I could fake it for a while in Chicago but that wasn't really me. Here ... in Fairmount ... and being around you ... well ... you're seeing the real m...." Well, I'm glad to hear that," she grinned. "I was getting used to the real you. I wouldn't want to think it was all an act," she said slyly.He was shaking his head in denial. "Not a chance. I couldn't pull it off. The people here ... the ones who I've got to know ... have a way of stripping things down to the essentials. Keeping it simple. You. The house was really large, not quite a mansion but certainly big enough to be close to it. The house itself was fairly secluded, the nearest other house almost half a mile away. According to Daddy, the woman’s husband had died a few years back, leaving her and their daughters quite well off from the insurance and investments. The woman who answered the door was a tiny thing, maybe a foot taller than I was and 100 lbs or so. She looked Japanese, or maybe Korean, with long, jet black hair. I was planning to tell her about my singing at theColiseum, I thought she would be proud. But all I got was, "Well I seeyou're already in girls clothes, so take those ones off and let's getstarted."I took off the blouse and slacks and stood there. "Oh, already inpanties as well, that's good, because this first dress is for a 14 yearold girl who has a bust line so you need a bra also." So saying shepicked up a white lacy bra and tied it round me, and put two pads in thecups. This was getting. ' She said conspiratorially.Sal came back in at that time and we automatically shifted a little further apart.I got back to the hotel a little later and a little more drunk than I had planned. Pepper was sitting on the balcony smoking a cigarette, I couldn't remember ever seeing her do it. I sat next to her and smiled.'You really are an asshole, you know.' she said softly.I had been expecting something like that. 'Look, you knew we would see my family when I was here, what's the problem?''It's.