FICTION

Discovered to Be

Ann Chambrey, Calif.

The sun dodged out from behind the intermittant spring rainclouds for a minute or SO. Both Mike and Dolly, instantaneously and without comment, plopped onto the park bench they had been just walking past, kicked off their heels, looked routinely left and right for male observers, then again almost as one, rolled their nylons down and off. They gathered their skirts provocatively, if modestly, up about their thighs and let their winter - alabaster legs seek this brief spot of sun. By the first day of summer, their legs must be a toasty brown. That was the law of their female jungle.

Mike said matter of factly, "I feel like being discovered again today. There's no kick like being discovered."

"Do you want it discovered you're really a boy after all or that you're really a girl after all?, asked Dolly conversationally, really looking down at Mike's slim full extended legs, fancying she saw one micro-millionth of tan accumulating there. She'd be furious if his legs tanned faster that hers.

Mike leaned back over the back-rest of the bench, letting her auburn hair fall almost to the ground.

"Oh, I've been a boy so long, I always like to be discovered to be really a girl after all."

Dolly leaned back too, felt her blonder hair wasn't falling