My Girl Read Free

had been Nicky's idea to go undercover as a woman and move. Elliot was against it but Nicky had been adamant. He wasn't going to let the marshals protect him again, not when they almost failed once.
"It's not so bad," Nicky said. "I even met someone."
"You met someone?" Elliot said. "Who? Where?"
"My neighbor," Nicky replied. "He helped me move in some boxes. He seems like a nice guy."
"Nicky, you can't trust anyone," Elliot said. "Give me his name. I'll look him up and see if he has any connection to Boston."
Nicky rolled his eyes. "His name is Seth Leighton. He lives just down the hallway from me in 4C and I doubt he has any connection to Morales. He was already living here. He even warned me to avoid Mrs. Ferguson in 2B. He basically said she's a crotchety old bitch."
Elliot chuckled. "Okay, but I'm still going to look into this guy. We can't be too careful, Nicky. Your life is on the line here."
"I hear you."
"Remember to check in with me regularly and only call me on this number, okay? No one but me knows where you are. I want to keep it that way."
"Yes, Detective Storm," Nicky said. "I'll be a good boy and not play with any strangers."
Elliot chuckled. "Girl, Nicky, you'll be a good girl."
Nicky frowned and glanced back down at the two small bumps in his shirt. "Yeah, right." Nicky hung up the phone and headed for his shower. It was the one place he could go and feel like a man again.
He pulled his shirt over his head then pushed the shorts off his legs. Beneath that was the specially made underwear he wore. There was a custom plastic cup that fit into a hidden pocket in the front. It kept his maleness hidden from anyone that might be looking. It was uncomfortable as hell.
But it wasn't nearly as uncomfortable as the bra he wore with the false breasts sewn into it. Marla, the drag queen who helped turn Nicky into a woman, suggested he have smaller breasts. He was a B cup, whatever that was, just enough to point him out as a woman but not enough to draw attention. Apparently, straight men liked women with big breasts.
He hated pretending to be a woman. However, he hated being dead even more. If pretending to be a woman was what he needed to do to stay alive, then call him woman and hear him roar.
Nicky pulled the bra off and tossed it across the room before walking into the bathroom. The shower was his one solace, the one place that could truly be a man. Too bad he had to do it all by himself. It would have been nice to have a little company.
Maybe even one really hot and sexy neighbor? CHAPTER 4
    Nicky kept an eye out for Seth over the next couple of weeks while he settled into his apartment and his new life. He'd see him occasionally, coming in from
somewhere, and hurry to take out his garbage or something so he'd meet up with Seth in the hallway.
    Seth was always friendly but not overly so. He'd say hi, ask how Nicky was doing, and then quickly go into his apartment. He never stuck around to chat. After a while, Nicky got the message and stopped stalking the man.
    That didn't keep him from watching Seth through his window. The man was just too gorgeous to ignore. Besides, Nicky could always fantasize, and he did a lot of that while in the shower, alone.
    Nicky heard a loud bang outside his apartment door. His heart raced as he set his book down, another man love romance by G.A. Hauser. It seemed to be the one way he could escape and pretend there were happy endings for gay men somewhere. He certainly wasn't finding one.
    He got up and walked over to his door, peering through the peephole. He frowned, opening the door just enough to look out, the chain still in place. Seth and another man were stumbling down the hallway toward his apartment. Seth was clearly drunk.
    Nicky closed the door and took the chain off, opening it back up. "Seth, are you okay?"
"Nicky!" Seth exclaimed, stumbling over to him to wrap an arm around Nicky's shoulders. "Ricky, this is the beautiful Nicky, the woman I was telling you about."
Nicky