This might be a mistake...

It's now the third day following your revelation about your own sexuality on Wednesday night. Thursday, you went to Emily's and somehow ended up sleeping with her mother, a woman you've known for nearly a decade. Friday, you and Liz Fowler went to the mall to buy lingerie together. If anyone had told you that this would be the shape of your week before a few days ago, you would have called them a crazy pervert.

Does that make you a crazy pervert?

You start to think it does and are wracked with guilt. Not knowing what to do you call your best friend and insist on her coming to see you.

Emily shows up about an hour later in a pair of cut off jeans and a cute little tanktop, her face is framed in concern. Seeing her first you burst into tears, in turn your best friend hugs you.

The two of you sit in your room and you start to confess the whole thing. Emily's face changes multiple times of the course of the story. First she is concerned, then angry, then worried, but the final expression, as you describe the fact that you have agreed to sleep with her father in a Hotel room is hard to understand.

You wipe the tears away from your eyes and then look at her, waiting for her to say something.