He got in bed and kissed Sarah good night. She was surprisedas he seldom kissed her good night. She wondered what was goingthrough his mind. He lay th...re and wondered what she was going tohave him wear for work tomorrow. The next morning she told him he could wear his men's shirt andpants but the rest was to be women's clothes. He got dressed andwhen he walked into the dining area Sarah laughed. She pointed outthat his nipples were showing, poking his shirt out. She told hima bra would. He sat and watched the battle take place once more, and a shiver went down his spine. He hit the space bar, freezing the image of the battleship firing her weapons.Picking up the phone, he placed a call to the Secretary General's office. Turning his chair, he looked out over the city, pondering what this could mean for this world. While he waited for the phone to be picked up at the other end and heard a woman's voice come on."Secretary General's Office, Marcia Donaldson speaking, how may I. That was about it.I really could have done anything else with my time off. This pitiful exercise in nostalgia was keeping me away from, I don’t know, road trips to sunny coastal resorts down south, or going to that ski slope just out of town. I could have checked out if that massage parlour near the train station really was as dodgy as everyone said it was. I could have sat in the pub all day and got pissed on my own. It would still have felt slightly less embarrassing than this.I figured if I. "Aw, she don't think I'm funny!" he hooted at me."Screw off, dude!" I bit back. The boy laughed defensively."Damn, girl, chill out. I bet you just need some good dick, huh?" He and his friends all laughed and continued pestering me. I knew that was what I needed, but I damn well was not going to get it from boys like that. At lunch, my friend Lily and I talked about gossip from around the school."Well, I heard that one of the softball girls pulled a full porno move and fucked a plumber." What!?.