Be Yourself

He stood in front of Evelyn, his best friend, the girl he'd had a crush on since high school, naked but for the white bra and panty set she'd bought for him. For years he imagined being undressed with her, for years he fantasized about sleeping with her, for years he yearned to be with her, but not like this, never like this.

"They look very cute on you," Evelyn said, smiling at him, "don't you think? Go on, get dressed, we need to leave soon."

"Evelyn," he moaned softly, "I...I don't think..."

"Now at the party, I don't expect anything to happen tonight, that's not the point, tonight is just about exploring, okay?"

"Ev..."

"I'll be your wing...we're going to set a goal of ten guys to flirt with."

"Evelyn, I...I don't know how to do that," you said, desperate for her to stop this.

"Of course you don't, silly, but it's way easier than you think. See that look you have on your face right now, that shy, kind of embarrassed look? That's like a huge flirt signal to a guy."

"Ev..."

"So you just follow my lead, okay? We'll talk to a guy together, I'll start, then I'll bow out to grab a drink or something, leaving you with him. All you need to do is keep talking to him, find the cutest thing about hims, and remembering you're wearing a cute bra and panty set. It will be obvious to him you're gay."

"I'm gay," you insisted.

She ignored your protest. "Now assume at six or seven of the guys we talk to will be weirded out but they won't want to make a scene, so they'll just move on. But at least a couple of them will be intrigued and one might even be interested. They won't act on it at the party, but it will plant the seed."

"Evelyn, I...I can't..."

"Sweetie, you're never going to find a boyfriend if you don't put yourself out there."

"I...I don't want a boyfriend," I said.

She shrugged. "Just be yourself, okay, that's all you need to do...be yourself."