I park the car and waddle up the sidewalk, already close to leaking. My bladder is full to burst, and I have to pee so badly that it kills. I unlock t...e door quickly and hurry inside before the neighbors can see me. They're just the type to call my parents and tattle on me. I'm not even sure I can make it up the stairs and to my private bathroom. With each step up the stairs, a little bit of pee escapes and makes a tiny spot on my underwear. I roll up my skirt back to my preferred length. How. I love 'em, but they distract me when you bend over."There was this horrible silence as I realized I had just said that out loud, instead of in my mind as I had pictured it.She stood back up slowly and turned around, smoothing her skirt down over her hips. I knew my mouth was open, and that my face had to be beet red. I was trying to think of something to say, but ... well, what would YOU do in that situation?I expected her to be pissed, but instead there was this look on her face like, "OK,. Girls' skin-tight jeans, peasant top, sandals. All done up I looked pretty and not at all like a guy. I was thrilled. We made out so hot; she loved it.One day she suggested we go to a movie. I was dressed similar to the first time. Nothing that would attract attention. No one noticed I was a guy. I felt so pretty. She called me Michele. We were like best girlfriends when she had me dressed up.Over the next few weeks, we played dress-up more and more. She thought I was very convincing as a girl.. “Hollywood is over-rated. Too hot most of the time. But when I have to be there, I stay with a friend. I do have a flat in London, but I only use it if I’m working there and finish too late to get back here. But this is my home. Always will be. I hope. My big-brained fiancé is doing his Ph.D. here and he hopes to get a teaching position here, so this is where we live. Besides, I love this town. It’s home.”I nodded. Westmouth wasn’t home to me. Not yet. But I could see how it could.