Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: Friendly Traveler's Inn: Room 212
Part: 5 of 12
Universe: Friendly Traveler's Inn
Summary: Mike Webber had trouble dating, so he set out to visit the 'hook-up'
motel his friend told him about and met Lois, who had even worse issues, and
wasn't quite what she appeared to be -- or was she?

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anal voy bi 1st tg

Chapter 5

	It was every bit as godawful as Lois expected -- and then it wasn't.
Mike made her parade around the room in a bra and panties, then put
clothespins on her nipples -- to make them puff up, he said.  He put on a
bunch of gay porn and abused them both verbally while he jerked off.  He made
Lois get down and suck Ed's cock -- and that backfired; Lois didn't mind
sucking Ed's cock.  Oh, she wouldn't have done it under other circumstances,
naturally, but given the situation, the mindset from the previous episode
stole over her quickly, and she just gave of herself to Ed.  Ed hated himself
for it, but he enjoyed it immensely; Lois absolved him of any guilt or blame
quietly when she stood up afterward, which pissed off Mike no end.  Next, of
course, was blowing Mike -- which was nowhere near as pleasant, but she'd done
it once already that evening.  He pinched her nipples and called her names and
tried to make her feel miserable -- and she tried her damnedest to make it the
world's shortest blowjob.  When it was over, and he'd called her every nasty
name he could think of, he had two words for Ed:  "Fuck her."

	The idea of getting fucked didn't come as a surprise to Lois -- she'd
expected Mike to do it, as he had on the previous occasion.  But no, Mike was
trying to ruin them for each other -- so Lois decided not to let it happen.
Coming forward, she took Ed's hand, "I haven't done this much -- how do you
want me?  On my back?  On my knees?"

	"I don't want to do this, Lo," Ed husked.

	"I know -- that's why he wants you to," Lois told him softly.  "Fuck
him.  Let's REALLY piss him off -- let's enjoy it!"

	"What?"

	Lois cocked her head.  "You SAID you wanted to date me -- I ASSUME
that you want to fuck me..."

	Ed blinked.  "Well, yeah...  In a perfect world..."

	"Let's make do."  Lois reached out and grabbed Ed's half-erect cock.
She was surprised; the more sultry and seductive she acted, the more she
enjoyed it.  "Show me what a hot lover you are, so I can tell the girls all
about it.  They'll be lining up drooling -- but I may not let them have
you..."

	"Lo...  Jeezus!"  Ed's cock was an iron bar, just like that!  Lois led
him to Mike's fold-out couch; Ed grabbed the bottle of lube that Mike had laid
out on the way.  Lois backed onto the couch and lifted her legs, "How's this,
Honey?"

	"Yeah...  Okay..."  Ed made a production of lubing himself -- then
lubing her.

	"I'm sorry I don't have..." Lois husked.

	"Yeah, well..."  'Okay, so, she doesn't have a pussy.  Not her
fault...' Ed thought.  He probed her ass gently with a finger.  "How's that?"

	"Not bad... Kind of nice.  Not like SOME people," Lois swept a glare
at Mike.  "Go ahead -- whatever it takes..."  It really wasn't bad, actually,
if you weren't being abused.  "Yeah...  What's that?" she asked as an urgent,
if not pleasurable, sensation flashed through her.

	Ed thought a second and said, "Your G-spot."  'Okay, so it's a
prostate...'

	"You can poke that..." Lois husked.

	"I will, then."

	"Jeez, you guys -- hurry up!" Mike ranted.  This wasn't going his way.
"Poke her ass!  Shit!"

	"Two fingers, first?" Ed asked.

	"Do what you have to," Lois replied, shooting Mike a glance.  "We
don't want him getting stupid."

	Ed made the penetration as gentle as he could; it still wasn't a
picnic for Lois, but she worked at getting used to it.  That Ed was being slow
and gentle helped.  When he was in and had lubed their juncture for the third
time, Lois stopped him.  "That's plenty.  Come here."  Ed put the bottle down
and leaned forward.  "Play with my breasts," Lois whispered.

	Ed smiled and did as she asked while slowly working himself in her.
Lois was right -- there was almost too much lube -- and not enough friction.
But that evened out, too, after a bit, and the pleasure started ramping up for
Ed.  "How is it?" he asked.

	"Nice..."  Once it was going, it wasn't bad.  Lois' nipples were
reacting to their workout, too, actually elongating and hardening just a bit.
Ed's cock was pleasant, if not pleasurable, and between his stroke, occasional
impacts on her 'G-spot' and the flashes from her nipples, Lois was enjoying
things a good deal more than expected.

