I chose a black mesh thong, and a short black flounced mini skirt and some black fishnets with a red stripe up the back. I looked in the mirror and co...uldn’t believe what I saw, I might’ve been a thick girl but goddamn I looked hot. There was no way I would go home alone tonight. I let my long dark red hair curl messy around my shoulders and lined my eyes in shadowy black, added some red lipstick and I was set for make-up. I slipped on my stiletto’s, grabbed my stuff and left to find some fun. I. ..? How...?" You grew up in Boston, right? Don't worry about it, it's no big deal." What... Wait... That's not...."Paul rolled his eyes. "I know, I know... I'm a Yankees fan, you're a RedSox fan... But it's not the end of the world. We'll work through itsomehow..." Paul, stop, please." She looked back down at the purse in her lap. "Ineed to be serious here, Ok?" Ok, serious. The truth is I already know. You weren't born a girl."Erica's head spun up to face him. Her lips were moving, forming. I'm almost seventeen now and I'm over all that stuff. Mostly.But recently, things changed between Benny and me. That's why I'm writing this narrative; to try to get my thoughts organized. So here's what happened:Dad's younger brother died suddenly. I mean really suddenly at the age of thirty-eight. It couldn't have been too much of a surprise because I'd heard my dad say more than once that Greg – that was his brother's name – wouldn't live to be forty if he didn't find some way to get off the. “Works for me. What else?” Lucy persisted, having written down two wishes already.“Okay ... Cecil, my old boss. I want him to have happiness in his life, no matter who with, and anyone toxic just fade from the scene. He’s been burned by his ex-boyfriend, you know. Howard. Oh, and speaking of which, wish number four, that Howard be Cecil’s hell-slave for life. It’s only fitting after how he used poor Cecil like that and broke his heart, stomped on it.“If I were more selfish, I would wish for him.