Noell runs the Cozy Cottage Bed and Breakfast in sleepy Garland, Ohio. When a business man named Blake who is totally devoid of Christmas spirit, is caught by her uncle the sheriff with unpaid tickets, he's let with no choice but to ask Noell to put the reckless driver up until he can see a judge after the holidays. Unfortunately, with the jail cells in the sheriff's office currently storing the toys for the toy drive, she feels obligated to oblige him. Will Blake's attitude bring a holiday nightmare to Noell's bed and breakfast or will a lot of Christmas magic and a little forced feminization create a beautiful romance.
SNEAK PREVIEW "Come on, it's all part of our security system," I reminded him as I picked up a bottle of nail polish. The color was a deep, rich red, which would surely stand out against his pale skin."Fine, but I better not see any photos of this on social media," he warned, glaring at both of us. I grinned and shook my head, assuring him that his secret would remain safe.As Sarah expertly positioned the wig on Blake's head, I focused on painting his fingernails. With each stroke, the glossy crimson seemed to taunt him, a constant reminder of the absurdity of his predicament. I could tell he was struggling to maintain his composure, though it was hard not to find amusement in his frustration."Okay, hold still," Sarah instructed, adjusting the wig until it framed his face just right. The transformation was remarkable; gone were the sharp features that defined his masculinity, replaced by an alluring, almost ethereal beauty. It was unnerving, really, how convincing the disguise had become."Time for your grand debut," I announced as I retrieved a green dress from one of the shopping bags. The fabric was soft and flowing, with delicate lace accents that would complement his new look perfectly. His shoulders tensed as I handed it to him, but he begrudgingly stepped into the dress and allowed me to zip it up."Wait, are those locks?" Blake asked incredulously, eyeing the black strappy sandals I held in my hands. The heels were a modest height, but it was the tiny padlocks adorning the ankle straps that had caught his attention."Can't have you kicking off your shoes and making a run for it, now can we?" I replied with a smirk. The corners of Sarah's mouth twitched in amusement as she handed me the key to the locks. "My friend Ann at the shoe store had this brilliant idea and my parents had plenty of locks at their shop. You're getting one on your belt too. It should be quite effective.""Unbelievable," Blake muttered under his breath as I fastened the sandals around his ankles, the locks clicking into place with a sense of finality. He wobbled slightly, unaccustomed to the unfamiliar footwear, but he couldn't deny that they would make escape nearly impossible.
