The phone rang on the Friday night. It was Peter, asking if I was still okay for the Saturday. I heard myself saying Yes and agreeing to see him at about 2pm.
So on Saturday morning I went through my routine once more. Shaving my legs of the very few little hairs there were, putting on my make-up very carefully – today I chose a light blue eye shadow and a slightly deeper pink lipstick – and nice sexy underwear.
Why am I putting on sexy underwear, I thought to myself. This is a boy and really you are a boy as well, even though he sees you as a girl. Was this leaving me open to trouble? Why wear sexy underwear?

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