Babalon’s Curse 8
“Fuck it. I’m doing it.” Steven took a breath and went to knock on her door. Drew watched and grew annoyed that he would even think of talking to that woman again. He was already angry over the whole situation that Janie put him in. He hoped that she wouldn’t open the door. “Why am I not surprised,” Janie greeted unamused. “I know you don’t wanna see me, and I’m terrified of being here. But despite it all; you’re the only one that can help me with all this.” “Help you?” “Help me… be a female.” She just kept staring. “I don’t know shit about my bra size or dresses and shit yall wear.” “Who said you had to wear a dress‽ Have you ever seen me in one? You’re still just a typical man, …