"The thing is," I paused again, this was not easy, "It was true when I said how sexy you looked in this, but this was what I needed too. I needed to feel sexy like this."
"Um...OK. I'm still not sure I understand," Gina said, but I could see that part of her could, part of her knew.
"I want to wear something like this," I just came out and said it, "I can't feel sexy, I can't get into sex and enjoy it unless I do, unless I'm dressed in all sexy, feminine clothes, just like you."
"Did Natalie get you to say this?" she seemed annoyed, "Or Mark?"
"Huh? No...I..." I began to say.
"Oh God. I knew I shouldn't have done it," she said, visibly upset, "I shouldn't have let her make me do those things, but I couldn't help it. I shouldn't have talked to her about it. Now you've just taken it and used it to humiliate me completely."
"No," I said, "What are you talking about? I don't understand you now. What I'm saying is true, for real. This is the way I feel. I know it's kind of weird but that's it. There it is."
"Really?" she said, her expression lightening up with surprising pleasure at the thought, "Nobody put you up to this? Nobody got you to humiliate me?"
"Of course not. I love you," I said, "It's just that this is the way I am, the way I get off. What did you think?"
"Oh honey, this is going to sound so weird now, I don't know if you'll believe me," she gasped, she was smiling almost as if she was about to burst out laughing, "Last night, I just couldn't get into it and I didn't know why, not until Natalie talked to me this morning. I should tell you, I'm not a virgin. Well, not anymore. You see, the thing is I think I might be a lesbian, or bisexual or something. All I know is that I guess I'm saying I couldn't get turned on by you last night because you were too manly, I wished you look more soft and feminine."
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