Close-up on a bra. Pan up to Terri. She sleeps. In. Her. Bra. In front of an open window. My ass. She wipes one eye with her ring finger to show us she's been dead asleep for hours. Thanks, Terri. She looks around her room as if she's never seen it before. She stands up in her bra and panties and turns a few circles, looking around the room some more. She walks to the mirror and fidgets with her wig. I mean, "hair." Girl's clearly wearing a wig, though. She walks in her bra to the window and squints at the sun. Suddenly she shakes her head and grins like Jordan in the first episode of Big Brother.

"God, where's the pink of it all?" she moans. I guess she means because her room is blue. But, um, she's busting into the boys' dorm, right? Thought so. Wait, is that a quote? I hope it's a quote. Maybe that's what it is. She pulls out a notebook and walks to the window in her bra and panties. I start screaming, "I knew it! I knew it! I knew she was writing a story about her experience! What a rip!" But instead, she just composes a letter to her mother. "Hey, Mom. Just a note to say I'm here. I'm okay. I miss you, and guess what? I just might be fitting in. So, I guess that's all. See ya when I see ya. Love, Jacqueline." We hear this voice-over as she puts on her man clothes. She puts her boxers into her jeans on the "fitting in" part. Terri finishes fidgeting with her hair as she puts the letter in the envelope. She turns it over and sees the Rawley Boys' Academy stamp on the back. She smiles and says that at least she'll know now if her mother actually reads her letters. She grabs a key and opens the lock from the inside ("Well, they're in the 1950s," Rose explains) and then stops to check herself out in the mirror again. She gets distracted as she realizes that the bra and girdle combo is poking out from her chest. She tries to push the girdle down when Verve fake-coughs in her doorway. Terri recoils and demands to know how long Verve was standing there. "Long enough to know..." Pause. Pause. Pause. Pause. "...that I have to make something very clear." He says that when Terri kissed him the other day he was all confused. He says that he doesn't mind of Terri is gay but he's pretty sure that he isn't. No, he's sure. Really sure he's not gay. So sure. "If you're gay, whatever, that's fine. But it's not my bag." Terri pulls out a book and says, "Isn't this yours? Gay -- This kind of thing is my bag, written by Verve?" The steel drums start up, because they love each other. Terri says she's going to leave and get her bike. Verve looks around nervously. So does Terri. They exchange "See ya"s. This music makes me want a margarita.