	Mike had wandered over to watch with glowing eyes.  "Play with your
clit, bitch!"

	Lois reached down to rub her stubby erection, and things started to
take off.  "Mmmmm, yes..."

	"God, what a fucking slut!" Mike started taunting -- and Lois could
care less.  The taunts actually helped her focus, find herself, characterize
herself.  She was Lois, she was a slut, and she was fucking Ed -- and she was
enjoying it!  Mike ranted on and Ed looked unhappy, but his hips kept sending
his cock into her depths, and that was all that mattered.

	"Jeez, Mike!  Enough!" Ed complained.

	Lois brought a hand to his cheek and said, "Shhhh!  Let him have his
fun.  Fuck me!  I want to feel you inside me!  Fuck me!"

	For Ed, Lois was back and forth -- the cock, tiny as it was, bothered
him.  This was his friend -- his MALE friend!  But the eyes said different --
the face said different -- and the voice begging him to put the meat to her
said different.  They said she was FEMALE -- VERY female!  Ed focused on Lois'
face and milking her nipples and fucking and ignored the fact that she was
jacking herself off -- and started to feel a tickle in his balls...  "Ah,
shit!  Gonna cum!  Oh, yeah, Baby!"

	"Cum!  Cum!  Give it to me!" Lois wailed.  Ed grunted and buried his
cock in her and she could feel his hardness pulse -- and rockets went off and
the piece of flesh that was both too big and too small to be worth anything in
her fingers pulsed and dribbled on her belly...  "Oh, God!  YES!!!"

	Mike stood there, grumbling.  "You're shitting me, right?
Simultaneous orgasms?  Jesus fucking Christ!"

	Lois turned her head and eyed him for a moment, then said, "Fuck you!"

	Mike grinned.  "You will, you needle-dicked bitch!  You will!"

	The really horrible, disgusting thing about the evening was what Mike
did to Ed.  Mike made him suck his cock, then he fucked him -- brutally --
probably because he was pissed at the way they'd handled his requirement that
they fuck.  He tried to make Ed suck Lois' cock while he was jamming his cock
in Ed's ass, but Lois wouldn't get hard -- the whole thing sickened her too
much.  Mike couldn't control that and he was busy, anyway, so he let it ride.
It was nearly ten when Mike turned them both loose -- Lois without her Lou
clothing.  They sneaked in at Ed's where Lou had cast off this and that over
the years and they could put something together for her (him) to wear.  Lou
called home and told them that he was all right and at Ed's and concocted a
story about a flat tire -- totally bogus, and transparent to the point that
Lou's dad asked to speak to Ed -- but since he WAS with Ed, that mollified
Lou's dad.  Ed's mother caught them before Lou could dress; Ed told her that
it was a prank done by some of the jocks -- which got her sympathy.  "Brutal!
Shocking!" she ranted -- but she helped Lou get cleaned up and dressed.

	Ed took him home.  Alone in the car, Ed sighed.  "I'm so sorry...  I
should just tell everybody I'm queer and get it over with."

	"I think you're bisexual," Lou replied -- only it wasn't Lou.
Changing clothes hadn't changed the basics -- she was Lois.  Lois, the girl
with the little tiny dick.  Yeah, well, fuck it...

	Ed snorted.  "I'm ashamed.  And you were incredible!"

	Lois smiled wanly.  "Ed?"

	"Yeah."

	"I'm not going back."

	"What do you mean?"

	"I mean Lou is gone.  I hope you don't hate me -- I remember him, but
I'm not him any more.  I'm going to pretend when I have to, but..."

	"God!  Are you sure?  I have so ruined your life..." Ed covered his
face.

	"I don't think so," Lois told him.  "I'm happier this way.  You'd be
surprised."

	"What we did... destroyed you..."

	"No, it showed me that I can be truly happy, Ed.  You have no idea."
Tears leaked down her Lou face.  "Maybe someday I can get the other things
fixed -- but for now, I can do what we did and it's all right."

	Ed was crying.  Lois pulled him to her and kissed his neck -- and that
was good, too.  "We'll be fine.  I have to go."  She gathered her paper bag of
Lois things and got out of the car, but stashed it in the bushes before she
went inside, where Lou had to explain to his dad why he'd been so late...

                         --------------------

	The girls wanted a blow-by-blow on Friday, but Lois couldn't provide
that -- it was too damaging to Ed.  "It wasn't fun," was all she said -- which
in some ways was a lie...

