He looked down at me, his gaze landing on my chest.
At that moment, without the chest binder, my chest was full and prominent, and my thin T-shirt could barely hide anything. I panicked, not knowing what to do.
'Oh no, this would definitely blow my cover!' I looked down, not daring to look at Charles.
Just then, Charles spoke again.
"Excuse me, beautiful lady, are you looking for this?"
'Beautiful lady?'
A glimmer of hope sparkled in my eyes again.
I looked at Charles and smiled. "Yes, I'm looking for that. Could you please hand it to me?"
Charles crouched down, handed me the chest binder, then leaned in close to whisper in my ear, "I was right from the beginning. You really are a girl. But don't worry. If you want to be Peter Gallagher, you can always be Peter Gallagher."
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