I didn't really want to think about Jack's boyfriend's underwear. It was weird enough seeing Jake's face and knowing he was kissing another boy! It made me think of Jake kissing Marco, or Tobias, and that was just— that was weird! But I wanted to be supportive. This was Jack, not Jake, no matter how alike they looked.

"I don't even like wearing skirts and dresses!" I said. "I guess that's just . . . really cool, that a guy feels like he can." I pictured Jake and Marco in their morphing suits, their bike shorts that showed off their legs, and looked up at Jack shyly. "Does he, um. What does he do about his legs? I mean. The hair."