Even though I felt humiliated having to even look like a girl in the first place. But I didn't have any other kind of clothes. All you'd given me was ...hat kind. Not even a pair of pants.Then you sent me to that new school, insisting that I'd make friends and be on the cheerleading squad in no time. I didn't want either though. I just wanted my old life...my old friends. The ones I couldn't see anymore. The ones you told I was dead. And when I ran into my best friend Bobby... he just tried to. "Mind if I tag along?" "Feel free," I said as she linked her arm into mine which was tucked into my pocket. Again I went out into the cold and noticed she had only a thin jacket on and was starting to shiver a little. "Here," I handed her my scarf. She wouldn't take it, complaining I would get cold, so I wrapped it round her neck a few times, using up the length and explaining that is how it is warmest. She smiled and kissed my cheek. I stood for a millisecond, flesh burning where her lips had. It had become wet in spots and clung to her like a second skin and I was able to determine that she was wearing a white bra underneath. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, allowing more of her pretty face to be seen.Despite having just turned sixteen, girls were still a pretty much a mystery to me. Now, my good looks and polite manner made me popular with my female classmates and I hung around with a number of them, and was even rewarded with a few brief kisses when parting. Just call the cops and let them sort things out. Tell them that you were driving along, recognized me and noticed that I was in trouble. I’ll back up your story. It’ll be cool.?Craig gathered her clothes together and carried them outside and deposited them in the trunk of her car. In for a penny, in for a pound. That was the ancient wisdom. He was staying until the end, no matter how bitter.When he came back, Leslie was pulling a dress from the suitcase. It was a hot pink sleeveless double knit.