Chapter 12

The pot had fogged my brain to the point that it was difficult to concentrate on what she was saying and I found it nearly impossible to listen to her drone on about her ex-boyfriend. I had to change the subject, if for no other reason than my own sanity.

“You may meet the wrong guys, Sara, but I can’t even meet anyone.”

She paused for a moment, turned, and looked at me. I could almost see the gleam in her eye.

“You know, Jesse, we could always ... ummm... do it. It could be like ... you know ... birthday sex ... my present to you.”

It was a sweet gesture and I knew she had only the best of intentions. However, I couldn’t help but feel like she thought of me as some sort of mercy fuck.

She’s your best friend, for Christ’s sake, just trust her and tell her the truth.

“Sara, I think I’m gay.”

I watched as her jaw dropped open in surprise. I knew she hadn’t expected that one, but she ended up taking the startling news about my sexuality really well.

“Have you ever ... ummm... been with a guy?”

I took a long drag from the joint and then exhaled and passed it to her. “No, but that’s all I think about.”

She then made a very funny baseball reference concerning the type of sex that I fantasized about, and I told her the truth. I told her that I thought about having a guy in my mouth and what it would be like to feel one inside me.

She took the revelation about me being gay so well, should I just tell her everything? God, maybe I could even get her to...

“You said you wanted to help me and give me a birthday present. Would you still be willing to do something for me?”

“Well, if you fantasize about catching, I don’t think I’m physically equipped to be much help to you.”

I shot her a dirty look. I’m being serious, Sara, and you have no idea how difficult this is for me. Please take this seriously.

I saw her playful expression change to a look of concern and sympathy. “Of course, Jesse, I’ll help you with whatever you want.”

I took a deep breath. “Would you help me dress as a woman?”

For a split second I observed a perplexed, almost bewildered look on her face, which she very quickly removed. “Of course I will,” she said after composing herself.

I got so excited I thought my heart was going to pound out of my chest. “What should I do first, then?”

She began to study me from head to toe while I held my breath in anticipation of what she might say next.

“You need to shave all of the hair off your body from the neck down, and by the time you get back from the shower I will have figured out what to do next.”