I'm worried about my role in Steff's play.

You see, she couldn't get enough guys and last week she approached me about dressing as a guy and playing the part of Mitch. Easy lines, mostly consisting of one word or "dude". But it's other problems I have.

I walk like a girl.

I sit like a girl.

I talk like a girl.

My breasts clearly mark me as a girl.

So I took "guy lessons" from John. I think I've got the mannerisms down pat. He even taught me how to adjust my "package" (which I don't have, but I can fake it). And I'm going to bind down my breasts and wear baggy clothes and a hat.

The ironic thing is, the character of Mitch is a homophobe. And they have someone crossdressing to play him. Riiiiight.

Steff owes me for this.

Somebody please tell me I'm too pretty to be a boy.

Ha ha, in my play we're using kinky black fuzzy handcuffs in the drug bust scene. Worth a cheap laugh or two.

Gotta run,

See y'all later,

luv Erin