"So when did I become a guy?" Camille questioned, holding back a laugh. She was sitting crosslegged on Jacqueline's big bed, a book upturned on a knee. Jacqueline sighed and fell into a chair.

"You were eavesdropping, weren't you?" she accused, her eyes fixed on the ceiling. Camille was too nosy for her own good and that was only one of her many vices but Jacqueline knew the real Camille Cage.

"Of course I was,' her friend let out her withheld laugh, "You skipped out in a hurry. I was only worried and imagine how surprised I was to hear myself being referred to as a guy." She grinned mischievously...