My Clean-Freak Roommate and His "Dirty" Secret

Summary

I'm a coward.

When I get scared, I lose control and wet myself.

My short-tempered, straight roommate thought I was disgusting.

So he shoved me into the dorm of his arch-nemesis, Caleb Thorne, a notorious germaphobe.

He miscalculated.

Caleb didn't throw me out, nor did he lose sleep over my "filth."

Instead, he patiently washed me clean, bought me absorbent pads, and trimmed the hair covering my eyes.

He dressed me up beautifully and took me to a high-society banquet.

At the party, my former roommate stared, jaw dropped:

"Where did you find this beauty? Damn, she's breathtaking."