"Why should I? Plus isn't that unprofessional of you?" I asked. "I don't care nobody's going to barge in. Plus, your a GUY, aren't you? It's just your shirt." She broke free and forced my shirt off. Under it was a..spaghetti strapped shirt..And of course, under TYHAT was a BRA. I began to panic. "No wonder you felt so different," Phoebe said softly, "You're actually a woman."
I wanted to threaten her, and just keep her mouth shut. But being good was my first priority, and it took over. "Please don't..don't say anything..l beg of you." I pleaded. "First off, I can't keep a secret and second, this is a pretty damn big secret." Phoebe told me. Agh, dammit! I took my shirt back and angrily put it on. "Promise me you won't say a word!" I shouted worriedly. "I can't do that. We all knew there was something off.." Phoebe said calmly.
I groaned. "Then what the hell gave it away!?" I demanded to know. "Have you SEEN yourself walk? You look like you're TRYING to be a man, but you're trying so hard that it looks obvious!" Phoebe pointed out, and then said "I have one question about this." I raised an eyebrow. "If it's why I want to be a man, I refuse to answer that." Seriously, I've done enough talking! "It's not that. I want to know, what did Cole originally name you? Your human name?" she asked. I looked her straight in the eye. "Abby was my original name. And i despite Cole, so I made a new name for myself. And now I'm not asking, I'm telling you not to say anything." I said as I shimmered off, not knowing what to do.