When I took that farmhand job, I thought I would just be making some good money while putting a few pounds of muscle on my scrawny body. Nobody warned me about the ticks. But Josie’s mom, my boss, told me a trick. “Shave your legs and they can’t crawl up your skin.” I was reluctant to try it, but it actually worked. I felt silly with shaved, girly-looking legs. My legs looked just like Josie’s legs. Everyone giggled, even me, but we all got over it and went back to work. And that got me thinking of just how much I could look like a girl. If all it took for my legs was a shave, then what would it take for the rest of my body? Now, Josie’s family is heading out of town for a week. I’m tasked with taking care of the farm while they’re gone. And that means I have Josie’s bedroom—and her closet—all to myself. So maybe I can put an end to that nagging curiosity.