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Copyright 2008 tgwriter7 My father was a bridge builder, an engineer. I grew up in five towns and three countries, I grew up wherever my father's work took us. He had passion for it, said there was something about an idea that came from his mind being built on a massive scale, his thoughts becoming part of the landscape. But then our family would move on leaving nothing but monuments. As families go we got along, we didn't have time to make close friends so we ended up making close friends with each other. My parents are still married and I have two sisters. Dianne who is 27, just out of law school and Joan who is 18, my twin. My name is John and since we were twins the joke was that we were more or less male and female versions of one another. We're not identical since I'm a boy and she's a girl, but we look a lot alike. It was embarrassing for Joan as she's a bit tall for a girl, and a bit of a Tomboy, so people tended to think she was a boy, but when people would occasionally call me Joan my face would turn red. Over the last year she'd gotten a lot more conscious of it and started dressing more feminine, she dyed her hair a deeper auburn you never see on men and started wearing things besides jeans and a tee shirt. She still wouldn't wear skirts more than she had too. That same year my father started working on a bridge in England and my parents moved over there. Joan and I started living with Dianne at our family's last house just outside of Boston. She had just gotten a job at an advertising firm and was willing to look after us for our last year of high school. Joan and I both went to the same private school, we were both seniors and were poised to graduate in a few weeks, in fact we had already gone through the graduation ceremony. Mom and Dad had flown back for that and then back to England the next day. The first day of summer vacation Joan came into the house looking ghost white. "You okay?" I said. She glanced over at me and stiffly sat down on the sofa clenching her body, shaking and biting her lip. "Sorry," I replied to nothing. Joan groaned and pulled the blank expression on her face into one of extreme annoyance. "I can't believe it, I got an incomplete in chemistry, I fucking hate that guy" She almost never says "fuck" she has an annoying habit of saying "bleep" or "bleeping" she actually has a lot of annoying habits which is probably why she didn't get along with Mr. Davidson, our chemistry teacher. She was if nothing else a smart ass. It didn't bother me because she was usually on my side, I was rarely on the receiving end. "Really?" I said because I was surprised. "Yeah he said that between me being absent and refusing to do the dissection lab I hadn't done enough of the course." "I thought you were doing really well, the marks said you should have gotten an A minus?" "I aced everything I did, and he grades on a curve, but he said I still missed over a quarter of the class so he can't give me credit. Technically I didn't even graduate, They don't even offer that class this summer, I'm supposed to fly out next week and spend the summer with Mom and Dad. God this is so embarrassing." That sucks, I thought. "That sucks," I said. We had taken the class together and helped each other get the two highest grades. Joan had cut class a lot this year, she got Dianne to call her in sick. She's not much of a delinquent but she's awkward and gets picked on a lot. I get picked on too, but I weather it better, go home and just play computer games . She'd gets depressed and gets Dianne to call her in sick. Also she wouldn't dissect a frog, and just cut class that day. When Dianne got home we told her. At first she was pissed at Joan, she had only let Joan skip school because she thought Joan's grades were perfect. Then we explained that with the curve she should be getting a good grade and she concluded Davidson was a dick, that he was technically correct and there wasn't much she could do about it, but that he was a dick. We stewed on that for a day, Joan called the school and tried to work something out, but nothing did. The next day at the dinner table Dianne had some news "I know this doesn't help get you to see Mom and Dad but a guy I work with has a sister that teaches Chemistry at Windytop this summer, that school is in the same system you could get credit and you wouldn't need to take it from Davidson next year." "That's a girl's school?" Joan asked "Yeah, that a problem?" "No that's just how I've heard of it." "Well my co-worker explained the situation to his sister and she said she could push to get you in if you like, thing is I don't know how we'd explain you not showing up in England to Mom and Dad, then they'd probably get pissed off at me for letting you cut class." The next I said was the stupidest thing I've ever said, I meant it as a joke. "We should just find someone who looks like her and send her to Windytop." Joan turned to me. "Now where would we find someone who looks just like me?" She looked me up and down. Joan and Dianne laughed a little, I my flushed bright red, but then Joan let it go and went back to being depressed. We finished eating and each of us went off to be by ourselves. Mom and Dad had been pretty apprehensive about letting us all live together. They said we could give it a try as long as nothing went wrong. Joan couldn't just go to England because she needed to graduate and she'd basically be in high school another semester just to take one class. Which sucked. I thought to myself, "I wish she was a boy then I'd just take her place." The next day at breakfast she remarked, "I wish you were a girl then you could just take my place." There a pause before she looked up at me sheepishly. "You know I hate to admit it, but for a while I had to explain that I was a girl, if you really wanted to you could probably pass for me. It's not like you'd really have to crossdress or anything, just go by Joan. I'd even trade you computers." Last Christmas Joan had 'won' the new computer for having better grades, I got Dad's hand me down. It was supposed to be more of a motivation to me rather than her, but it didn't work out that way. She wasn't much of a computer person and couldn't tell the difference between the two. I was a computer person and wanted hers. The wave of pure terror, passed into extreme discomfort, and settled into thoughtful consideration mixed with greed. "Your computer?... A girl's school though?" "It might work away from our school. We look a lot a like, but not identical, anyone who knows us could tell, but I bet you could use my ID." "Sounds like crossdressing to me," I quipped back. "Just have to get your hair dyed and styled a bit, it is getting long, then just wear my glasses, I doubt my glasses will turn you gay. You can wear my clothes if you want, none of them are that girlie, I don't know if it'd work in yours." She stopped as I was starring at her like she was suggesting I set myself on fire. "At least think about it, okay?" she said meekly. "Okay." She smiled. That night Joan told Dianne the 'idea'. She was excited until I interjected that I was just thinking about it. Dianne said we had to decide by tomorrow if she wanted a spot. Joan told her take the spot either way. Seemed like an odd thing for her to decide given that she needed to be in England next week. Joan spent half an hour on the phone before entering my room. "I hope you don't mind but I made an appointment for you tomorrow morning." "An appointment?" "Yeah I kinda called Suzi, the lady that does my hair, and told her the situation." I just stared at her blankly. "The situation?" "I'll pay for it, I just want to see if your hair is dyed and styled if you could pass for me. If you don't like it I'll pay to have it dyed back and cut," she pleaded very hopefully. "Come on, just give it a try" "Aaaa... what if we run into