Kevin (now responding to the name "Kevie") smiled at his master and boyfriend and replied "Yeah, lover."
"What the hell are you wearing?!" a voice rang out.
Jeff turned around and spotted Kevin's father, and he looked both angry and disgusted. He obviously recognized his son, but was opposed by his new look.
"What I want to wear, Daddy," Kevin said, sounding noticeably "gayer" than ever before.
"Why are you talking like that?" his father asked. "And who's this punk?" he asked, gesturing towards Jeff.
"Oh, that's Jeff. He's my boyfriend. Isn't he just so hot?"
Kevin's father went through an assortment of emotions right there. He was mad, but he was also sickened by the fact that his son was one of those filthy faggots, and that made the 45-year old man ashamed, ashamed to have a son who wasn't normal, like him.
"Did you do this?" Kevin's father asked Jeff, approaching him from down the hall. "Did you mess with my son? Because he wasn't like this before."
"Actually, he's always been gay," Jeff explained. "It's just that he kept it a secret, mostly from you. And I can see why. Why don't you lighten up and accept your son the way he is?"
"Don't you dare tell me what to do, you punk," the conservative man said, getting nearer and looking angrier by the moment. "I can treat him any way I damn well please."
Jeff sighed. "I had a feeling you might show up eventually and make trouble for us. I guess I'm glad I already did something about that."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Kevin's father asked.
Jeff lifted up his PDA (which had the Chronivac program on it) and showed the father.
"A PDA?"
"Yeah, but also a little more," Jeff said, smirking.