They entered the office.
"Take a seat," Mrs. Johnson ordered Jon.
He took a seat, next to Carl. Jon looked over at him. "Hey, Carl." Jon had always been attracted to Carl, but he didn't seem to be Carl's type.
Carl looked up at Jon. "What are you in for?"
"Everyone thinks that I'm a boy. And when I was in the locker room ..."
Carl's eyes went wide. "Everyone what?"
"I said everyone thinks that I'm a boy. But I'm obviously not. Just look at these," Jon said, pointing at his chest, where he was seeing a pair of C-cup breasts pushing his T-shirt outward. "Do boys have these?"
"What are you pointing at?"
"Huh? My breasts, what do you think?" Then he realized what was going on. "Oh, I see. You're making fun of me. You don't think I'm enough of a girl because I don't have DD-cup breasts like your bimbo girlfriends."
"No, I'm not making fun of you. You're doing that to yourself."
"What?"
"You're not a girl, Jon. You're a boy." And then in a lower voice, "A really messed up one."
"I am not a boy!" Jon yelled.
