"Even if I'm the girl," Adam argued, "I'm not built like one. And I don't hafta wear a bra, jus' like you won't wear the cup." He got a far-away look in his eyes. "I wonder what we'd look like if I really was a girl an' you a boy, though. Wensley would have a heart attack," he laughed.

"No," he agreed. "But things have gotten better in some places, haven't they? Doesn't that mean that with time they will everyplace else? A hundred an' fifty years ago, women couldn't vote anywhere in the world an' there was still slavery. A lot has changed in not very much time. Ask any of the immortals an' they'll tell you how fast it's been. So when other people see how well it's workin', they'll wanna try it, too. Who knows what things'll be like in another hundred an' fifty years. All we c'n do is try to make it better now and let other people do the rest later."

That's what he expected really. Adam hoped she'd have the chance to make that decision someday but feared she wouldn't.