Fully expecting another missionary of some type but hoping I was wrong, I pulled on my terrycloth robe and padded barefoot to the door. Placing my eye...to the peephole, I was greeted by my friend Andrew looking back with one of his silly grins. Smiling myself, I pulled open the door. ‘Andrew, what are you doing here this morning?’ ‘I brought breakfast,’ he said, holding up a white paper bag and two paper cups. ‘Coffee, muffins, and fresh strawberries from the Farmers’ Market.’ I pushed open the. They really were BFFs.And I'd let my manly self-esteem try to derail that.I finished getting dressed and hurried through the door into the gym. Thegaggle of girls standing in a loose clump on the far side of the floor gaveme a direction in which to go. When I neared the group, I saw that Mrs.Burchett, aka The Butcher, was going over the day's planned activity."The teams will be six versus six," she said, walking back and forth infront of her class. "I expect you to work together with the others. I swear, he's Jim's revenge."Her mother laughed. "Well, you were your father's revenge on me..."Lisa continued. "There's just one problem, ma."Her mother sighed. "Allison. I know. I've made it abundantly clear toher that she will do this the way you want, and with a smile on herface, but you know how she is."Lisa's shoulders slumped. "I know. I know." Come on," I said. "We'll get her into this. I mean, if I can be madeto do it, so can she."They both gave me the half-smile that seemed to happen. What a...am I suppose to do with these?" he stammered. He knew whatthey were and was confused as to why a boy would ever wear them."Put them on of course silly. It's either wear a panty girdle or a gaffif you want to be comfortable in your new pants. If you would ratherhave the gaff I could get some for you but you'll have to take off yourpanties. I understand that dancer's gaffs can be painful. You will haveto tuck your manly equipment back up inside your body to wear one. Iwouldn't recommend.