Only a couple of days later, Rich took me out in his car to Grand Stimson Park on Capitoline Hill, for what we both know was going to ba a hot makeup session. Grand Stimson Park was well known as a gathering place for homosexuals, and I had to admit I was a homosexual in girls' clothes, at least when I was with Rich. I had successfully hidden my wig and girls' clothes in my closet at home, though I was afraid my mom might discover them at any time. I sneaked them out of the house; I changed into my girl' clothes in a gas station restroom, and I was incredibly excited when I emerged as a girl.