She had asked me to come by. I didn't mind; she's nice, and I can always have a good conversation with her.
After I sat down, she asked if I wanted tea. I agreed. Once I had finished my tea, she picked up her cup and asked if I had enjoyed it. I nodded, and she poured me some more. I drank it again. She looked at me provocatively
and asked what I thought of her clothes.
Usually, I choose my words carefully, but this time, I blurted out that she looked very good. I was a little shocked by my answer.
She immediately fired off another question: "Do you find this erotic?" I answered immediately: "Yes, definitely. I'm even a little jealous..." I apologized. She laughed and said, "It's okay. I knew you would answer more freely." "The tea was good, wasn't it?" she said mischievously. I agree again. She asked me how I felt. I didn't want to answer, but something made that impossible. So, I start talking, and she keeps asking, and I keep answering. I don't remember anything else, only that I answered far too honestly. There was no stopping me, and the conversation went in a direction I would rather have kept to myself. When I finished, she asked if I really meant it. Again, I was shocked by my answer.
I don't know how much time passed, but eventually, I felt myself becoming more resilient.
Then, I noticed that the person on the TV screen was moving in sync with me. I looked around for the camera and found it slightly above me.
I looked at what I was wearing—her shoes! I looked at the screen again. Actually, I looked pretty good. I laughed at my thought. What happened? Then the TV showed a picture, and it was followed by a moment of silence.
A lot happened to me, from how I look to how I feel, and it can't hurt, my body reacted.
Another picture appeared.
This one hit me even harder. I cried out, "Yes, it's true. I feel how I look now. But what now?" I heard my voice. It suited me. It also sounded the way I felt. It became too much for me.
She came in, we hugged, and she asked how I was doing. She said she would help me further. I thanked her. I walked out the door a different person, chasing my dream.










