Maureen and Joanne finally left after about five days. It was the last weekend left before Collins would start working. He was working on class plans or something nearly every day, but he promised to take today off and stay with me. Well, actually, he wasn't really taking the day off, be we were going to set up his new office, and this would be my first time on campus. I spent longer getting dressed that I ever had when I was in drag. Collins laughed because I made him look at everything, and all he did was say 'that looks great' 'that looks good too'. Ya, he was being helpful.

I finally had to kick him out and get dress all by my self, but he kept talking to me through the door. "We're not even talking to anyone; just setting up my office. Should this be fairly simple?"

"Collins, the one condition for me being here is that I look like a boy. It's not my fault I have a feminine body to cover up here. It's not easily done." I held up a plain green shirt up to me. It wasn't quite as tight ass most of my shirts, so it was the best I was gonna get. I threw it on and began searching for pants. "Don't you want me to look my best?"

"Yes, but what about when we meet people? Like school people? If you look your best now, on a day when you should look laid back, and then they see you again, in the same laid back look which is actually your best, they will think you think meeting them is a laid back situation. Is that what you want?"

I threw on a pair of my loosest fitting blue jeans, with a slight flair in the legs. "I have no clue what I want in comparison to what you just said." I slipped on my incredibly boring sneakers, and opened the door. Collins smiled at me. "Is that a good smile, or a 'finally' smile?"

He pulled me close to him by my hips and kissed my softly. "Can it be a little of both?"

I pushed him away and tried to look aggravated, but he pouted his lip, and that's all it took for me to practically pin him to the wall, if I was bigger. Since he is so much bigger than me, it ended up being me pinned to the wall, not that I really minded, but I finally pushed him away after a few minutes. "Collins, you're gonna ruin the outfit I worked hard to pick out!" Collins reluctantly stepped back while I straightened my shirt that had been rudely wrinkled. I looked up at him. "Okay, how gay do I look?"

"What?"

"I'm supposed to look like a normal boy, the guy with the conditions said so. So how gay do I look?"

"Like on a scale from one to ten?"

"If that's how you care to judge it."

"Maybe a… wait, what number are you shooting for?"

"If I tell you, you'll rig your answer."

"No I won't, promise."

"Then maybe a four."

"Well, what number are you when you're in drag?"

"I don't know, you're the one who wanted to judge me on this scale. You make up a number."

"I don't like that scale anymore. The conditions said you have to follow male dress code, and all it says are shirt and pants, which are not revealing or offensive. So technically, you could be in a wig, heels, and makeup, and they couldn't say anything as long as the outfit was made up of a shirt and pants."

"I don't want to embarrass you."

"You have never, in our time together, embarrassed me."

"That was New York. Now were in a city that frowns upon the homosexual lifestyle." I wiggled my fingers as I said homosexual, so that he would know exactly what I meant. "And I don't want to make that fact that I'm here with you any harder than it already is."

"It's not hard having you here. If anything, you make it easier."

I just smiled at him and grabbed some bags from the pile sitting by the door with things that needed to go to his office. Collins grabbed a few boxes of books, and I was shocked that he was actually able to lift them. I would never have been able to, but them that is one of the differences between us.