someone we know?" "Oh, got that covered, we'll do it in the back, okay?" I sighed, "Okay." Not just being purely motivated by greed I'd been thinking about this. It was curious just how much we looked a like. Examining my face in the mirror, I wondering if I could really pass for a girl, I hadn't started growing a beard yet and I was a little scrawny for a guy. In one way it dented my pride, on the other I was curious if it would work. I started thinking about what my life would have been had been born a girl. The first thing that struck me was peeing sitting down. It's such a minor thing that can make such a huge difference, one chromosome different and I be dating boys. I didn't like that, maybe I would have been a lesbian. * * * The next morning was Thursday and the salon was empty except for Suzi who had gotten to work early. "Heya Joan and Joan, err umm John." Her tone was flippish and playful, but the suggestion made me uncomfortable. My face flushed red and I looked back at the door. Joan grabbed my hand and pulled me forward, but she kept looking at Suzi. "Ha ha, very funny, be nice he's helping me out." "Sorry, I guess this has to be embarrassing for you." Suzi's sly grin softened into a warm smile. "Joan's very lucky to have a brother that would even consider doing this... and one that is sooo pretty" She stuck out her tongue. There wasn't a back room as had been promised, there were a few stattions behind a partition where no one who didn't come looking couldn't see us. Suzi ran her fingers through me hair. "You do look a like Joan, at least Joan from a year ago, or maybe she looks like you. When she started seeing me she complained that everyone thought she was you, so to keep that from happening we worked on making her more feminine. Nothing over the top, just giving people visual cues so they wouln't get confused.Guess I just need to do the same to you." She started by dying my hair the same unnaturally deep auburn as Joan's. I caught Joan staring once or twice. She seemed captivated, almost hypnotized. Joan went through magazines looking at hair styles, she pointed one out to me, a short bob. "Here this is what my hair looked like after I first came here, hey Suzi can you give him this?" Suzi finished unwrapping the highlights and then started snipping out the bob. Even that simple style was a lot more intricate then my old plan of getting it cut a couple times a year. It was weird to see how much shape it gave my face, framing my features in a girlish way and as I watched this being done to me in the mirror it dawned on me that my face worked just fine for a girl. The same features looked awkwardly delicate as a boy came across boldly and sharp as a girl. Suzi turned to Joan "That's really cool, you two look so much alike." An excited look came across he. "You know what? if you want I could cut your hair too? You know to match." Joan smiled and plopped down in the chair next to me. We both stayed silent glancing back and forth at each others images in the mirror as they slowly started to match. A few other customers came in as well as another stylist. He looked like a gay man, he had the voice and demeanor anyway. He came back to check on what Suzi was doing. "Twins, that's fun!" Suzi looked back and forth between us and grabbed some tweezers. "This'll hurt, but you'll live." I didn't have thick eyebrow to begin with, Suzi plucked a few out and examined Joan's. She stopped plucking just when she thought mine where slightly thinner than Joan's, then she shaped Joan's to match. The other stylist's name was Dan. He kept looking in on us. Once or twice he asked if we wanted our makeup done. Joan said, "We really don't wear much make up." "Oh I can teach you, we'll just use a little." He came back two more times and made the same offer. Joan kept trying to brush him off, but her efforts were like telling a hungry dog to stay away from a hamburger you left in his dish. "You don't need to wear very much, but with how shaped you hair is and how pretty you both look, it'd be a shame not to." "Well, it's okay with me if it's okay with her." Joan looked at me and I realized I was "her". They both just looked at me, waiting. "Just a little?" I meant as a question. Dan took it as an acceptance and got started. "You both look really young, so you want to avoid anything heavy or dark." "You know we're eighteen." Joan seemed insulted by the 'really young' comment. "Oh in that case we'll just have to hussy you two up. Honey I meant it as a compliment. But we'll go a little dramatic today, just to cover all the bases." God this was embarrassing. Still even as Dan showed me how to apply foundation, blush ,eye-liner, mascara, lip liner and lipstick he never realized I was a guy. We covered all the bases although we didn't apply anything very thickly, Dan thought it was important that we should be able to see our natural skin from underneath the makeup. When he finished he wiped it all off and he had us do it again ourselves. I had more fun than I would admit. It was halfway between art class and first aid. My face was an art project and I wanted to see how pretty it could get without poking my eye out. I didn't say this or admit it to Joan but I was pleased by the results even if the experience was entirely embarrassing. When it was time to leave I got really self conscious about going out that way. I looked nervous and scared. "You okay?" Joan asked "Umm it's just that I don't know about going out like this, I don't know if I can stay like this." "I thought you were having fun? You should at least show Dianne." "Well if it was just you and me or people I know won't make fun of me that's okay, I don't know about going out on the street." "You look fine no one will know," Joan said without looking me in the eye. The butterflies in my stomach felt like they were trying to migrate. "Hold on." Joan got up and found Suzi, she then paid at the register and Suzi left. Joan came back. "It's okay, we're going out the back, Suzi will give us a ride home." * * * When we got back we started looking at ourselves in the mirror. "You know your clothes don't match your face." "I'm not wearing a dress," I said bluntly. "Hold on you. Girl's clothes just are fitted a little better. Besides what's the fun in doing this if we don't try and match as much as possible?" Joan rummaged through her drawers and pulled out two matching black and white baby doll tees and two pairs of jeans. I was surprised how well they fit and it wasn't really that girlie given how basic all the clothes were, Joan was a bit of a tomboy after all. We wore the same prescription glasses and Joan handed me the second pair she had gotten in a two for one deal. "That's freaky." "Now you know how I felt when everyone said I looked like you. I really never minded looking like a boy, I don't like girl stuff that much, just I don't want people thinking I have a penis." "I think I can relate to that. This is so weird it's like I have your body or something. I don't think I can take going out like this, it's humiliating." "I never told you this but before once in the girl's locker room someone thought I was you, she slapped me. That was the most humiliating day of my life. That's why I got my hair dyed. Anyway I understand if you don't want to spend your summer like this but let's at least have some fun with Dianne." "Fun?" We decided to test Dianne. When she got home around six Joan told her it hadn't worked out, that I had chickened out and gone to the mall. They talked a while and Joan said while she was at the salon she at least got her own hair cut. Dianne complimented her but asked what the deal was with the makeup. Joan just said they did that at the salon and it wasn't her usual thing. We usually just had an informal dinner on Thursdays, leftovers or frozen meals or whatever we could find. When Dianne was in the kitchen I came down and started