"Uhh...let's go back to your place," you tell him. "I uhh..don't think
I want the world seeing me, ya know?"
He smiled and nodded at you. "I think I understand. You've never been
with a man before, and you're feeling self-conscious."
"Yeah, you could say that," you reply. The next scene is once again in
the daylight, and he reverts. Quickly and discreetly, the two of you
head out of the theatre.
"My home is only a couple blocks away," he says with a smile. The walk
only takes a couple of minutes, and your heart is beating a mile a
minute. All you have to do is have a little gay experience, and you're
going to be the thing you always wanted to be.
He lets you into a modest apartment, with security shades on all the
windows. It's sparsely decorated in a bit of a japanese-theme, though
the artwork on the walls is of a variety of werewolf movies, both
pornographic and standard horror. "Wine?" he asks as he heads to the
kitchenette.
"Yeah, that'd be great, I think."
He returns with a glass of wine and focuses his attention on you. "So
tell me," he asks, "If you're not gay, not even in the slightest, why
are you here in my home?"
"Well..I mean..I don't THINK I'm gay," you stammer, "...at..least
not.."
"At least not for human men?" he asks with a wry smile. "You're like
me," he informs you. "You're turned on by the act of the
transformation itself. It wouldn't matter whether you met a man or
woman, if they began to change, you'd become aroused. I just happen to
be gay...and really, I'm bisexual, if you want to split hairs. I've
had my share of shewolves....I just happen to prefer men, when I have
the choice."
You nod, somewhat relieved that this won't make you totally gay if you
do it. It's kind of like paying a price for power, you reason.
"So," he asks, "Are you ready?"