I want to kiss you, hold you in my arms, and tell you how much I love you," I said."Maybe you can," she told me.I was skeptical, and had to ask."What ...do you mean, you are a ghost," I replied.Then she stepped forward, and became solid. The light never went away, and I couldn't resist, but to try kissing her again. Let's just say that time, I was successful. We made out for about ten minutes straight, and wrapped my arms around her."I've waited so long for that," I said."Me too," she replied.Then. Tomorrow is your 18th birthday, or, well, tonight at midnight.Looking down, you realize it hasn't been long since you left Frank's graduation party - if it could be called a party, that is. It was fun at first, but after breaking up with you publicly, almost every guy at the party started haranguing you for attention. Yeah, the saucy little minx reputation you cultivated didn't help either. So what if you felt the compulsion to hit on almost every guy in a room and lead them on? Playing hard to. ? I thought to myself. Wait! Do I even want to do this?? Be a toilet for hundreds of women? I could easily die. Nah! They won't let that happen. God!!! It could be really horrible, couldn't it? The thought of it makes me want to gag. On the other hand.....the thought of it gives me an enormous hard on. There I go again, being guided by my dick. That has never turned out well. What the hell, why not? I'll shoot them an email. Can't hurt. They aren't going to choose an old fuck like me. It's a part of my life and I can't give it up."Sarah was still lying impassive, looking at Phil. She was thinking. She had a lot to take in. Phil went on, "So, Sarah, do you still want to move in? To live with a guy in a frock?"Sarah swallowed. "It's hard to imagine you in a frock," she said not answering the question."Would you like... would you like to see me dressed?"Sarah nodded."Now?"Sarah nodded again."OK." Phil knew that if Sarah was to accept him and his habit, she had to see him en.