foraging for food. "Hey Joan, sorry if I gave you a hard time about the makeup." I found myself very self conscious again and just looked back at her without saying anything. "I mean it looks good, makes you look more sophisticated, I'm just not used to seeing you in it. I makes you look different, more like a woman." She was examining my face when Joan came in nonchalantly and stood next to me. Dianne stopped, her mouth opened and her eyes looked back and forth between us. "That's freaky. That's very freaky." "You know which is which?" "Not until I saw both of you. John you look really pretty." She looked at me and got it right. My face turned red again. "Thanks I guess. We just wanted to show you how it worked out." "I can tell by your voice too. I mean not that you're a guy, just that you two sound different. Not that you don't not sound like a guy. Sorry I didn't mean that either. That's freaky though. If you got her voice down we could probably send you to England and she could stay here and take that class." I thought about that, going to England as Joan. If I didn't have to go to school as a girl that would have been great, but if there's anyone I didn't want seeing me like this it was my parents. They were judgmental enough as it is, and I don't think I could have fooled them. I went to my room and tried not to think about it . My sisters were talking downstairs, they were wondering if I was going to go through with it. It worried me when Dianne starting asking if there was anyway they could force me to do it, but Joan didn't like that she said it "Wasn't even funny." I could hear Joan's desperation, but she was defending me from what she wanted me to do. If I didn't it meant she'd end up with another year of school and Mom and Dad would kick her ass. She could also stay here but then Mom and Dad would know right away and kick all our asses. I posed for my mirror. It was kinda fun looking pretty and I didn't look like a sissy or anything just like a tomboy. The few friends I had here were going to a summer camp this month and the class was only and month and a half so it's not like they'd miss me. I very reluctantly walked downstairs, both of them still talking about me. "I'm not saying I will but let's just assume I'll go through with it. First thing is you two can't ever tell anyone, ever." Dianne started to nod. Joan's face lit up like someone had just taken a huge weight off her shoulders, she smiled and joined in the nodding. They next day I didn't want to get up and stayed in bed until about 11. While I was in the shower Joan laid out some of her clothes on my bed. Dark green Capris and a fitted brick red tee with black trim. I starred at them for a while before putting them on. I skipped the makeup that morning. Joan was downstairs reading the paper. Her head snapped up to look at me. "Glad you liked those clothes, those are my favorites actually." "Thanks. God am I really going to do this?" "Oh when we were talking last night Dianna said she'd kick in five hundred bucks. If you are going to do it, make sure she agrees to that before you say so." "Wow, I was thinking I wouldn't be able to get a job if I do this, guess I don't have to. Look I really want to help. I'm trying, you just have no idea how incredibly gay this is. I get teased enough it is." Joan smiled "The only way Dianne knew was when she saw us together. As long as no one sees us together no one will figure it out." "She knew our voices. I can't talk to anyone that knows us both". "Good point watch out for that one." Joan shrugged. "Thing is you'll be at a different school. No one knows us at Windytop. You should be okay... hopefully" The weekend worked out pretty much like I had feared. I agreed to the whole thing, at least Joan got Dianne to chip in the five hundred bucks. Joan left me her driver's license and bunch of clothes. She had to split her wardrobe between us so she left most of her pants and tees with me which meant she had to take all of the girlier stuff: skirts, blouses, etc... She thought she could deal with it considering what I had to deal with. None of my shoes matched her clothes and none of hers fit me. She said they might give me away and I borrowed a few of Dianne's sneakers which seemed to fit me. The makeup we bought at the salon was left on my dresser. The last really embarrassing point was that I have no boobs. Joan was small chested but noticeable. She left me a plan white bra just in case I got self conscious and wanted to fill out the tees a little. At first I was embarrassed by the thought of a bra. Then I got to looking at myself in the mirror and thought my flat chest made me look like a boy. Joan laughed at this and I put on the bra and we stuffed it with pantyhose, which turned my face red but made her clothes fit better. Joan went through her bags and left me another one. She told me they were mine now and she didn't want them back and that if I wanted panties I should handle that myself. The whole situation was weird, I'm glad I didn't have any brothers. The day before Joan left we all drove a few towns over and just walked down the street together, Dianne thought it would be good to get out any jitters before I tried attending class. I felt like I was going to shatter whenever anyone looked at me and hid behind my sisters. We took a break and tried again at the next town. They had me go into a few stores that time. Things got better but my head was still swimming caught in a flurry of thoughts between being caught and pulling it off. It got easier as no one noticed. I stopped hiding behind my sisters and we went to a fast food place where I ordered my own food. The girl at the counter called me "miss." They dragged me along into clothing stores and after browsing we talked about all the things I didn't have. Dianne got me a purse that looked a lot like a school bag, Joan pointed out she could tell I was wearing men's underwear and she threw in a couple of packs of panties, the only plain ones they had were in multi-packs and a few of those were pink but I just ignored that. I changed into a pair in the store just to make sure they fit. I had to sort of pull my penis back between my legs to make it look right but it worked. By the end of the day I was 'okay' walking around in girl's clothes. The bra and panties freaked me out more than anything, but at least I wasn't wearing makeup. When I got home I tried wearing my guy clothes as I was. It looked odd, like a girl's head on top of a guy's body. We saw Joan off at the airport late Sunday night. On the way home Dianne started calling me Joan, so I could get used to it. Next morning was the first day of class. The school was on the way to Dianne's job so she dropped me off at 8:30. The class then ran from 9:00 to 11:00 five times a week so that the whole course could be finished in six weeks. Dianne said she could take me home over lunch break but not until 12:00, so I had an hour I had to kill but I could do that in the library. The school was almost like college, I wasn't watched at all times. Many girls boarded there over the summer but during the school year most kids had their parents or butlers drop them off, it was a wealthy school. I followed a map to class and got there early. Three girls were already there and chatting. They looked at me funny at first but then went back to chatting. Why'd they give me such a funny look? I realized they were all wearing uniforms. Blue hound's tooth skirts with white tops, two of the girls with a darker blue vest that buttoned up the front and one without. They all wore black leather Maryjane shoes two with socks and one with tights. Another dozen or so girls filtered into the class room. All of them wearing uniforms. I sat near the back and no one sat next to me. I felt out of place, they all had their cliches, their circles, and their uniforms, and I was a guy in his sister's clothes at