But it took great force of will for Tim to make himself move. He stormed out of the bathroom, not bothering to turn out the light, and started to the... door, then stopped cold. He couldn't go out in the hall like this - not in a nude woman's body! Then he remembered the clothes. Tim stepped back to the bed, and looked at the bikini and beach robe. Shrugging, which caused his boobs to jiggle a bit more, Tim picked up the panties and bent over to pull them on. As he did so, his hair fell. There was a perfect storm of chaos and humiliation brewing for timid Tim, but as the children piled into the bus that morning, everything seemed normal. It was the calm before the storm.For years Tim had gotten his usual dose of teasing for being a loner, for mumbling at the best of times and going all red in the face when a girl addressed him. He might as well have had a bull's eye painted on his forehead or a sign on his back saying 'KICK MY ASS AND MY EGO HARD'. His nickname was 'Tim the. I remember my red wine teeth and breath and lick toothpaste off my finger with my tongue and swallow before opening the door. He laughs. I must look like a drowned rat. I tousle my hair in the wet towel he’s hung over his bedroom door and he lifts the sheet and tells me not to worry about the wet hair, ‘just get in here quickly I miss you.’ YUCK that’s so fucking lame but stupid me can’t help jumping on the bed soaked towel and all to get under that sheet as quickly as possible. I untangle. I can be there in 20 minutes. I want to look my best for you." Well, aren't you a sweetie. I'll be waiting for you, on the front porch." OK, Lucy. See you in a bit." Who were you on the phone with, Aaron?" mom asked."Lucy, from the doctor's office, Mom." Oh, is there news about..." No, she gave me her number, remember? Well, I called her and she and I are going out tonight." That's nice, dear. Don't hurt her with ... you know." Mom," I chuckled, "I hope she isn't expecting a great lover,.