"Come on, baby," Darren said. "Let's take this party back to your apartment for some more intimate fun."
Ben smiled at that. He couldn't wait to see what his boyfriend had planned.
Neither of them remembered anything about the previous reality, where Darren was straight and Ben was gay but had no boyfriend. As far as they knew, nothing was different and everything was as it was supposed to be.
Before they left, Darren put a little more of the lotion on. It gave him that same pleasant buzz that it had before. But it still (to his knowledge) didn't seem to do anything to him.
After leaving the bar, the two of them walked down the street, hand-in-hand, glancing lovingly at each other every now and then.
And someone noticed.
"Fucking fags," a man's voice was heard. "God, now I can't even come down to Chinatown without seeing two queers making out with each other?"
Darren's anger began to bubble. What the hell was wrong with some people? Just because he liked boys instead of girls, that made him less human? Glaring at the guy who just insulted them, Darren said "I wish ..." not realizing that his wish would come true.