. I mean, I am a man!" But tomorrow you won't be. Oh, love. Do relax and enjoy the thoughtthat tomorrow you will be fully and irrevocably a girl. ...ook, your dickknows good news when you hear it. Besides, look in the mirror. Justlook! I know you like what you are right now, and that is onlytechnically a man. With a body like that you'd never pass for one, butthat does not bother you. And why should it?"She was right, of course, but I wasn't really listening - just one of herwords caught. Speaking in baseball terms, I hadn’t gone past first. Not that it really bothered me. I’ve never been one of those girls who went around bragging about how far they’d gone and with who. It was never that important to me I guess. After reading the chapter as many times as I could take, I glanced up at the clock. I decided I’d go a few minutes early today, hoping to change his opinion of me. Slinging my book bag over my shoulder, I walked out of the library down to Senior hall. I started copying. He was tall and well-built, having played rugby for his University in his younger days, which were not so long ago. The confessional was supposed to be anonymous, but with only two priests it was obvious which one was hearing confessions on any particular day, and the women seemed to have rather more sins when it was Father Reilly. Some of their sins were explained to him in more detail than to the older priest; it is doubtful if the old man's heart would have stood the strain of hearing some. The unexpectedly warm weather took us by surprise and, when we both returned to the apartment after our days at work, our small apartment was roughly the temperature the sun. We grabbed out spare blankets and barred the windows, but it was already too late. The dreadful heat had already permeated the air, and, with no air conditioner to speak of, it promised to be a miserable afternoon. We spent the evening covered in sticky sweat, subsisting on ice cream in an attempt to lower our body.