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 …" hearing them repeating … "good-looker too … come on …" again and again.

A little smile crossed his face and he seemed pleased. Then, with a frown, he was uncertain just how he did feel. He certainly didn't want this to happen again, but, even with the pain it had caused, there now was some compulsion that forced himself to admit he was thrilled over the mistake.

He lay on his bed thinking what he would have done if he had been a girl. No, he wouldn't have danced with that trash, Max. That drunkard. He would have told him to go chase himself. Without devious reasoning or complicated emotional processes, Gaylord became a girl. Gaylord, the boy, took a blackout and Gaylord, the girl, did wonderful things among a crowd of people.

"I'm sleepy," he finally admitted, yawning, "guess I'd better get undressed and go to bed."

But before he went to sleep he thought of the drunk again, the red spot on his cheek, and of Robert Blake. And then, after he was asleep, he dreamed he was a girl and in Blake's arms. 31