When we got back to the room, he continued to control all of our actions. "Undress me, and you better treat my clothes with respect." I did, of course... I unbuttoned his shirt, pulled it from his impossibly broad chest, and hung it in the closet. Then I helped him out of his shoes, and his socks, and carefully placed them at the foot of the bed. I then undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants, unzipped his fly, and lowered his pants to the floor. I took these, too, to the closet and hung them. I appreciated her offer to help, but I didn’t really have the time to try and explain the complexities of what I was trying to accomplish. I had a self-imposed deadline and I was bumping up against the timeline to get things accomplished.“I’ve got spreadsheet experience,” Olivia proffered from the doorway. “Just show me what you want done and I can do it for you.”“I am trying to graph out sales figures by product line,” I said. “I put in the formula, but the graphing isn’t happening.”Olivia. It was hysterical! And all the while she’s saying, ‘You can get this Carolyn. You’re doing great!’ It was all I could do to keep a straight face!’ ‘Well, if I had known,’ I got out before Carolyn again spoke over me. ‘Yeah, if you had known you would have just laid there and starved. I bet if you had known the car I borrowed to get there was a straight you would have really felt dumb, too,’ she grinned. I could not be mad. I had been punked, and it had been for my own good. Still, with everyone. And by this time, I really was looking like a girl. I wasstill kind of short and delicate-looking for my age and withthe makeup, a ribbon to hide my Adam's apple and all, moststrangers couldn't tell the difference.I noticed that it was about time for school to start andbegged Mother to stop this punishment, because I couldn't goto school looking like *this*. She laughed and told me that a"special friend" of hers in the school system had arranged forher to be able to home school me until I was.