"Do what?" Jon asked. "You seem perfectly happy being as you are."
"Oh, I am," Mike assured Jon. "My hips really haven't changed shape, at least not much, but I'm a lot more limber this way. I found out that women who play contact sports wear something called a pelvic protector, and it looks a lot more comfortable than a hard plastic cup. Wearing girl's panties all day is a real kick. Some of the guys in the locker room have even flirted with me. I'm gonna buy some pantyhose and try wearing 'em tomorrow."
"So, is there anything else I can do for you?" Jon asked.
"Well, yeah, uh, I was just thinking that maybe, if you're not busy, and if you don't have to study or wash your hair or something, that you might, um, ah..."
"Would you like to come to the dance after Friday's game with me?" Jon asked.
"Oh, why, yes! Sure! I mean, I'd love to! It's wonderful for you to think of that, and to think of me that way!" Mike gushed. "Can we talk again before then? Will you call? Have I given you my number?"
"I'm sure we'll see each other at school," Jon told Mike, handing him a small pad of paper. "And as to your number, why don't you write it down here?"
"Oh my!" exclaimed Mike. "Danny Bryson is going to be so jealous!"
I wonder what I should tell Karyn, Jon thought.
