First clear the air.

"I've got a better idea," Bill/Amber said suddenly. She took Bill's hands and put them on her shoulders, then did the same to him. She fixed him with a steely gaze.

He looked away awkwardly and began to ask what she was doing when she spoke.

"Bill, look at me." He did, then averted his gaze again.

"Look at me." This time he maintained eye contact. "You know what I want you to say, don't you?"

He looked around nervously. "Amber, I-"

"I'm not Amber," she interrupted. "I'm Bill. I know what I want you to say, and I think you do too."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

She smiled knowingly, their eye contact never broken. "Say it with me, ok? On the count of three. One, two, three..."

Together they mouthed the word "pussy".

"There is is!" Amber/Bill cried triumphantly. "Say it again! Pussy!"

Bill was laughing, but he managed to reply. "Pussy!"

She was now holding his head in place, their eyes locking with laughter. "Snatch!" she commanded.

"Snatch!" he echoed, getting into the game.

"Tits!" "Cock!" "Cunt!"

He paused at the last one as his female counterpart waited. "Cunt!" she yelled again. "Come on dude, if you can't even say the word then how are you gonna learn anything?" She spread her legs, exposing her perfectly shaven vulva. "I mean, what the fuck do you call this?"

Bill looked at it. After a beat, he replied.

"That's a cunt."