With complete honesty.

You nod, and take a moment to really think about your answer here. Not about whether you should answer; it was Taylor, and you weren't going to hide anything from her.

You knew why she wanted to know - that there was a part of your lives that you could never really share, because the other just wasn't interested. She'd love to be able to talk about some cute girl with you, and have you really get what she was talking about. Of being able to talk about your one-day girlfriends, and be able to share all those little amusing stories about how it differed from a straight relationship. Of being able to share dating tips and words of caution, and know that they were relevant. The two of you could be closer than you ever had before.

Except... As you searched your memory and emotions, you didn't think that Taylor's hopes could be answered here. Yes, Ms. Devlin had undeniably made you a lesbian... For a time. But like the rest of her influence, it was an ephemeral thing. You vaguely remember checking out some girls once you got to the cafeteria, appreciating them before comparing them unfavorably to Ms. Devlin... But that had soon faded.

Now, if you pictured your typical fantasy, you imagined a ruggedly handsome man with a well-built-but-not-too-well-built body, a roguish smile, and just a touch of facial hair. Strong and reliable, but who just looked like he worked out on the weekends, not some kind of lumberjack - who could give you a tight, firm hug, but didn't look like he'd break you if he tried.

You tried picturing one of the girls you checked out earlier, and... Nothing. The memory of attraction was there, and you could describe in detail what your tastes where when you were temporarily a lesbian, but... It did nothing for you now.

...It was a strange thing, looking at your own preferences, and figuring out where they'd come from. Because your tastes as a fake lesbian had been wholly artificial, drawn up with some kind of demonic magic; you could clearly see the roots of where it was drawing from your dating fantasies, or adapting masculine traits you appreciated, or of drawing on your positive feelings towards women in your life. You had no idea if this was how non-magically-imposed tastes worked, but it was... Strange, seeing how it all worked.

Maybe you should have been a psychology major instead? This was all pretty interesting, now that you were living it.

"None of it lasted," You answer Taylor, having worked through your feelings, "100% straight again. But it wasn't a total waste... I remember what it was like to like women. We can talk about a woman you have a crush on, and I'll be able to _get it _this time. At least, if your tastes match my temporary ones!"

You give her a wan smile in return. It wasn't what she wanted to hear, you're certain. But... At least you could try to get a bit closer with this.

"But yeah, it was... Odd," You sigh, remembering your experience, "I was never attracted to women before, but while I was under her influence... It all just clicked. How I wanted to run my hands over her soft breasts, grab her plump behind, kiss those wonderful lips... How all of those details, that had once just seemed like a nice painting... Were suddenly something I wanted, all that I wanted. And that should feel horrible, right? To have such a core part of you overwritten. At least, there should be some dissonance as I bring up that memory, right?"

"But... There isn't," You continue, "I think back to that moment, and it all feels so natural, like I'd really found myself in that moment. And I think back to my normal fantasies now, and that feels so natural, like it's who I really am. And the me of now and the me of then... They both feel like me, just as authentic as ever."

"But, that's obviously not true, right?" You finish, shaking your head, "The me I am now is the me I've always been, and the me in that moment was a me rearranged by a demon. I might not have hated being like that, but I do hate how she changed me without my consent. Maybe some other woman would have loved her 'gift', but I'm not that woman. I like who I am just fine."

Taylor nodded, looking away with a bit of embarrassment. Well, you understood; it was an awfully personal topic, and it was difficult to judge where the conversational line should be. She'd been fine, though.

"I see," Taylor said after a moment, "I'm sorry, that was a bit of an invasive question, wasn't it? I just... Had to know."

"I understand," You reply, "I'd be curious about how you felt too, if an incubi had rewritten you to be straight. Heck, I might even tease you a bit with some of my old crushes."

"Ick, boys," Taylor jokingly replied, sticking out her tongue, "Keep up that talk, and I have a few actresses to show you!"

"Mercy, mercy!" You laugh, throwing up your hands, "You're an hour too late for that!"

You smile at her, the strange tension having dissipated. The two of you were laughing and joking with each other, just like you always had. You'd been through some strange things today, but... Now things could go back to normal, at least between the two of you.