Carl desperately pushed Brad away from him, totally freaked out by what was happening. "What the hell? Where's Brenda?!" he yelled, completely disgusted.
"Who's Brenda?" Brad asked, having no idea that he was Brenda, just a few minutes earlier.
"Did she put you up to this?" Carl asked. "That bitch! I thought she was really into me. All this time she was working to pull a prank on me instead."
"Who is Brenda?" Brad asked.
"She's my girlfriend! Or at least she was before tonight!" The first chance he got, he was going to dump that bitch.
"Really? I thought you were gay like me," Brad said, astonished.
"Where the hell would you get that idea from?"
"Well, we had coffee and we watched that romantic movie together. You even kissed and caressed me while we watched it."
Carl was dumbfounded. "No, I did that with Brenda."
"Hey, I don't know what's with you tonight, but I know you didn't do all of that stuff with some girl. You did it with me." Brad stood up, obviously irritated. "And for the future, let me give you a little advice. If you're not gay, don't lead people on, making them think that you are." And with that, Brad put his clothes back on and left in a huff.
"But ... I'm not," Carl said, as the door swung closed behind Brad. He grew angry. He wanted to find that bitch and make her pay for this embarrassment. If any of the guys at school found out that he made out with a naked dude ... his reputation with the ladies would be ruined. But maybe there was a way to fix this before it got that far. All he'd have to do was go out and find a girl to fuck and make sure a bunch of people knew about it. That should be enough to bury the idea that he's gay.