"You've never worn your sister's nighties?"
"My sister wore long night gowns, nothing so..."
"Yes," I blushed.
Evita lay the flimsy baby doll on her pillow. "Then you are going to have some fun tonight." She reached for my hand ant pulled me from the bed, spinning me around, unzipping my gown. "Don't tell me you don't want to try it on? Don't tell me you're not a transvestite. You probably masturbate dreaming about frilly things, so why fight it? Why act so embarrassed? You are who you are."
"I-I've never shared my secret with anyone. Tonight I feel like I'm trapped in a movie, Earlier I drank too much, and things have been happening so quickly, I..."
Evita placed a finger to my lips, silencing me.
"Get undressed," she said as she sat on the bed. "I want to watch."