Sweat was just starting to cool on my body. Juliette’s breathing was slowing from the tit-heaving panting she’d been engaged in moments ago. We’d just fucked like gangbusters, and I was basking in the afterglow when Juliette surprisingly said, “I bet I could be a man.”

Not what I expected to hear from my girlfriend after sex.

“Yeah?” I replied with a chuckle.

“I mean it.” She propped herself up on one elbow. “I’ve done makeup, costuming. Put me in a group of people who don’t know me, with a boyfriend on my arm, and I could make them think I’m a gay guy.”

“Why do you need to be gay?” I asked.

“I could pull it off better, I think. What do you say, Scott? Wanna be my boyfriend?”