No one is around.

Gary gasps as he looks around and sees that the stretch of road is still deserted. He plops the dildo out of his mouth and drives off.

He drives with one hand and continues to grasp the dildo with the other.

Something is wrong with him, Gary decides.

"I'm not gay," Gary whispers as he continues to drive.

At a stop light, Gary looks over and sees a couple of bicyclists. His eyes are drawn to their obvious bulges in the tight cyclists' pants. His mind drifts off as to what those cocks must look like. The driver behind him honks to wake Gary out of his revelry.

Embarrassed, Gary drive off. He should be straight again. He listened to the hypnotic file and he got a hard-on with his wife. He starts to think of everything he knows about hypnosis.

They say that hypnosis can't make you do anything that you don't want to. Maybe he has gay tendencies but always was able to keep them repressed. Maybe the hypnotic trance just removed that block. He did have to admit that he felt different. A little more freer. A little more feminine. He felt as if his perspective was different today.

Most importantly, Gary wondered if he could put the gay genie back in the bottle.