	Mike wasn't done by a long shot -- he tried to mess with Becky over
the weekend -- but she called Marlene -- and when he tried to pretend to
Marlene that he knew more than he did, he made a mortal enemy.  Marlene told
him that if he tried to fuck Ed over, she would volunteer to screw Ed on the
football field in front of however many witnesses and cameras he could come up
with!  Coach dithered -- she had a winning squad, if the wheels didn't come
off, but the price...

	Lois was clear about it -- she would pay.  They would go on as they
were.

	Mike's abuse actually helped Lois -- defying it centered her and gave
her purpose.  Carrying the Lou persona got more and more difficult, even at
home.  And Ed would not -- could not  -- abuse her; the more Mike threw them
together, the stronger Lois got -- and the stronger Lois got, the better she
carried Ed.  Ed needed a girl; she went him one better and became HIS girl.
Mike's efforts to embarrass and hurt them with sex just didn't work -- but he
kept trying...

	The second cheerleading competition came -- and Mike didn't bother to
attempt to ruin it.  But he went and sat next to Ed and made snide remarks.
Coach Cartwright was beside herself -- but Lois didn't let Mike bother her.

	... And they won.

	They went up by van and came back the same way, so Ed (and Mike) had
to ride back separately.  Ed met her at school and they all went out to dinner
before the inevitable wardrobe adjustment for the trip home.

	Coach stopped worrying, but Mike made Ed and Lois' lives Hell.  One
night at one of Mike's mandatory functions, his father showed up -- and proved
that the rotten apple hadn't fallen far from the tree.  Lois carried that
picture of Mike's father deliberately gagging Ed with his cock in her head for
days; he did the same to her, but she didn't have to watch it.

	The weeks rolled by and Lois kept her end of the bargain.  The third
competition came, and, as usual, Lois bunked with Coach Cartwright.  This
time, though, Coach succumbed to curiosity...

	They were in the room for the night; Lois was brushing her hair.
Karen Cartwright came back in from the bathroom in her nightie.  Lois was in a
baby doll and Karen was beyond being surprised, but...  "Lois?"

	"Yes?"

	"Can I... see it?"

	"Coach?"

	"You know -- the thing that isn't there..."

	Lois cocked her head.  "Why?"

	"I just don't get it, I guess.  Could it be that bad?"

	"Yeah, actually..."  Lois shrugged.  "Look, I really don't want to
show you my... clit..."

	"No one has to know," Karen said softly.  "How many women have you
seen?"

	"In person?" Lois asked.  "None."

	"Okay," Karen said softly.  "I'll show you mine if you'll show me
yours."

	Lois considered this.  "So, it's an educational thing..."

	"Exactly," Karen Cartwright agreed.  "You're... amazing.  But you need
to know some things..."

	"All right..." Lois pulled her nightie over her head.  Karen
duplicated the move.  Watching Karen closely, Lois slid her panties down her
thighs -- and Karen made sure that she matched her, move for move.  When all
of their clothing was a puddle on the floor, Karen came slowly forward.

	"It IS pretty small," Karen said quietly.

	"I'm... scared," Lois husked.  "It's... a little bigger."

	Karen knelt to look more closely; basically, there was a small glans
there over a boyish scrotum -- and that was it.  "I'm not going to hurt you...
May I?"

	"Yesss."  Lois WAS becoming aroused, finally.

	Karen's gentle fingers manipulated the small penis and it began to
grow -- but it never exceeded three and a half inches, even stone hard -- and
Karen thought it was sized appropriately for a ten year old, maybe...  Karen
eyed it critically.  "It IS small," she admitted, "but probably not TOO small.
If you were to find an understanding partner, she could probably find ways..."

	"I'm not interested in that," Lois replied.  "or not romantically,
anyway.  And a one-night stand is just an opportunity to be humiliated.
Besides, I like GUYS..."

	Karen nodded.  "On to comparative anatomy, then.  What do you want to
touch?"

	"I guess I need to know differences," Lois said diffidently.

	"From the look of you, there aren't many," Karen replied.  "Turn
around, Dear."

	Lois did.  It was amazing, actually; Lois had an ass -- a female ass,
complete with hips and an indented waist -- and cute dimples in the saddle
below her hipbones.  The top wasn't tremendously prominent, but there were
cones -- not even 'A' cup, but there, nonetheless.  Karen moved her hands over
Lois -- and she just didn't feel like a boy...  "Okay, your turn."

