Premise: A tomboy has kept her secret life as an Escort from her roommate. But today she has decided to tell him everything because of feelings she’s developed for him.

He was a good roommate, not that I had any past experience. He helped keep the apartment clean, and he respected my privacy. By that, I mean he never questioned how I’d almost always go out late and come back early in the morning. I very rarely ended up sleeping in my own bed. The most he did was ask me if I was okay, which I was, of course. I doubt he was ready to hear about my double life. I never actually planned to tell him.

He got a pretty quiet roommate out of the deal, so there’s that. I even let him borrow my car sometimes, since he didn’t have one. He’d just ask ahead of time if he needed to go to an appointment or just go to the mall, and I’d make sure the keys were out on the counter for him, even if I was nowhere around. I think he enjoyed having access to a nice car like that. She was a newer model Ford, in very good shape. And he took good care of her. He’d top off the gas tank when he was done and would sometimes give her a long, thorough wash at a nearby self-service car wash. That always made me happy when he did stuff like that.

We remained roommates all that year, and it just made sense to renew our lease for the next. I ended up spending more time outside of my room, watching television with him. Sports, especially. They always fascinated me. And as much as I wasn’t really into people, in general, this guy was beginning to rub off on me.

Which is why, after a lot of internal debate and agonizing over the idea, I decided I had to come clean with him.

He looked up from the TV and the Super Mario game he was playing and told me I looked good. He even paused the game.

I guess I did look good. I was still a tomboy through and through, as much as I was ready to commit to anything back then. It was the 80s, and tomboy was as good a way of passing off my so-called quirks as anything. But I’d showered, and actually put on the dress I’d been told every girl needed for special occasions. Maybe that confused him a little, because I pretty much never wore dresses. But I knew he liked them, in general, even if being girlish wasn’t really my thing.

I fumbled for words. English wasn’t actually my first language, not that most people could tell. So I struggled sometimes with the right word to express concepts. But I’d been thinking more and more in English in the last year or so, and maybe that had changed my viewpoint.

Finally I spoke. “Um, can we talk? It’s about what I do at night.”

Full Script Here

The title or opening of the script is of course in no way misleading, because I would never throw a twist or two into a story. However, sometimes situations and people are not what they look like at first glance.

This script combines a couple of loves of mine, including the 80s but also some stuff I can't say without spoilers. I probably could have riffed on the 80s stuff for a bit, but then it would have turned into a much longer script. Hopefully people do enjoy what I have here though.

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