No, call it a night

Gary shrugs and sighs, "I'm just tired that's all."

Mary nods and says, "At least, you can't say I didn't try." She rolls over and goes to sleep.

Surprised at how easy she gave up, Gary goes back to the computer.

"Just like her," he thinks, "she really didn't want to fuck. Just make me feel bad."

When he hears Mary snoring, he pulls up the Gay Male hypnotic file. He is determined to stay awake and listen to the whole thing through.

He convinces himself that he's merely curious. And, of course, as the file progresses, he falls into a trance.

Mary wakes him up the next morning. He's still in the chair but the computer is shut off. He groans as hos muscle punish him for not enjoying a warm bed.

"Serves you right," she says.

Gary merely looks at her with disinterest.

"What do you want for breakfast?"

"Nothing," he grumbles and heads to the bathroom.

Mary saunters off to the kitchen. A full day planned ahead of her whirling around in her head. Because it's Saturday, she knows Gary will probably just sit in front of the TV and watch sports. At least, he'll be out of her way so she can get some things done.

Gary shuffles to the bathroom and relieves himself. Not bothering to put his underwear back on, Gary glances at himself in the mirror. Something about himself looks different. Something more appealing than before. He rubs his chin and feels the bristles of his early morning beard. He gets an erection. He smiles at the sight of it.

"Oh, that feelth divine," he lisps. His jaw drops. "Where did that lisp come from? And 'divine'?"

Bewildered, he steps back from the mirror. An urge to put on his wife's bra and panties flows into his mind like it was most natural.