Sometimes, the universe really shoves its foot up your ass, you know? Nothing for me to do but suck it up and move on. For two years, Wendy has been l...ing to me. Telling me Stephanie was my daughter. For two years, I have been living a lie. Women are evil! Ugh! I offered her everything and she ripped out my heart. That bitch! I left Brockton, and moved to the city of Norwood. One of the whitest towns in the state of Massachusetts. The only thing Black about Norwood is the asphalt. It’s far from. To break the tension, I offered her a coffee and we sat down to talk about what she had in mind for her photos and I went through what I was actually capable of and what we could do with the light we had available. I sat her on the stool that I use for my own photos in front of the window and proceeded to take some headshots just to get her used to the idea of posing for the camera and what I would require her to do. It was mostly just about getting her comfortable with it but I was really. ”Mum kissed Carol and Mary on the cheek and hugged me tightly, “You girls have done an excellent job with my little ruffian: no longer a rowdy boy, instead he is now a gentle girl-boy."I was quiet for the rest of the afternoon and during our meal. I was afraid my mother was putting on a front and that there would be hell to pay when we got home. After tea, I got up to go to Betty’s bedroom.“What are you doing?”“I’m going to get changed.”“Don’t do that. You look pretty. I want to walk home hand. I'd make you eat mine right now, but that's not on me yet," she said in a firm tone. Her words pushed down whatever her own cravings were. "We're getting you pledges dressed up tomorrow night and taking you somewhere special. Then, we'll see if you have what it takes to join Phi Gamma Omega."The next night arrived. Our big sisters had given us all simple instructions: dress in the hottest outfits you can. Though what had they meant by that? Club hot? Formal event hot? Trashy hot? All of those.