She had shoulder length mousy brown hair that, gossip insisted, was dyed, though he didn’t much care. “Go on then Anthony, if you can prove you’ve got a girl, you’ll win Claire here twenty bucks.”
He looked at Claire, “Well…”
“Oh!” Claire said, mocking sudden surprise, as if just remembering something, “I’m such an airhead some days… It’s me, I’m the girl.” She grinned and leaned in, kissing Anthony on the lips. He gargled water and spat, washing his toothbrush and putting it aside, moving to his shower unit which he switched on, leaving it for a few moments to let the temperature settle before he stepped under the hot water. However as opportunities and spots to move higher came and went, Anthony stayed where he was, never quite believing himself good enough to step up in the world, once more contented. She giggled a little and shook her head, “Ahh, I hoped I wouldn’t have to explain…” she said, a little regretful, “I’m a woman… But I have extra… Male parts.”
“Oh.” Was all he said, still confused.
