So You Think You Can Prance?

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So You Think You Can Prance?
(c) 2017
Haylee V

Prologue

"Yeah, Doing pageants is, like, soooo frickin' hard. I mean, come on, Cyndi. Really? All you have to be is blonde, busty, and a bimbo. Try actually working for a living, and then tell me how tough you have it."

As usual, Mark was being his annoying, chauvanistic self. Cyndi had heard his rhetoric so many times by now that she tuned him out after the first word. She was pissed, having just broken a nail. She had spent all day, and $75 of (what she thought, at least) her hard-earned savings to get a manicure from Madame Zhagreb, the poshest salon in Crowne Royale.

"You think it's so damn easy, huh? Well, why don't you enter one, then? There's one coming up in Nimrod in a month. With training, I think you could be ready for it. Or do you have the guts to go with your mouth?"

Cyndi knew she has gone too far when she issued the challenge, but she was fed up with her older brother's incessant badmouthing. It was time he either put up or shut up.

"I'd love to show all those empty-headed hens you call friends how to really do a pageant, Sis," he snarked,"But you know that Dad's firm is gearing up for a major shutdown at the paper plant, and he's going to need all the help he can get. I must admit, though, a month of doing nothing but sitting on my ass primping does sound inviting."

"I knew you'd back out. As if bookkeeping is so hard. Add this column, subtract that column, carry the two...," Cyndi shot back.

"Think you can handle it, huh? You'd fall on your pretty princess ass in less than a day."

"Wanna bet?"

"You're on! What are the stakes?"

"I'll learn how to keep Dad's books, and you learn the finer arts of femdom. We each have a month. Then, I'll work for Dad and you do the pageant. Person who performs best wins. Anything they want."

"Fine. When I win, you give up pageantry. For good."

"For good?" Cyndi swallowed hard. "That's a steep price to pay, Bro."

"That's my offer. Take it or leave it."

"Whatever. And when I win, you enroll in, and graduate from, Swathmore Academy."

"Swathmore?" Mark squeaked. "I'm not a girl, Sis, and it's not co-ed. How would I enroll, dumbass, not to mention actually attend classes for three years?"

"That's your problem, Bro, now isn't it? You want me to risk giving up my dream, it's going to cost you. Dearly."

"Ouch. But never having to see you primp and pose again will be worth it, I guess. Looks like we have ourselves a bet."

Shaking hands, they sealed the deal. Little did either know just how much their lives would change in the next thirty days...

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This will be good

Great start, but I hope future chapters are a lot larger than 500 words.

Karen

Don't worry

Haylee V's picture

This is just the prologue, and as such, was meant to provide just a small taste of the story. I'm in the process of writing the first three chapters now, which are averaging approximately 3300-4000 words (I have about 6000 words written, and an about a third of the way through chapter two. Once finished, they will go to my editor, and should be posted (1 at a time) about a week apart. I expect to have chapter one up by Sept. 1, if my health continues to improve.

*Kisses Always*
Haylee V

Sounds like fun, but,

Haylee, it's Christmas. You promised us in August the chapters were almost ready. Wouldn't a chapter be a great gift for the New Year ?

Hugs, Karen

Nice Start

Just wondering what kind of pageant we have here? Prancing? Is this a pony show or a beauty pageant?

You always seem to have something up your pretty sleeve.

Santacruzman

Thanks

Haylee V's picture

but it's just a pageant show. Nothing more... I think???

*Kisses Always*
Haylee V

I'm amazed that their father

I'm amazed that their father and mother, if they have both; hasn't put the brother in his place yet. That is unless dear old dad is simply like his son.

I simply adore that he's an

I simply adore that he's an OLDER brother! So many would have started him as the younger.. but maybe his frame and features are particularly well suited to the challenge!

No.....But

joannebarbarella's picture

I do a pretty good flounce.

Unless those pageants are

Brooke Erickson's picture

Unless those pageants are *really* strange I don't think "femdom" is the word you want to use (it's a common abbreviation for "female domination")

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