"Isn't this about our participation in The Program?" I asked, but began to realize that maybe it wasn't. Maybe there was a bit of hope after all."Shou...d she be here?" the principal asked. "Why would she be here?"Jennifer and I looked at each other, more curious now than anything else."I guess..." I just thought that..." Hmph." Miss Pomeroy shook her head. "Your mother is not here. I wanted to meet with the two of you to discuss an outreach possibility." Like being naked at home?" I asked,. "That's pretty much it is right! Do you girls, when you girls ask thissort of thing of guys, ever consider what it is you are really asking?"Bobby said."Ignoring a guy's girlaphobia or not," Julie said."Girlaphobia is legitimate in this case. You're asking me to dress as agirl! Julie, guys don't dress as girls! Not for any good reason except afew that, I should note, can Mark a guy for life," Bobby said."I'm asking you to allow me to feminize you, go out with the girls yes,but safely. Safely,. “I’m glad,” I said, truthfully. Mom only smiled and told me to return to my room. Irealized that she’d probably shown Ann my answers, andfelt a little embarrassed about being so open, myself. I heard Mom making some more phone calls, and wonderedwho she was calling. More to the point, I wondered ifshe was telling someone about all of this. Before Icould try to eavesdrop, she was off the phone andcalling us into the hall. Mom told us to shower, shave our legs, and get. He nodded rapidly, eagerly, hungrily. I said, "Do you want me now?", which brought precisely the same response. I cupped my hand under his chin and raised his face to mine: "Do we have an agreement?" It was then that I could see it: his eyes were teary. Teary and pleading. I hadn’t been able to see that before because the room was dark, but in the light drifting in from the streetlamps, I could now see he was in anguish about what he wanted to do to his daughter, what he already was doing to.