"I took a deep breath and nodded. My mind was full of conflicting emotions: pride in my beautiful feminine looks, guilt at enjoying being dressed this...way, anxiety about showing myself to Rebecca's mom and dad, relief at being able to appear in the finals after all, fear of being recognised and humiliated.I have never felt more self-conscious than when I walked across the landing and down the stairs. I was so aware of what I was wearing, I couldn't relax. I took deep breaths but everything kept. "I said, "Okay Larry. I will see if I can talk to her. When does she gethere?"Larry said, "Tomorrow at ten at Kellogg Field."I said, "Scotty is really flying Nicole here. It must be his helicopterhe is using. He can do it with one refueling stop. Look, you pick upyour mom and grand parents. I will meet Nicole and her party. Then weall hit the Irish at noon."Larry said, "Thank you Bobbie. I already called Nestle's Funeral Home.Nicole can make any final arrangements."I said, "That was good Larry.. I finished of by rolling up the stockings, puttingon the shoes and the maids dress with matching garter and apron. Finallywith the wig on I teetered in front of the mirror on the ridiculously highheels feeling every bit the simpering sissy I looked. It was time to godownstairs.Taking a deep breath, I knocked on the door which released itself and I wasable to leave the room and make my way downstairs. I tottered down thestairs afraid of falling and of the fate that awaited me."mmmmmm oooo yes. ”“Hey I took care of him; he didn’t suffer living with me. You make me sound like an asshole,” I growl into the phone getting pissed.“Well you weren’t a friend, I wasn’t a friend,” Stephanie says before starting to choke up,” I hope he’s not dead.”“Stop with the drama Steph, he’s fine. Probably went back to Montana where his parents are from,” I tell her and she cuts me off fast.“He’s from Alaska, his parents were Norwegian. Friend? More like he was your stooge,” Stephanie snaps at me before.