Fifty Shades of Alice Through the Looking Glass (Second Book of the 50 Shades of Alice Trilogy)

Lily who spoke first. “You’re going to become a queen?”
    Alice blew out a big breath. “I’m… um… trying my best to open my mind so I can.”
    Then the three wildflowers, and the Queen as well, jumped up and down with an oddly out of place cheer that would have been more at home in a sex movie aimed at teenaged boys than an erotic fairy tale like this. And when the White Queen’s breasts had stopped bouncing, she handed Alice the package she carried.
    “A gift for you.”
    “Thank you.” Alice unwrapped the package, hoping it was a pair of thigh high boots to make her legs and bottom look marvelous. Instead, it was clothing.
    “Thank you,” Alice said.
    Alice wasn’t sure what kind of clothing, exactly, but Lily, Rose, and Daisy were already dressing her.
    “There,” Lily said. “All done.”
    Alice looked at her new outfit. The white blouse and short, plaid skirt made her feel as if she’d just stepped out of an adult Japanese anime, only her hair wasn’t blue. Her pumps were, though, and they almost glowed next to her crisp white ankle socks.
    Well, at least the outfit covered most of her bare bottom, and except for being very thin fabric, the blouse covered her nipples. That was better than she’d done in Wonderland.
    “Now you’d better go,” said the White Queen. “The Red Queen is bound to come out any minute to check what positions are being used, and I’d like to slip in a little fun before she does, if you know what I mean.” And with a wink, the White Queen walked back down the path and disappeared behind the hedge.
    Alice glanced this way and that, unsure what to do next. “So which way does one go to open her mind?” she asked the three.
    “You should go into the Sunny Bunny Fun Field of Happiness. I bet you could open your mind there.” Rose answered.
    “Where is that?”
    Lily extended one arm in a point. “Through the hedge, there’s a path. Go to a fork, and make sure you go left, not right.”
    “What’s right?”
    “Dreadful Famine Disease Povertyland.” Daisy supplied.
    “That does sound dreadful,” Alice said.
    Daisy shrugged. “Everyone has their kinks.”
    “Goodbye, Alice,” Lily said. “It’s been a lot of fun.”
    The women all shared a warm hug, and then Alice was once again on her way.

Chapter 3
Looking Glass Insects
    Feeling tingly all over, Alice walked through a grassy field so green it looked artificially dyed. The ground seemed to suck onto the heels of her blue pumps with every step, and her tight outfit, though flattering, wasn’t very warm. The gentle breeze kicked up under her plaid skirt and tickled Alice between her legs. She shivered, feeling her nipples harden under her white blouse, and she looked down and saw their stark outline through the thin fabric.
    “It was kind of the Queen to give me these clothes, but they are rather revealing,”
Alice thought.
    Unsure of where to go, Alice walked up a gentle slope and peered down into a valley filled with bright daisies, lush apple trees, and brightly colored birds singing playfully. She felt as if she’d stepped into a Disney cartoon.
    “I half-expect the animals to start talking,” she said to a fat bumble bee as it buzzed past her nose.
    “Fuck off,” said the bee.
    Alice pouted at the insult. “Why, I never!”
    “That’s not what I’ve heard, you little slut,” the bee said.
    Alice thought about swatting the unpleasant insect, but realized it might sting her. Or worse, call her more names. So instead she continued to walk into the valley of the Sunny Bunny Fun Field of Happiness, and eventually came upon a rugged-looking man sitting under a tree. He wore peasant’s clothing: a tan shirt, open at the chest, which appeared to be made of some rough material like burlap, and brown pants with a hole in the right knee, their cuffs tucking into black boots. Though the clothes appeared roughhewn, they were very clean, and the man looked comfortable in them. He had shoulder length black hair, in need of a comb, and a face in need of a shave. He was playing with a Rubik’s Cube, and had managed to complete both the red and the green sides.
    “Hello,” Alice said.
    The man glanced up at her, but rather than make eye-contact, he seemed to be focusing up her skirt.
    “That’s rather rude,” she said, placing a hand between her legs to hide from his stare.
    “What is?” he asked.
    “Staring at my private parts.”
    “If you didn’t want me to stare, why didn’t you