"Don't be Holly. I was going to tell you about me, but I was afraid you'd hate me and want to up and leave me, and I don't want that! Never! Not ever!"
"I can't explain why I have to wear girl's clothes." I began. "It's just that sometimes the urge gets so great that I cannot resist. It's like alcohol, one shot is never enough."
"I can relate to that," Holly whispered. "That's one thing Georgia, my street friend, used to tell me, that she just knew she was a woman inside no matter what was shown on the outside and she could not deny her inner self."
"I know how that feels!" I exclaimed. "Er... Lynn?" she began.
"What Holly?" I asked.
"I don't care," she whispered.