“Oh,” the line went very quiet, “I’ll probably give it a miss then, I have an early start in the morning myself.”
We repeated this conversation at least once a week from then on.
I loved Phil coming around, loved the flattery, even began to love him, but he couldn’t bring himself to visit when I wasn’t dressed as a woman.
Some weeks I made the effort to be what he wanted, whenever he wanted, but the sheer effort of transforming myself on a nightly basis began to take its toll.
It really hurt to break it off, I’d had my first glimpse of a proper relationship, it was just that it excluded a whole part of my life.
Love me, love my dog maybe, but I was fond of the dog.