"You're complaining?" Rick asked.
"Gawd no," I answered. "Maybe you'd still be all man if I had worn more sexy lingerie."
"Nothing could have changed my mind," he said with a disarming smile and shimmy his chest. "I know now that I was meant to wear bras. I wish I'd started when I was twelve."
'At least after I gave you that DVD' I thought. "You don't have to go all the way," I quickly suggested, hoping to plant a seed of doubt. "I like you the way you are now."
He put one hand on his breasts and the other on his crotch. "That wouldn't work. I love everything that goes along with being a woman, the clothes, the way men look at me... especially the way men look at me," Rick winked at Bob.