an all girl's school. I wanted to bolt. A few minutes before the bell the teacher walked in. In her late thirties, she was slightly heavyset and very relaxed. She stopped at my desk on her way to the front. "Joan Hollander?" I nodded. "Pleased to met you. Just stay a bit after class, there are a few things I need to help you with." Her name was "Mrs. Oliver". I knew this because she wrote it on the board with great zeal. During role she introduced me. "Girls, this is Joan Hollander, she's visiting us for the summer and normally attends Scottsdale. Please make her feel welcome, and no we're not relaxing the dress code over the summer, she just gets a day's exception." At the end of role Mrs. Oliver called "Maxine Thompson", no one responded. A girl rushed through the door and slid into the desk next to me. "Here, present, attending, very sorry to be late." "Any reason why?" "Um, ah... female problems?" "You know the policy, first tardy and you have to do afters." Maxine looked disappointed. "Yes Ma'am." Maxine looked to be the oldest girl there, she was certainly the tallest, must have been 5'11". Her dark hair fell haphazardly upon her shoulders and her face with a dark complexion, possibly Italian, looked like she had just woken up, except she was wearing makeup. She wasn't wearing "too much" makeup, but any more and she would have been. She collected herself then she noticed me. As Mrs. Oliver was passing out the books slipped me a note. "How'd you get out of wearing a uniform? I'm Max." I quickly wrote back, "New from Scottsdale, I'm Joan," and passed it back. Mrs. Oliver saw the note but ignored it. Class was boring, I'd already taken the exact same material out of the exact same book and gotten the highest grade at my school. I tried to pay attention as best as I could, figuring with all I had been through that I didn't want to mess this up. She gave us a brief course outline and started going over the first chapter. After class I stayed in my seat as did Max. Mrs. Oliver attended to me first. "I hope class doesn't bore you too much Joan. I heard about your little situation and that you've already had this material. I've also met Mr. Davidson and I don't like him very much." She made a crabby face. "Normally I grade on a curve but I don't think that would be very fair given your advantage so I just won't use your score for computing it. Sound fair?" "Yes Ma'am." I was just happy she hadn't brought up the dress code. "Now as for the dress code. Usually when we have girls visit for a semester it's during the regular year, for a full class load, so it's reasonable to ask them to buy uniforms. I'd rather not make you do that," (yay!), "but the school is pretty strict about it, maybe we can work out a compromise, do you have any uniforms from your old school?" "No ma'am, we don't have uniforms." "I'm not surprised, well you need to at least make an attempt. Do you have any clothes that match our colors?" "I've got some blue pants." "Pants? No skirts?" "No Ma'am." "I see." Mrs. Oliver paused. She seemed like a reasonable person, and I got the impression that she liked me. She was softly shaking her head and biting her lip. I was hoping to get out of this some how. Max half raised her hand and cautiously interjected, "I have some old uniforms from last year. Those might fit her." This revelation caught Mrs. Oliver's attention. "Great, could you get her setup and show her around a little?" "Sure, do I have to do anything for the tardy?" "What tardy? Now get out of here. I need to do some work." She smiled and turned to her desk. Max lived on Campus, while we walked back to the dorms she asked me how I had ended up taking a summer class here. I told her some of the story leaving out myself and Joan's trip to England. I tried to make Mr. Davidson seem foul but to be honest I got along with him just fine, it was my sister who didn't. When I had finished she remarked that she was glad I wasn't going to be on the curve. I hadn't though about the whole academic dishonesty aspect of all this. Was this cheating? I felt very guilty for a few moments and stayed silent. But hadn't Joan been cheated? It didn't seem like what I was doing was right, but it didn't seem right not to do it either. Max broke the silence. "So you get along with your sister?" About to answer thinking of Joan I realized she meant Dianne whom I had mentioned in the story. I thought this was a good time to bring myself up. "She's alright, tries to act like a Mom sometimes, but I like my brother a lot." "Oh is he cute? How old is he?" Suddenly she sounded like a valley girl. I wondered if this was a joke. I chuckled and responded, "He's soo cute and handsome and smart and cool." "Really?" "No he just gives me a dollar every time I tell that to a girl. Sort of like how Pepsi pays celebrities to say their names on TV." Max looked like she could have done a spit take. "You're funny and here I thought you were all shy." "I'm just overwhelmed by all this, it feels strange, I mean I never thought I'd be at a girl's school it's really different." "Yeah it sucks, everything is sanitized for your protection, and I hate the uniform. I feel like I'm in the fifties." "I'm not looking forward to it." My face flushed red again and Max looked away and pretended not to notice. "It's just that I don't like wearing skirts, I'm a bit of a tomboy, I guess." "Really? I never would have thought, I mean you seem pretty enough to me. Your hair is nice. If it helps nobody really likes the uniform. Except maybe Sandra but she's a stuck up bitch. Believe me being slightly awkward will help you fit right in. So do you really have a brother or was that a joke?" "Oh yeah, we're twins. But before you ask not identical twins." She gave me a funny look shaking her head "A boy and girl can't be identical twins, I know that" "Oh yeah just sometimes people think we are because we look a lot like, not so much anymore though." The irony of that being a lie missed me until it was out of my mouth, then it backed up and rolled over my head. Sure my sister didn't look like me anymore, but neither did I. "That was when I was more of a tomboy, I guess." We reached her dorm and went up. She lived on the third floor, not on the side overlooking the quad, the trees, and some beauitful architexture but the other side, the side overlooking the supply sheds, the teacher's parking lot, and some dumpsters. Max shared a room with three other girls none of whom were there. Clothes were stuffed under her unmade bed. She pulled out a trunk and rummaged around in it before producing two each of a white top, blue hound's tooth skirt, and a dark blue vest that buttoned up the front. "These should fit, I grew a lot last year. You gonna try them on?" "I really need to leave soon, my sister will be here soon and she needs to get me home and back to work before her lunch break is over." "Come on, we gotta see if it fits." I blushed again. "You are shy. Here I'll look away." She handed me the clothes and turned around. I really didn't have much time to think about it. I pulled off my t- shirt and rushed to get the blouse on before she could see my bra was stuffed with Kleenex. The vest was easy. I stopped when I got to the skirt. I'd never put one on before. I thought about putting it on over my pants but I didn't know if that would work so I turned around and carefully let down my pants. Then I lifted that skirt up and pulled the side zipper up to my waist. It was loose, staying in place but I was sure if it would fall down any second. "You done yet?" "Yeah it's a little large. I don't think it wants to stay up." Max turned around. "Hey you look cute. Just a sec..." She went to another girl's dresser and took a safety pin from on top and started adjusting the skirt. "It's no problem, it just needs to be pinned." Her grip loosened and the skirt fell down to my knees, exposing my panties with my penis