I'm notgay; I'm not even bi. But pretty is pretty. And the girl with the pinkparasol had nudged my desires. Nothing would ever happen. I knew that.But...I didn't know about sissies. Who did what to whom? Was it exciting?Was it fun?"Sandy, what IS a sissy? I mean, what happens? Why would a cross-dresseridentify herself as a sissy instead of, say, transexual?" Well, as I understand it, these days, a sissy often means a submissivesissy. You said she had a girlfriend. That means her girlfriend. I'm not the enemy."That drew some appreciative laughter and helped break the ice."I'll be here the next six weeks, and I hope we can learn from one another," Jamie continued. "The section we are going to cover will concern mitosis, cytokinesis and how and why cells mutate. Why they mutate and why some of the mutations are carcinogenic."I checked my watch and silently slipped on my surgical mask – plenty sufficient to keep the compound out of my system. I alone had a mask; I had some concerns. Twored button earrings hung from her ears. Her crowning glory was the maneof golden blonde hair that now fell down her shoulders."Why the hell did you do this to my hair!", he shrieked, almost crying."It's blonde. My mom is going to be pissed." That's the point," she laughed. After seeing he didn't think it wasfunny, she tried to comfort him. "It's going to be okay." It's not going to be okay. You don't understand. I'm a..." A what? A boy. I know."He looked stunned for a moment and then asked.. As I lie down here, with him staring and gazing lovingly down at me, he questions me this kindheartedly: Have I done anything to make you cry, Tori? My eyes flash and flicker luminously with expensive but worthless tears. I didnt know that you could be this bona fide and factual and existent, Jace, and now I gradually fear that you are going to leave and walk out on me just like that. At this, he silently hugs me and holds me so fantastically close to himself, stroking my back and shushing me.