Her grin went from ear to ear and a demonic gleam appeared in her eyes.‘Where is it? Are you wearing it now? No? Why not?’I mentioned the increase...d maintenance in the bathroom. Besides, there is absolutely no way to wear it discretely together with your birthday-suit. Rather unfortunate if you intend to take a shower with your partner and keep a certain secret.‘Put it on.’Grinning, fingers drumming on my belly, she looked a bit like a predator ready to pounce. I felt a bit steamrolled:. I found blood. "Blood? What thefuck?" I was bleeding. Was something they did to be messed up? Didsomething fall apart on me? Then I remembered the doctor said. I wouldhave periods just like a real woman, since that was what I was now, Areal woman. "FUCK!!" I ran back to the kitchen to find a phone. Next tothe phone was everyone's numbers. Who do I call? The doctor, Dad,Rachel...who? I felt too weird calling my Dad about having a bleedingsnatch. I mean I haven't even seen him yet since this all. I'm sure they saw themselves aspersecuted freedom fighters, everyone else just saw them as annoyingfaux-lesbians."In a separate statement from the school it defends that particularruling by saying, 'The Debutante Ball is in no way an expression ofsexuality and while we celebrate the diversity of our students westrive to uphold the traditions of generations of Debutante Balls'." Iunderstand the quest for rating but did they have any idea what sort ofstorm they were brewing?"Does it seem fair to. “I remember you said you found a love for pastrami,” she said. “I share that affliction. What are two Southern girls doing, liking pastrami?”I’m still digesting the idea that she and I are ‘Southern girls’, what with me being nineteen and her in her seventies, but we did end up here having lived in the same corner of Louisiana.She continued, “We’ve become somewhat homogenized. The old regional lines have been crossed so many times ... I won’t even begin to approach Grandma Desai’s.