I remembered my own time in the hot seat just outside the principal's office in high school. It was apparent that the long wait had greatly increased ...er anxiety. Her T-shirt was soaked with perspiration and anyone who could sweat in the 70 degree atmosphere of an interview room was either sick or extremely nervous. I asked her calmly if she needed anything, which was not a normal question.I sat down in the chair across from her, but leaned forward so that I was almost in her face. She pressed. "She chuckled at the way she had said that.Mick put his hands modestly over his bosom. "I guess I don't have anychoice," he said in surrender.She told him, "Like I explained, it's up to you. You can try to earnback your manhood or not. I kind of like the idea of having you thisway. And who knows? You might decide you like it, too."How could she even suggest that? The thought of remaining trapped inthis pink, hairless body, so female, and having to speak in his newgirly voice, appalled. "What do Mom and Dad think about this?" I didn't tell them for the longest time," she confessed. "I had to hide it from them. I used to make excuses to get away for an evening. But I got busted a couple of weeks ago. They were furious, and wondered how I could do that to you. But you see, Pat ... I didn't mean to do it to you. I just wanted to be in a band with my boyfriend. Mom and Dad told me that I had to tell you right away. But I wanted to talk to you, anyhow."It was a lot to swallow. A. Over the next couple of hours though my teasing of him and his chatting me up intensified.Towards the end of the night, the bar had begun to empty somewhat. A lot of people had begun to make their way to a local nightclub, leaving the bar much quieter.Richy increasingly spent more time inside, chatting me up.His partner on the door, a big bloke called Terry didn't seem to mind.In fact Richy told me that Terry thought I "was a bit of tasty stuff".Asking him if he felt the same I got the positive.