Kevin leaped out of his chair and into Ken's arms. Without the slightest hesitation, he kissed the embarrassed man full on the lips and clung to him while squealing "Yes. That will do fine!" He then slithered out of Ken's ;ap, stood up and looked down at the still embarrassed man "Sandy's pretty crazy not to, you know, go out with you Ken!"
"Thanks, I guess..." echoed the frustrated man.
Kevin stood there looking down at Ken, eyes wide and hands now clutched together in front of 'her'. "Ken, it's really helped talking to you."
"No problem, kid. Anytime, OK?"
Kevin nodded slowly before turning and walking back to the house.
Ken watched. There was nothing of the male evident in 'her' carriage. Indeed, it was remarkably easy to think of Kevin as... her. It was as if the brash, immature young man had been replaced by a young woman of considerable feminine potential. How terribly odd, he concluded.