clearly visible underneath. She looked at it for a second, then pulled the skirt up and pinned it, this time correctly. My cell phone rang and I answered it, shaking as Max silently watched me during the conversation. "Hi sis." "Sorry about that I had to go get a uniform." "Yes a uniform." "Sorry I'll be right there." I closed the phone. "I really need to go, my sister is here." Max just looked at me with her head tilted off to one side. "Was that a penis?" she said almost swallowing her words as she spoke them. "I really need to go." I started out the door. Max tried to walk with me but I was rushing and stayed in front of her. When I got to the quad Max yelled, "Hey Joan, see you tomorrow." She waved and tried to smile. My sister was parked just down the road . I jumped into her SUV. "Hey John you look really cute. Err Joan." I was still shaking and didn't say anything. "Looks like you've had a really hard day, you okay?" I just shook for a while before responding, "I hope so." That night I told Dianne about how Max had seen me. She asked me if I was sure and I told her, "Yes." She asked me if Max had told anyone and I told her, "I don't know." She asked if I thought Max would tell anyone and I said, "I don't know, maybe not." In bed that night I couldn't sleep. Dianne gave me one of her sleeping pills, it was prescription and I passed right out. The next morning I woke up groggy, the muscles in my arms and legs wear sore like I'd been running all night. Putting on the uniform reminded me of what had happened yesterday and made me uncomfortable, like a pervert. Dianne asked me if I wanted to call the whole thing off. I said I wasn't sure. She said to call if I needed her to pick me up. Then she said, "Fuck it, I'll hang around until nine thirty," and not to let anyone look up my skirt. She thought about it for a minute and gave me some black panties that might keep people from seeing anything if they did happen to look up my skirt. I got to class fifteen minutes early. Max was already there, no one else was. She sat in the same seat as yesterday, the one next to mine, she was starring at me. Not a glare, not suspicious, a pleasant stare that said, "I have something to talk to you about." I sat a few seats away from that, away from her and tried to ignore it. She moved to the seat next to me, and tapped my shoulder. "Hey Joan, good morning." I turned to her, not smoothly, not calmly, but in a sort of controlled spasm. "Good morning," forced a smile and then turned to face the board. Three girls walked in and took their seats. She placed a note on my desk. ": ) it's okay." That helped, like my straight jacket had been cut off. I cried. I didn't sob, I didn't make a scene, but a tear ran down my check. No one else seemed to notice, but Max. Class went on as normal and we started going over material I'd already studied before. For the second half Mrs. Oliver had us do a short lab. Mixing chemicals and observing changes. When we had to find partners, Max strode up to me. "You're mine, my partner." After class she followed me outside, grabbed me by the hand and led me over to a secluded bench. She was thrilled. "I'm glad you came back, I was worried you might not, I thought about you all last night." "Yeah I couldn't sleep, I had to take a pill." "I mean I'm shocked, but you seem like a nice person. I just couldn't stop thinking about how you're well you know. Umm can I ask you a real personal question?" "Yeah okay." "Why do you have a penis? Oh sorry if that offended you. I mean are you a boy or hermaphrodite? Or what? God sorry I didn't mean it like that." I recounted the story, this time the real one. Max seemed interested and didn't freak out. I was still a nervous wreck, just not as badly as I had been yesterday. I asked, "Do you think it's dishonest? I hadn't even thought about that until yesterday." "You said she should have had an A right?" "Well an A-, second highest score in the class." "Who had the first?" "Me." "I dunno, it's not that bad. If you were on the curve I'd hate you." "It is dishonest. But I don't agree with Mr. Davidson giving her an incomplete. Just it would have messed so many things up. Maybe she deserved that though?" "It doesn't sound like it to me. It sounds like Mr. Davidson is an asshole, and just likes playing god to make himself feel better. One thing, you must really like your sister." "Well she's giving me her computer, and Dianne is chipping in five hundred dollars." "So you're just doing this for money?" I had to think about it for a while. "It makes it easier." "Like you need an excuse?" "I dunno, maybe. It does make it easier to explain." "Well you're overlooking one thing." "Yeah?" "Since you're getting paid, what are you gonna give me?" I almost did a spit take at this. "I mean I'd help you out anyways, but maybe I need an excuse." I looked stunned, shocked even. Stunned and shocked, and taken a back. "What do you want?" "Just help me pass the class okay? Chemistry isn't my thing, I just need a science credit so I can graduate. I flunked it the first time, different teacher though." "Yeah sure, okay." "You look really cute too you know. Also you have to carry my books. I'm serious, I mean as long as I'm blackmailing you I ought to have a little fun." "You're blackmailing me?" "Not really, but come on try and be a little but of fun." We walked back to her dorm. I carried her book (there was only one). Then we exchanged numbers and email, right before my sister called to pick me up. That night I told Dianne about how Max had taken the whole thing, leaving out the part about carrying her books. She was relieved as I was. It was nice to have someone there that knew, it took a lot of the weight off my shoulders. It's a lot harder to lie to everyone than it is to lie to everyone but one person. Dianne pointed out that it's a lot easier to keep a secret from everyone than it is to keep a secret from everyone but one person. * * * The next morning traffic was light and we got there earlier than usual, 8:20. I walked around the quad for a few minutes. It was a warm day which was nice skirt weather, something I'd never experienced. The way the skirt kept warm air curling around my legs was very pleasant. My phone buzzed and I got a text from Max. "Come on ovr :)" She was in her room with two other girls that were getting ready for school, they were in a rush but Max introduced us. One of them was Sandra and I forgot the other one's name. "Heya Joan, I saw you wandering around. You're always welcome to come over if you want." "Thanks, it's a nice day though." "Oh, hey come here for a second." Max motioned me towards her dresser and pulled out the stool. "I want to try something." I sat down. "Yeah what?" Max touched my face, then pulled at the skin around my eyes. She started putting eyeliner on me. "What are you doing?" "Leaving my mark. Your face just looks too plan without some makeup. Makes you look like you have no personality or like a boy." She applied lightly but the shades themselves were dark. My now dark lips punctuated my face, drawing my eyes to them. I played in the mirror puckering, smiling, pouting, drawing them up exposing my teeth. Max just smiled and handed me her book, I carried it to class for her. After class Max and I walked the quad and found a place to sit. We started going over our homework, then she starting asking questions. They were kind of embarrassing and I thought through a few responses before answering. "Have you ever dressed as a girl before?" A) "No I'm just doing this to help out my sister." B) "Nope never, though people thought I was my sister a few times." C) "Just since I started going to girl's school" "Did you act any different when you were a boy?" A) "Umm... I still am a boy" B) "Just like anyone else.. I guess" C) "I dunno I'm probably less paranoid." "Does anyone else know?" A) "Just you and my sisters." B) "Wait... Did