He was dressed the same. He was an eight-year-old girl. Zane said nothing, made no exclamation. He merely stood and lookedat his reflection a while... in shock. Not knowing what to make of hissituation, he put down his book and walked out of the library. Out in the street, it was dark. Zane felt the wind blowing throughthe folds of his dress, and realized that in his present form hecouldn't possibly walk home. His thoughts were a blur, and he couldthink nothing, confronted with the raw. These they found were not locked, and they selected the right one first behind it another room beckoned. They, by now expected a dungeon, what they found was a tall white painted room the only creature comforts being an empty grated fireplace and a coal bin, a light chain lift dangled in the centre of the big echoing room, a pillory, a doctor`s examination couch and a tall cupboard cum giant wardrobe, stood untouched for some time. Dust thick and untouched for some years coated everything. . Green stood before the group to address them: “Good morning everyone, and welcome to Harkin Point. I am glad to see you all made it. Today’s field trip is less about a formal lesson on sexuality, and more of an opportunity for you all to get more connected with your naked bodies, and with those of others. I assume this is the first time to a nude beach for most, if not all of you, so I will go through a few things with you. Don’t be afraid to look, just be respectful to others. Smile politely. I frowned, feeling more than a little uncertain about thesituation."I didn't believe it either until I tried one on," mom grinned, herexcitement beginning to come back. "It was so unbelievable that I had toget a couple made for both of us."Still not sure exactly what to make of the situation, I glanced back andforth between mom and the suits. "But..." I asked slowly, "why would youwant to wear one of these things that just looks like you?" It didn'treally make any sense.Mom just looked at me.