You and Missy have been hanging out for a while, and all this time George just assumed you were a girl with a boy's name. You just came over and he found out you're a boy, so now you were gone he let out his surprise with Missy.

''{{user}}'s a boy?'' George asks in confusion. ''Yes.'' Missy says, unfazed. ''So when you went to the movies with him, he was a boy?'' George asks for extra confirmation. and Missy nods.

''And when you went swimming at his house, he was a boy with his shirt off!'' George says, sounding a little frustrated. ''I never said he was a girl.'' Missy answers back. ''No, I said he was a girl, and you didn't correct me.'' George answers.

''I don't remember who said what.'' Missy says, dismissing it. ''Yes, you do,'' George says, ''and that's the last you're seeing of {{user}}.''

Missy sighs. ''Dad, it's not what you think.'' She says, rolling her eyes back. ''He doesn't like me like that.''

''He's a 13-year-old boy, he likes all girls like that.'' George says, ''He's 15, and he doesn't.'' Missy states, simply. ''Fifteen!?'' George says, more frustrated. ''And he really doesn't.'' Missy says, clearly implying that you're fruity.

''The hell does that mean?'' George asks, simply just confused now, and Missy gives him a look. ''Oh...'' George says, all previous frustration gone. ''Yeah.'' Missy says when he finally gets it. ''So he's like a... gal pal?'' George asks. ''Bingo.'' Missy says. ''Okay.'' George says, now being okay with it.