you tell Anyone?" "Is that a wig?" A) "I wish I had thought of that." B) "Nope it's my own hair" "So do you like girls?" A) "I like you." B) "What do you mean by 'like'" C) Nod and a try not to blush. B,C,A,B,C Dianne picked me up before we were able to get any more studying done. On my way to the car Max asked if I wanted to stay late tomorrow and help her study. Dianne thought this was a great idea because, "Frankly driving you home everyday over lunch is exhausting, not that I'm complaining given what you're doing but any break is welcome." The next day I stayed late and surprisingly enough we managed to get a lot of work done. Max, though bad at chemistry, was very smart and driven. We even went over the next chapter and did the next day's homework. When we finished she asked me what I'd like to do. I said I didn't know and there was pause, followed by an uncomfortable silence, then Max looked at me and I asked her about her family. Max was reluctant to talk at first but as she softly spoke the words came more easily. She was the only child of a single mother, a business woman who thought she could raise a child without a man. She had just gone to the sperm bank and selected the best stock. Nine months of being pregnant followed by one year of diaper changes, followed by three years of balancing her child and her career and then said career was in the toilet. She hired a nanny, that worked for a few years but Max was usually alone, and the nanny started stealing. After they fired the nanny Max was put in boarding school. "Just for a semester," and she liked it so the semester became a year and the year became forever. She stayed with her mother every weekend, but they were more like friends than family. Dianne picked me up and asked if Max wanted to have dinner with us. Max called her mom who called the resident adviser then she changed into street clothes (she said she never got to wear street clothes anymore) and we went to a nearby outdoor mall. The three of us looked entirely mismatched. Max was wearing fashionably torn jeans and fashionably lacy black top, Diane was wearing power clothes, a nicely cut pants suit for meetings, and I was wearing a school girl outfit that was slightly too large. I felt like I was ten. Dianne decided to take us out for Chinese food at a nice place with a forty five minute wait. I was self conscious about my clothes, and occasionally people would look. About five minutes into the wait we heard an older woman ask her friend, "I wonder where that little girl goes to school?" Dianne looked at me, at first thinking it was funny, then see saw my look of horror mixed with humiliation. She counted out three twenties, then paused and added a fourth and told Max and me, "There's a clothing store across from us, I'll hold our spot. You have thirty minutes, bring me the change." Max's eyes got wide, she grabbed my hand and practically dragged me. Not that I needed dragging just that it was hard to keep up with her. I didn't know where to start or what to do, which turned out to be very effective, because Max started just handing me stuff. She handed me about four pairs of jeans until we found my size, then she did the the same thing with tops. I hadn't noticed they were all black. When we got back to the Chinese restaurant with 10 minutes to spare Max and I more or less matched. She handed Dianne $4.85 in change, which was left over from the extra twenty that she had to kick in without mentioning it. Dianne took the bills and said, "Aww now I want to match too." The dinner went slow and awkwardly at first, until Dianne broke the topic of me being a guy. Worried I looked around to see if anyone had overheard, but no one did, they all seemed wrapped up in their own conversations. Dianne said she was happy I had a friend and asked if she was okay with everything. Max said yes and that she more or less just thought of me as a girl and that the whole thing was pretty interesting. Dianne hushed her voice and asked if Max thought what we were doing was dishonest. "Two wrongs don't make a right, but than again neither does one wrong. Systems like schools can be cold and uncaring, believe me I know, so it's up to people to do what they think is right. Don't ever be ashamed to help someone just because it's you." Max's voice was clear and unwaivering like she had rehearsed this. * * * The next week went by fast. The class work got harder, after all we were trying to finish it in six weeks. Max and I did well. I was top of the class and she settled into number four. Friday however did not go by so fast. Around 10:45, when Mrs. Oliver was going over our weekend homework assignments, she collapsed, fell over right in the middle of the aisle and cracked her head open on a desk. There was blood everywhere and we thought she was dead. I don't know who had called the school nurse, but she rushed in a few minutes later. One of the other girls was trying to the stop the bleeding using her vest, another girl told us not to move her in case she had a spinal injury. I tried to help, but stayed by the wings. I didn't want to get blood on myself, for fear I'd have to take something off that would expose me, later I was ashamed of that. Max just turned ghost white and stayed in her chair. A teacher arrived with the nurse, this one a man and we were all told to stand out in the hallway. The girl with blood on her clothes told us that it was Mr. Oliver, Mrs. Oliver's husband. A few minutes after that the paramedics arrived and they carried her to an ambulance downstairs, Mr Oliver went with her. We all stayed as the bloody girl explained to the school nurse what had happened. Then we were all excused. Max was pale and she was shaking. I lead her outside, carrying her books for her and sat her down on a bench. She said she just can't stand the sight of blood, and that Mrs. Oliver was one of the best teachers there. She repeated herself a few times, the part about the blood stayed the same, but Mrs. Oliver became her favorite teacher ever. We sat silently, then Max spoke again. "Heya Joan." "What is it?" "I have to go stay with my Mom this weekend." "Is that okay?" "Yeah, but I really need someone to talk to, you think, you think you could come over?" "What about your Mom? Can't you..." I could see worry swelling in her eyes. Her face tensed and sullened all at once. "I didn't mean it like that, I'd really like to, I'll ask." I called Dianne and told her everything that had happened while Max watched. I hadn't been so calm that I can remember, it was like someone was speaking for me, someone who know exactly what she was saying. Maxine looked away when I starting talking about her. "She looks really shaken up, white as a ghost. She said she doesn't want to be alone, can I go stay with her at her Mom's tonight?" I closed the phone. "Yeah, it's okay" Her mother picked us up around 3:00. She was a well composed woman and insisted I sit in the front seat next to her, after all I was a guest. The SUV she drove was clad in leather and wood, covering any bit that might not be luxurious. She was herself was clad in designer suits and superficial conversation. "So Joan, Maxie tells me that you came from Scottsdale, she says you are top of your class." "Oh no, my brother is top of the class, but I'm a close second." "Really, what's he like?" "Oh he's ever so smart and handsome and cool and a snappy dresser." She turned and looked at me funny. "He pays me a dollar every time I tell a girl that. Kinda like how Pepsi pays celebrities to mention them on television." She chuckled politely. "He's in England right now visiting Mom and Dad." I could tell she was impressed as soon as I uttered 'England'. The conversation went back and forth like that a while, as long as I dropped some sort of name be it foreign country or elite school she was happy. She asked Max about what had happened with Mrs. Oliver. Max