	Lois stood uncertainly.  "What should I do?"

	"Examine... whatever interests you," Karen told her.  "I think I'd
start with the obvious differences, but there may be a lot more that you're
going to want to know about."

	Lois nodded and provided further evidence of her basic orientation.
Instead of the typical male 'kid in a candy store' attack, her approach was
almost clinical.  When she palmed a breast, it wasn't a grope; instead, she
asked, "How do they feel?  What happens when someone plays with your nipples?
Do they tickle and tingle and itch and -- I don't know -- give pleasure like
mine?"

	"Yes," Karen nodded.  "Just exactly.  But there are other places,
too."

	Lois' examination of Karen's breasts wasn't lengthy; but it was fairly
thorough, if clinical.  "I wish I had those," Lois muttered when she'd
finished.

	"A touch less testosterone and a bit more estrogen, and who knows?"
Karen replied.

	Lois nodded.  "Yes."  She paused a moment.  "I should see... it."

	Karen nodded.  "Let me get organized."  She put some pillows against
the headboard of the bed and used them to help her set up a sort of exam table
position with her feet spread wide, flat on the mattress and her back hunched
so she could look down at her own genitals.  "How is this?"

	"It's pretty good.  Too bad it's so dark..."  The hotel room was lit
by strategically placed lamps -- but Lois would have preferred a brightly lit
office.

	"I have a small light on my keychain," Karen offered.  "It's in my
purse."

	Lois nodded, went and got it and let Karen dig through it.  The light
was one of those LED flashlights -- and it did a creditable job.  Karen
detached it from the key ring so that Lois wouldn't have to mess with the
keys.  "Do whatever you like.  I'll help, and explain things where I can..."
What followed was a journey of exploration; Karen pointed out her inner and
outer labia, her clitoris, her urethra, and her vaginal opening.  "Things are
a bit puffy -- I'm a little aroused," Karen said apologetically, "but then,
that's a condition you need to see..."  At Karen's urging, Lois probed her,
looking for her G-spot; a smile came to her lips when she thought about Ed's
comparison.  "Why are you smiling?" Karen asked.

	"The closest thing I have to this is a prostate," Lois replied, "but
if you're going in the back, it's in about the same place..."

	"I never thought of that..." Karen mused.

	"I didn't, either," Lois related.  "My... boyfriend did."

	"Have you had anal sex, then?"

	"Yes," Lois admitted.  "Have you?"

	"Yes."

	"Was it good?"

	"It's... a mood thing," Karen related.  "If you're aroused and
welcoming it, then yes, it's very enjoyable.  I can orgasm that way.  But if
you're not in the mood, it's a vicious attack and Hell on Earth."  She eyed
Lois.  "Which is it for you?"

	"Both," Lois said softly.  "I'm so pleased..."  Sitting back on her
calves, she said, "You said there are other places?"

	Karen nodded.  "Boys only seem to have one erogenous zone, as a rule
-- although gays may be different.  Women can be aroused in a number of ways,
some not very obvious."

	"Like where?"

	Karen smiled.  "Maybe I should test your response..."

	Lois considered this.  "All right."

	"We'll start up high, I guess.  Ummm, this is likely to get very
personal -- it IS hunting for places that make you hot..." Karen advised.

	Lois nodded.  "I understand."

	Karen came up off of the pillows and repositioned so that they were
kneeling erect facing each other.  "I can point out areas with my hands, and
they work, to a certain extent, but lips are the preferred tool..."

	Lois nodded.  "Okay."

	"We'll start with the ears...  "Karen leaned in and licked Lois' left
ear and breathed softly on it.  "Breath is warm.  If you blow, it's cool..."
She demonstrated.

	Lois shivered.  "Wow!"

	"It gets better..."

	It did.  Behind the ears, the temple, the cheek, scalp massage, neck,
the hollow of the throat... by the time Karen got to the hollow of the
shoulder they were side-by-side and Lois was returning the caresses, learning.
Armpit, inner surface of the upper arm, ribcage, anywhere on the breast,
stomach, navel...  it got away from them, turning into something sweet and
slow and incredibly Sapphic.  Lois brought Karen to climax three times, and
came three times herself -- twice without any direct stimulation of her
'clit'.  She tasted her first vaginal secretions and became familiar with the
similarities and differences between her 'clit' and Karen's.  She learned how
to stimulate Karen by caressing her perineum, and by tonguing her anal
rosebud.  Eventually, they collapsed into slumber, exhausted from having
stimulated virtually every nerve ending either of them had to offer.

