I arrive early and sit in a somewhat stark waiting room with straight chairs, decorated with pictures of male swimmers, runners and men working out. They are all slender, bare-chested and caught on camera in a stretched position. Photos of female athletics are action shots of tennis and soccer players with expressions of aggressive competitiveness.
Rachel kept me waiting an additional half hour and greets me with “Hi Sissy.”
“Please don't call me that.”
“Why not? It's true. You are a sissy by your own definition.”
“I'm not. It's just that you outsmarted me.”
“So, you're not as smart as me?”
“Not at the time.”
“And now?”
“I don't know…”
“You shouldn't take it personally. Women are generally superior to men. Why are you here?”
“You know. Chest hair removal.”
“And why do you want