wasn't feeling very talkative and I intercepted most of the questions. She argued that Mrs. Oliver would be alright, these things happen to older ladies, but it was a shame none the less, and wasn't Mrs. Oliver Max's favorite teacher, and everything would be alright. I thought the "older ladies" comment odd as she looked about the same age. I might have argued, but she was more or less talking to herself anyway. Max's mother lived in a large town home in Cambridge. One of those places where you go up an elevator and then down some anonymous hallway and the whole thing feels vaguely like a hotel. Max's mother stayed in her office most of the night except to tell us when the pizza she had ordered arrived. Max and I went back to her room. She just started just listing her stuff, like she was showing items in a catalog, explaining why this or that was the best this or that money can buy, then she started crying. She sat on the bed and started talking about how pathetic she was but that she couldn't stand the sight of blood, and she didn't understand how something like that could just happen and does that sort of thing happen all the time? I sat next to her with my arm around her for an hour. She went to bed early and I slept in a sleeping bag next to her. I hadn't brought any clothes, so I just borrowed a pair of her old sweats. We both laid in bed for a while, staring at the ceiling, and talking as the odd thought crossed our minds. "I wonder why she fell over, I guess she just fainted." "She ever fainted before?" "Not that I can remember." "You think I'm a wuss for freaking out like that?" "No, besides I'm not really one to talk." "You seem pretty brave to me." "Well I wouldn't be without you." "You been keeping up with your sister in England, telling her what's going on?" "Yeah, I write her every couple of days." "What are you going to say about this?" "I dunno. I hadn't thought about it, anything you want me to leave out?" "...no that's okay I think it's probably better. I just thought of something should I call her Joan when I meet her?" "What else would you call her?" "You're already Joan." "When you meet her I don't think I still be doing this." "Why do you think blood is so red?" "Same reason the sky is blue." "It's like it defines red, I bet we couldn't see red if we didn't bleed." "And we couldn't see blue if there was no sky." "They say bulls can only see red, that's why bull fighters have red capes. I wonder if bulls ever look at the sky." "I wonder if they can look back at their body, I bet they never see themselves bleed." The next morning Dianne called my cell and woke me up. See said the school had called and that Mrs. Oliver was alright, had fainted because of low blood pressure, and had a moderate concussion, but she'd be alright in a week or two. I asked about class Dianne said she didn't know, but that we'd find out on Monday. Dianne asked if we wanted to go visit her in hospital that afternoon. I woke up Max and she nodded quickly. Dianne picked us both up around 11 and we got in to see Mrs. Oliver around noon. She was happy to see us, but groggy. Her eyes were bloodshot, they woke her up due to the concussion and kept her on stimulants most of the night. She said she had just gotten off them and was going to pass out any minute, then she passed out. Mr. Oliver was a in a good mood, which seemed to put Max in a good mood. He said it could have been a lot worse and that Mrs. Oliver was just standing too long because the class was two hours instead of one. He said he was going to get her a stool and some orthopedic socks. I asked him if there was going to be class on Monday, he said they were both taking at least a week off and that hopefully there would be a sub, but that he didn't know. The whole visit relaxed Max and I felt better too. A few other girls from class came in and Mr. Oliver started explaining the situation to them. We went home and dropped Max off along the way, it turns out we only live about seven miles from one another. * * * That night Dianne went on a date. She was fairly hush about the whole thing, but said I shouldn't expect her back that night and would I be okay by myself. I said sure, planning to play on the computer the whole night. Around eight o'clock I got an IM asking if I would like to be SlyDemon91's friend along with the message, "It's me Max." SlyDemon91: "Whatcha up to" "Just playing games" SlyDemon91: "Oh you busy? I can go" "Sort of but it's boring what's up" SlyDemon91: "Nothing my Mom left on a trip, been watching youtube but nothing's on" "Lol, yeah Dianne's out on a date till tomorrow" SlyDemon91: "Really? Want to come over? :)" "Yes, but I can't" SlyDemon91: "Why not?" "No ride" SlyDemon91: "I can drive" "Really?" SlyDemon91: "Yeah I have a car" "Really?" SlyDemon91: "Mom got it for my 16th birthday. I can't park it at school, so it's just here. She drives it more than I do" "What if we get in trouble?" SlyDemon91: "By who?, they're both gone" "Thinking..." SlyDemon91: "I'm on my way. Pack a bag" SlyDemon91 has logged out. I had taken the evening off of being a girl and was dressed in my actual clothes. I had a cap on so my head looked more or less normal. 15 minutes later Max pulled up in a blue 1997 Mazda Miata. She gave me a funny look and asked if I was gonna do guy tonight and then she asked if we were on a date then. I said no, and then she said she could wait so I went back to my room and got changed. We went out a saw a movie about people getting killed by the Internet, it was PG-13 and it wasn't very good. We went back to her Mom's townhouse and she said we could get away with pretty much anything we felt like that night and pulled out a bottle of vodka. "Just one shot. I'm not planning on getting wasted. Just one shoot and I'll put the bottle away. Consider it chemistry homework about alcohol or something." We both took a shot. I got drunk immediately. Next we went up and jumped on her bed until we heard something snap and the bed shifted slightly. Then we had a pillow fight, not a nice pillow fight. The first thing she did was to throw a heavy couch pillow into my balls. I fell over and groaned as she pointed and laughed, then she continued to pummel me in the head with the same pillow. She was taller than I was, and had a longer reach and about the only thing I could come up with was holding a pillow up like a shield and just running into her. Her mother had an immaculate black piano. I don't know if she still played or if Max played. There wasn't any sheet music nearby. We sat down on the bench and just pounded on the keyboard playing notes at random. Max suggested we only do that for a minute so the neighbors wouldn't call the cops. We crashed on the couch. "When is your Mom getting home?" "I dunno, late on Sunday. But don't worry about that. Last year the school talked her into getting a family phone. She rations my talk time. Yeah I know it's embarrassing. But there's also GPS on the phones, Lo-Jack for kids. She doesn't even know how to check it, a few months ago I turned in on on her phone as well. See she's in Chicago." Max held up the phone and showed me that her mother was indeed in Chicago. "She ever check yours?" "No, a few months ago I expressed mailed it to myself through Las Vegas just to mess with her. She never noticed." "You like messing with people don't you?" "Yes, yes I do... Truth or Dare?" "Okay, truth?" I hated this game, because people always me what I've done, and I hadn't really done anything. "Who's the first boy you kissed?" "I'm not gay." "Okay who's the first girl?" "Technically my Mom, I guess." Max rolled her eyes and gave me a funny look, "Okay your turn." "Truth or Dare?" "Dare." "Go have another drink." I picked truth a few times after that, wanting to avoid Max making me drink in return, but she kept asking me embarrassing questions, like "Who was your first girlfriend?" and "Have you ever