Hers, lost and now found through my words. Mine uncovered, like curtains being drawn back and revealing what was always there but hidden. Sweet and ge...tle discovery! Sudden and intense rediscovery! We have our secret, safe place. Outside of it, we go through our lives. Never to meet, never to look into each others eyes. It need not be. We have already looked into each others souls, and found kindred spirits… understanding… intimacy. Lovers in words. To meet would shatter the connection, destroy. I love the way I feel when I'm dressed as a girl. It makes me feel really special and really pretty ... and I want to feel that way all the time! But it's not just the clothes! It's about being a female. A girl's life is definitely more interesting and more exciting. There are times, when I think of what I'm missing out on by not being a girl, I get so depressed, I lie in bed and cry myself to sleep. I don't want to miss out on any more of the wonderful joys that young girls get to. She had shaved the personal area between her legs and the skin was as hairless a baby's bottom.She added a little glitter to her breasts before she donned the sheerest of red bras. She put on red crotchless panties and thigh-high stockings. Next was a white silk blouse so delicate that her red bra could be seen in excruciating detail through the fabric. Then she pulled on a skin-tight black knit skirt that left nothing to the imagination. A pair of sexy red strappies with four-inch chrome heels. Feeling my cheeks turning red I said nothing. As we sat down in my living room and were starting a conversation, I noticed the same guy who had been at her house the previous day walking up onto the porch and knocked on the door. Looking over at Paige, who couldnt be seen through the door from where she was sitting, I got her attention and said to her "Your ex is here." A sudden smile coming over her face, she grabbed my hand and walked to the door and opened it. "What the fuck are you doing.