	In the morning, Lois awakened to find Karen already up and toweling
herself from the shower -- without any apparent modesty.  "So..."

	"You're a girl, Dear," Karen said, smiling.  "Very definitely.  I
haven't done anything like that since college -- and while we could have --
even as girls -- we didn't fuck.  No guy in the world could have stayed out --
and I couldn't have stopped you.  You're a girl."

	Lois cocked her head.  "We could have fucked?"

	"Well, maybe you wouldn't call it that," Karen explained.  "Two girls
can interlock their legs," she slid the first two fingers of her hands
together in a scissor fashion, "and rub pussies.  It might work for you, and
it might not.  Despite what you think, we could probably have fucked more or
less conventionally -- which I more or less expected us to do.  Come to think
of it, we DID do the other thing, didn't we?"

	"What was that?"

	"We ground our mounds together."

	"Yes," Lois smiled, nodding, "We did that."

	"I can't think that any boy WOULDN'T have fucked me -- and I'd have
let you -- even enjoyed it without regret!  But you didn't..."

	Lois shrugged.  Rubbing pussies had been just fine...  Smiling, she
went off to shower and get dressed; her hair was a mess...

                         --------------------

	They won again, which virtually clinched the championship, with one
competition to go.  State might be another matter, though...  When they
returned, Lois went to see the principal, very quietly.

	"Mr. Wilson," Principal Johnston looked up from his desk.

	"It's Miss, Sir."

	"You could have fooled me!"

	"I've been fooling a LOT of people," Lois said quietly.  "Including
me."

	"Son, I don't know what kind of game you're playing..."

	"It's not a game, Sir," Lois replied.  "I'm a girl.  Not exactly
perfect, but a girl."

	"Oh?  What does your gym teacher say?" Mr. Johnston sneered.

	"You could ask."

	"I don't have to."

	"I insist."

	"I said I don't have to!" Mr. Johnston snapped.

	"You've seen my genitals, then?" Lois asked.  "When was this?"

	"Your documentation -- from kindergarten -- says you are male."

	"So?  It's wrong."

	"Why have to been fooling us all this time, then?"

	Lois sighed.  "I think it was... indeterminate... for a long, long
time.  It was simplest to just say that I was male."

	"Being male or female is a matter of biology," Mr. Johnston insisted.

	"It is?  Are you certain?"

	"It is for our purposes," Mr. Johnston replied with some asperity.

	"Oh, boy -- that's too bad, Sir," Lois said slowly.

	"Oh?  Why?"

	"I'm afraid that there could be issues with the cheerleading
competition standings and their validity if we allow this to continue, Sir."

	"What?"

	"I've been competing as a girl."

	Mr. Johnston's hand shot to his intercom.  "Mrs. Fredericks, get me
Coach Cartwright -- ASAP!"  Turning to Lois, he added.  "Sit down, you!"

	Karen Cartwright was in her office preparing for fourth period.  "Yes,
Mr. Johnston"

	"I have young Mr. Wilson in my office," Mr. Johnston rasped, "but he's
insisting on being called MISS Wilson."

	"Oh, dear..."

	"What do you know about this?"

	"Coach, I'm worried that if we go to State and somebody sees
something..." Lois said, rising and coming to the speaker.

	"I'll be right up," Karen said hurriedly and broke the connection.

	Two minutes later, she knocked and came in.  "Lois, dear, I really
don't know if this is the time..."

	"If my school records don't match the competition records, the team
loses everything we've won, Coach!" Lois insisted.  "I can pretend for the
other students who don't know, but the records HAVE to be right!"

	"Coach Cartwright," Mr. Johnston growled.  "Is this person male or
female?"

	"Female, Sir." Karen took the leap.

	"You're sure?"

	"I've seen her genitals, Sir."

	"How did this happen?" Mr. Johnston asked, scratching his head.

	"You've heard of hermaphroditism?" Karen lied.  "This is... similar."

	"And he's -- she's -- been competing as a?" Mr. Johnston asked.

	"Female," Karen replied.  "We didn't learn of this until Emmylou broke
her leg -- it was irrelevant, since Lois wasn't on the competition team.  But
we needed another girl, so Lois came forward and presented her, um, somewhat
unusual circumstances."

	"I need to speak to your parents," Mr. Johnston said heavily.

	"Please call my mother," Lois begged.  "Daddy is... disappointed in
me."

	"I see..." Mr. Johnston frowned.  "He wanted..."