stolen anything?" My answers were just, "No," and I felt like a total loser. She kept saying "Dare." I'd give her something to do involving eating or drinking something odd, like ice cream with pepper on it. Nothing seemed to phase her though. Eventually I got sick of "Truth" and asked for "Dare." She was really drunk as I had dared her into two more shots. She made a production out of thinking about it, talking to herself and dismissing her own ideas without naming anything specifically. Eventually she settled onto something. "You know what would be fun? Come on." She lead me upstairs were she handed me a satin burgundy bundle. It was her bridesmaid dress from a few years ago, which she thought might fit me. I'd never worn a full length dress before. The fabric was smooth and cool and the way it sweep across my body as I moved was different from men's clothing or even my school clothes. The dress was wearing me as much as I was wearing it. We continued and I called "Dare" a few more times. Max ended up doing my makeup and my nails, and I ended up doing hers and getting her into one of her mom's evening dresses. "So are we done with truth or dare now? Anything else you want to do?" "I could go one more round but it's your turn. The maid comes in tomorrow before my Mom, so we don't really need to worry about cleaning up." "Shouldn't we put the vodka away?" "The maid does not care. She gets paid by the hour, plus she likes me way more than my mom." "Okay dare I guess, we haven't done truth in a while, but dare is more fun." "Hmm there is one thing I'd like to do, but we don't have to go too far. I just want to try it out." She lead my up to her Mom's room and over to her dresser. "I saw the maid cleaning this stuff once." She opened the draw. At first I wasn't sure what I was seeing, black leather straps mostly. "My Mom's into some interesting stuff." She accented the word 'interesting'. "The maid won't know it wasn't her using it, maybe we could just play around a little?" "What do you do with it?" "Tie each other up I think. We don't have to do anything, I just wanted to see what it's like." Max accented the word 'have'. "You want me to tie you up?" "I'm daring you to tie me up." I had no idea what I was doing. I found a few pairs of padded cuffs. They were made of leather, not like the cops use. I cuffed Max's hands behind her back and her ankles together. She rolled around on the bed a little and jested at moaning. My penis started to press against my underwear. I tried to ignore it and asked Max, "So how is it?" She rolled her eyes and smiled. "Fun actually. I wish you knew how to use some of those other things." "Yeah, I don't know how they work." "Can I try some of it?" "I don't know how they work." "No, I mean on you." "Oh." I stopped, this all seemed so weird. I was getting turned on but I didn't know if Max was, or if she just wanted to try things out as she had said. There was an awkward pause when all I heard was my heart beating, and all I could feel was my penis wriggling on its own. "Please? Just to see how they work, that's all I swear." "Okay, but just to see how it works." Max's eyes gleamed as I uncuffed her. She put her hands on my shoulders and guided me onto the bed. She sat behind me and pulled my hands behind my back, not in any hurry she clasped the cuffs around my wrists. The cuffs I had used on her ankles went round my arms just above the elbows. "I don't think these are for your legs, I saw something else for those." Max came back with a two foot long bar with cuffs on either end. "Get a load of this thing." She spread my legs and cuffed each ankle. With my legs spread my penis popped out and pressed up through the panties tenting the satin dress, now hiked up to my thighs. "Everything okay? You enjoying yourself" "Yes." I was so excited I felt like my eyes were going to pop out of head. "So you don't want me to stop?" Max looked at me quite seriously. I just shook my head. "Good, I don't want to stop either." Her fingers ran across my back and down to my butt then pushed me to the center of her bed. "Oh my gawd." "What is it?" "You ever see that movie Pulp Fiction?" "You found the gimp?" "Hmm... I wonder what the maid would do with him?" She ran her fingers through my hair and pulled it back, then gently pulled a finger down my bottom lip opening my mouth, inserted a rubber ball and fastened its straps behind my head. I was reeling, everything felt so erotic. Max touched her nose to mine "You'll have to do this to me sometime." Then she slid her mouth down and gave me the single most enjoyable moment of my life. Max's attitude was a little different the next morning. I slept on the couch until about 10 but I knew my sister was going to be home around noon so I had to wake Max up. Her door was open but she was passed out hard, drool sliding out the corner of her mouth and she was still in the dress from last night. I took a shower in the hall bathroom hoping that would wake her up. It did and she knocked on the door to ask for some aspirin. When I finally got out she was just sitting on her bed with her head down her palms propping up her forehead. "You ever have a hang over? Anything happen after I passed out?" "Ahh I went to bed. On the couch." "Yeah how was it?" "Good, I think I slept alright. I hate to bug you but I need to get home, Diana's gonna be back in an hour." "Oh shit." She tossed some clothes on, but skipped the shower and drove me home. The conversation was a little awkward. "I'm not usually like that, and don't say anything, you're the one who got me drunk." "Hey you did a lot more to me." "Oh yeah, was that your first time?" "...Yep." "Was it... you know... good? Sorry I was so drunk." I blushed red again. I tried to be careful with my words but I couldn't think of any careful words to say, "It was great." "So does that make me a lesbian?" "I don't know. I mean I am a guy." "Yeah, but I think of you as a girl. How old are you?" "Eighteen." "Good for a while there I thought I might be in trouble. You look younger." "Sorry." "Was it really great?" "Yes." I nodded my satisfaction. Max dropped me off at home and I heard Dianne start to open the garage door about two minutes later. I just rushed into bed and pretended I'd been sleeping the whole time. When I got up from that I decided to take another shower just to be consistent, during which it occurred to me that the two might have passed on the street, and Dianne might have seen Max and I might be in a lot of trouble. Fortunately it turned out not to be the case and Dianne just asked if I wanted to go see a movie with her. * * * My mind had been so wrapped around what had happened with Max I hadn't given much thought to Mrs. Oliver and class. So on Monday morning when Dianne said they had arranged a substitute I hadn't thought anything of it. Walking into the classroom my mind was only thinking about whether or not things would be the same with Max, and also of course how much I wanted to do that thing again, and again, and again. I hadn't time to go by her dorm before class, but she was sitting in her usual seat and I sat next to her. "Heya Joan, sorry if I acted a bit weird yesterday when I dropped you off." "That's okay, it was a strange night. Let's just try to get back to class." "Sounds good to me, you hear anything about the substitute?" It was then that I started to look around for the teacher, it was then that I noticed his name written on the board, it was 'Mr. Davidson'. "Shit," I stated under my breath. I got along fine with Mr. Davidson, but my sister did not. It's just that she likes pushing everyone's buttons and Mr. Davidson had so many to push. He was a nerd. So was I, and so was my sister for that matter. It's better to say he was a nerd that took everything just a little too seriously. I'd imagine you wouldn't want to start any sort of conversation in which any sort of imaginary charac