"That would be an absurdity, I thought to myself. I can't just work forthe purpose of looking like a girl and buying the necessaries for it.What kind ...of sense would that make? After all, I didn't want to be agirl. Absentmindedly I played with a pigtail. As soon as I became awareof what I was doing, my next problem came to mind."There's still another problem. Mrs. Weber said she would like to see mewith my hair down." Oh, that's no problem at all," Biene replied. With a quick movement ofher. And a lot of clothing which, much to his horror included underwear, on the floor. So he desperately cleaned up, throwing the majority of it under his bed, and the rest into the cabinet under the TV where it could easily be hidden. He then walked around his room, scouting for what he missed, and deemed it guest-worthy just as the doorbell rang. Ben, can you please get it? Called his mom from upstairs, and so he did. Mias mother stood in the doorway, She was obviously sleep deprived, and likely. " Are you two conspiring behind my back?" I asked, not really upset."Not any more. You know all about it now," she laughed."Is our wedding tomorrow going to have the usual stuff about love, honour and obey? Especially, the obey part," I asked, trying to pull off a serious scowl."In your dreams," she chuckled. "We're a partnership, remember. I'll be an equal as your wife and you'll be a subservient husband." Figures," I mumbled, knowing full well that she was teasing.Saturday morning dawned dark. He gave me his number and I could not believe it. We texted for a while then one late night, he said "let me come over. You can come out and sit in the car with me. We can talk." I was young, I didn't really know what hanging out late night meant. I hopped into the car thinking we were just going to talk. And we did... He made me feel so comfortable. I was texting a lot because I was still a little nervous, an older guy was really interested in me?! He noticed that I wasn't really paying.