Eddie owned the house with his older brother. They had inherited it from his grandfather and it was a lot bigger and nicer than your average college r...ntal. I was thankful every day that Eddie had asked us to move in a year ago, after his brother graduated. Even though I knew most of the guys on the team, I really wanted to go home. I had homework to do and a mystery man to contemplate.“What is with you? You’ve been kind of a bitch all day.” Eddie nudged my knee with his playfully and wiggled. ' Figuring thatpeople often refer to girls with short hair as having their hair "cutshort like a boy." But that meant having to make an appointment; unlesshe found a no appointment barber. Traditionally barbers only cut men'shair, which Brett was in reality, but some barbers take their businesstoo literally and will not cut women's hair, which he may be mistaken forif he entered wearing a skirt. Erin hadn't actually said what wouldhappen if women saw him wearing the skirt, but there was no way. Taking off my coat I went into the living room and poured myself a drink, sipping from my glass I picked up my copy of the play 'Confessions' and started to flip through it. My son had described the play as raunchy, the little bits and pieces I read sounded more like pornographic to me and I was not surprised that the headmaster had put his foot down, but it certainly seemed interesting. Angus came into the living room with his copy of the play and grinned at me."Want to start?" he asked as I. With my new naturally feminine curves, fiery hair, and mypracticed high and proper 'sultry' voice, I found that men couldn't keepoff me. Though I always had a certain fondness for them myself, I nevertruly understood it until I had transformed into Lexi: men everywhereclearly have a thing for redheaded bimbos.Ally and I would usually spend our time at the mall getting manicures,pedicures, or trying new hairstyles at the salon, all while gossipingabout boys. James made it obvious that he wanted.