We just don't know if weshould go back to being white guys, or stay as bein' black women. Imean, it would obviously be such a huge change to be black...women fulltime... School be' startin' soon, and my girls gots' to go back..."Well listen," said Miss Waterston, "there is plenty of time to make sucha huge life decision, and there is no rush. Also, you are far from thefirst people who have yet to determine their gender, or if they will dosomething so radical like sex-assignment surgery. I can. I enrolled anyway.My first couple of semesters went by quickly. I got straight A's. I was a 4.0 student. I began to think that maybe I wasn't so stupid after all. I still didn't date. I especially couldn't date anyone in school. I was closer in age to the teachers than the students. Starting something with an instructor was more trouble than it was worth. And the thought of starting anything vaguely romantic with one of these young girls made me feel like a pervert.Then I met Alex in a trig. I felt myself sweating, flushing and then turning cold, shivering. I felt inundated, overwhelmed with a sense of desolation and sorrow. It actually felt like my life had ended. I loved this woman with every fibre of my being and she had deliberately and coldly betrayed that love.I started to feel another emotion - anger. No, not anger, rage. I shook with ire, I saw that I had clenched my firsts, digging my nails into my palms. So I sat there, for what seemed like hours, but was probably no more. . The next few days at home were strange, to say the least. I acted as if I had no idea what went on during that night and so did Jill, but I found that I was looking at my sister in a whole new way. She had blown me, for god's sake! I was fully realizing, when our paths would cross around the house, just what a gorgeous babe she really was. I found myself craving another night like the one before...one where perhaps more than just head might take place...but I was confused. If it was OK with.