Her vision cleared, and she recognized Cutie's bathroom. The shower was running in her best friend's bathroom, and somehow, Janelle was there. Another...sound came to her: Cutie crying. If her friend was crying, Janelle, even dead, wanted to help and comfort her. She moved toward the shower, and passed through the translucent wall!It was the wall thing which startled Janelle. She had been in Cutie's bathroom dozens of times, and seeing her friend naked was no big deal -- they saw each other naked. Not today though. I had taken too many steps towards trading in myformer gender completely and my mind wasn't budging on the issue."Please Nicole," I put on best begging little sister voice and face, "Idon't want to shave my legs." "OK, fine! Wear some stupid shorts, be unfashionable, see what I care.I'm still going to buy you something cute to wear if you change yourmind. And when you do, I can wax your legs at home."I didn't like Nicole use of the word 'when' - I thought 'if' would havebeen. “I'm John,” I said, as she stuffed the towel into my shirt pocket along with the pen. She dried herself with some paper towels and quickly dressed as I pulled my pants up. She unlocked the door, sticking her head out for a second, then took my hand and led me back into the store. We strolled toward the entrance, making small talk. Out in the mall concourse, she stood on tiptoe to give me a quick kiss and walked away.Peter was still sitting where I'd left him. A quick glance at my watch. I even know what she did to cause it. But I’m not certain why she caused it. If I can figure that one out, I might try for a repeat, even if it means missing another ball game.’ They both laughed as she swung the blanket at him in mock rage. On her second swing, Tyler grabbed the blanket and tossed it over his shoulder. ‘You’ll be kind enough to treat this hallowed cloth with some respect lady. It holds fond memories for me.’ He put an arm around her waist and they began walking together. But.