As I entered, Mom was standing in the foyer with all the lights on.
Rachel had to give me a push up the final step and in I went.
Mom put her hand to her mouth. "My God, I would never recognize you! You look wonderful." She came to me and gave me a big hug and kiss.
We went into the living room and a full explanation was given. She listened carefully, absorbing every word. Her biggest concern was how I would be treated by the other students.
Mrs. Wilkenson assured er she would see that I was given the respect that I deserved. Mrs. Wilkenson apologized to Mom, saying she hoped Mom was not too angry over what had happened.
To my surprise, Mom said, "Well, I am surprised to say the least. If you had asked for my permission before the game, I am not sure I would have given it. However, considering it worked out so well, I'm more than willing to help."
Help with what? I wondered. I spoke up, "Wait a minute. Help with what? This is it!"
Rachel turned to me and took my hand once again. "Don't forget we have a home game next week and there is no way we can teach someone all the routines by then. You will have to join us once again on the field."
I was stunned. "You have got to be kidding!"
Then, Mrs. Wilkenson and my mother started.
"He really has to learn to behave more like a girl." Mrs. Wilkenson commented. "He will hav to practise feminine mannerisms as much as possible during the next week."