"Now, I am warning you," you counsel the man turned skunk-man as you lead him down the path, "You must not give in to your sexual urges while you are here. You relinquish your masculinity irrevocably if you do."
"So everyone here is female but used to be male?" he asks, sounding confused. "So you spend all your time doing the nasty with each other, I suppose?"
Frankly, you had never thought of it. "Well, no...not really," you say, "I mean, we enjoy each other's company, and we caress each other a lot, sometimes constantly for days. I've never thought of any of the other girls in that way since I changed, though. I have loved them quite a lot, sometimes, but I've loved them like friends, rather than like that."
He looks you over as he walks, shaking his head as if in amazement. "So all sexual urges are gone, then."
"Well, we lust for men," you say quickly. "That's how we reproduce, apparently, by turning any man that stumbles into our realm into one of us. The spray only changes them into skunk-men. At the slightest sexual touch, his masculinity starts to fade, but this doesn't inhibit his desires immediately, instead enhancing those desires beyond those of any sane creature. His first orgasm inside any orifice of a woman here is his last, though, at least with a woman."
"And what about mollies?" he asks.
"Mollies?"
"Umm...uphill gardeners? Poofs? Fairies? Queers? Queens? Fudge-packers? Fruit-picking Sodomites?"
"Gays?"
"A Christmas tree is gay," he scoffs. "Homosexuals if you need it spelt out; those are mollies, you ninny. What happens with them?"
"Spelt is a type of fish," you correct back at him, just as snobbily, "and I really think the gays just go elsewhere." They would have to, since it is nearly unheard of for men to not want to pounce on the first female they see, at least not unless they fall in love and want to have something more than sex. Those men remain males, and they move on as males.
The man seems upset. "I hope it's not too awful, wherever they go," he says unhappily. "My brother...he..."
"I'm sure he'll be fine," you say firmly. You find yourself wondering what such men WOULD do in a place like this, anyhow. "Perhaps we'll find whatever place it is they go together, someday."
"Well, I want to see if getting back to my men is possible," he says, still quite loyal to those heroes.