Last Time

Mom is altering the deal. Pray she doesn't alter it any further! 

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Trevor’s grandmother really hated men. So much so that she swore she’d cut her daughter, Diana, out of her inheritance if she ever had a boy. So when Dianna gave birth to Trevor, she pretended he was a girl when her mother came to visit each summer. When Trevor was old enough to understand what she was doing, Diana promised him half the inheritance up front if he just played along for as long as granny was alive. This was a big deal—close to a million dollars—so he agreed.

And now, after eighteen years of pretending to be a girl for a weekend in June, that the plan was finally coming to an end. Grandma’s health was failing, and she wasn’t going to be around for a visit next year.

But that wasn’t the whole story.

Trevor had no idea that his grandmother was planning to spend the end of her life with her daughter. Trevor couldn’t keep up the act for months, nor would he want to, and so Diana had planned accordingly. If her scheme worked, Trevor wouldn’t need to act at all.

Diana had directed Trevor to drive separately to the restaurant—only his car wouldn’t start. Then, thugs would break into his vehicle and “escort” him to a facility where the traits endangering Diana’s inheritance would be removed. The entire situation would be made to look like an awful accident, and “Traci” would be sent back to her soon-to-be-wealthy mother. And of course Diana would let her new daughter keep her half of the money, as promised.

“I’m ready to go, mom,” Trevor giddily yelled from the living room.

Diana walked in and gasped. “For God’s sake, Traci, cover your chest.”

Trevor laughed. “Sorry, it’s just these breast forms are so realistic. God, I’m so happy this will be the last time I ever have to dress up for that old bat.”

Diana only smiled. For Trevor, it would be the “last time” in more ways than he could imagine...