In a blind panic, unaware of his own nakedness, Logan ran down the halls in desperate search of something to reassure him that this was all a bad dream. He saw Carol, a girl he knew fairly well but had never dated.
Carol reached out her arms to catch him. "Whoa, little lady." she said.
Logan was crying. Carol gently guided him to a bench, where he buried his head in her shoulder, gasping for breath.
"It's OK, it's OK." Carol muttered, as she stroked Logan's long hair. "We'll get my PE clothes and get you dressed." Logan found himself deferring to this strong woman. It felt good to be held by her, and a tiny thought entered his mind--at least he didn't seem to like boys "that way" now.
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"There!' said Carol, looking at Logan decked out in girl's PE togs. "Don't you look nice?"
Logan's tear-streaked face was raised to Carol. "Do you really think I'm pretty?" she asked.