there was no way I'd ever get another chance. It was the highest stakes game. One played with my future on the line.

"Miss Stella?"


I jumped up at the sound of my own name. I was seated in a reception room on the penthouse floor. The receptionist looked bemused at my jittery response, then said,

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