	"A boy.  A jock, Sir.  I'm... a disappointment," Lois sighed.

	"I'll... have to take this under advisement," Mr. Johnston muttered.

	"Frankly, Sir, the school records can say anything we like as long as
the student and her parents agree.  We can cover ourselves by placing a letter
in her file indicating that there was a name change and that Louis Wilson's
records refer to Lois..."

	Mr. Johnston frowned.  "You may leave, Miss..."

	"Don't go far, Dear -- I'll see you outside," Coach Karen told her.
Lois left, closing the door on Mr. Johnston growling, "When were you going to
inform me of this?"

	Ten minutes later, Karen came out of the office.  "You're insane,
Dear!"

	"I couldn't let the team lose their standing," Lois replied.

	"He WILL call your parents..."

	"Yes."  Lois' voice shook.

	Karen went to the secretary.  "Lois Wilson is excused for the day, per
Mr. Johnston."

	"Lois?"

	"Louis, if you must."

	"Okay..."  Mrs. Fredericks wasn't that flexible, mentally -- this was
outside her comfort zone.  She picked up the phone.  "Mr. Johnston, did you
excuse the Wilson.."

	"Just do it!" Mr. Johnston growled and hung up.  Undoubtedly, he
thought he was excusing Lou/Lois from a single class, but it worked.

	"Go home, Honey.  Fix things if you can," Karen told Lois.  "I think
you're nuts to do this, but I appreciate it and I know the other girls do,
too."

	So Lois went home.  "Lou?  Are you sick, Honey?  Did you skip school?"

	"No, Mama, I'm excused.  We... need to talk."

	"About what, Honey?"

	"It's easier to show you.  Give me a few minutes..."  'Lou' headed
upstairs and changed into a skirt, an open blouse, and sandals, did her eyes
and lips, and pushed her hair back on one side with a comb.  Then she went
downstairs.

	Her mother took one look and covered her face.  "Ah, God..."  She sat
heavily.

	Lois bit her lip, then, "I'm a lot more comfortable like this, Mom."

	Arlene Wilson looked up at her child with sad eyes.  "This will kill
your father.  Are you gay, then?"

	"It's... not that simple, Mom."

	Arlene nodded and said one word: "Klinefelter's."

	"What?"

	"Klinefelter's Syndrome.  You have an extra X chromosome, Honey.
You're male -- but less so than normal.  We were told early on that you showed
some extreme symptoms -- but your father always hoped..."

	"I'm not male, Mom.  I don't FEEL male, I don't THINK male."  She
shrugged.  "Once I realized it, I just couldn't go back."

	"You're male, Son.  You have a ..." Arlene insisted.

	"Not much of one, Mom.  It barely works and, frankly, it doesn't meet
my needs.  I'd be better off without it, since it confuses things," Lois
replied.  "Here," she tapped her temple, "I'm a girl.  Maybe, if I had six or
seven inches of penis, things would be different -- but I don't.  It's a
problem, not a defining characteristic."

	"What do you want?"

	"Mr. Johnston is going to call from the school.  Just tell him I'm a
girl.  He'll believe you, because Coach Cartwright has already vouched for
me."

	"How did THAT happen?"

	"It's a long story, Mom.  The short version is that she's convinced."

	Arlene sighed.  The thing she'd dreaded all of her child's life had
come home to roost.  "And long-term?"

	"Lou will need to go away, Mom.  Officially.  I'm thinking that
generally, at school, no one needs to know but those that do already -- but
when I go to college..."

	"And your father?"

	"I can pretend for him for a while, but sooner or later..."

	Arlene nodded.  "I will help -- but you need to stretch this out with
your father for as long as possible.  He'll... probably disown you."

	"I know," Lois said quietly.

	"Is it... Louise?"

	"No, I've settled on Lois."

	"That's fine, Dear.  You had a great aunt named Lois."  Arlene picked
up and moved on, visibly.  "Do you have more clothing than this?"

	"Yes, Mom.  The girls on the squad have been mothering me."

	"Your father won't LOOK at laundry.  You can bring them home..."  She
caught herself.  "God!  What about Ed?"

	"He knows, Mom.  He was one of the first."

	"Thank God!"

                         --------------------

	Mr. Johnston called later, as promised.  Arlene took it and they
talked for some time; when it was over, Arlene cocked her head at Lois,
"Hermaphroditism?"

	"Coach had to think fast," Lois replied, grinning.  "She said it was
similar..."

	Arlene grimaced, "Actually, I guess it is.  Go dress for your
father..."