As a guy.

"Well, I don't know... you know that hot French girl I introduced you to, the one from my Chem class?"

"Margaux?"

"Yeah, her. She's the one who told me about the party, she seemed like she was looking forward to meeting me there."

"Dude, solid, she's hot as fuck. I mean, obviously going as a girl could be fun, but if I were you I'd take that opportunity while I have it!" Andy laughs.

With that, you opt to leave the ring in your pocket for the night. You open your dresser and pull out a nice pair of dark jeans and a casual black button-up. You return to the bathroom to do up your shirt, run a little gel through your hair and put on a hint of cologne. When you step out, Andy is gone, and Amy stands in his place, wearing an invitingly tight, short black dress. You can't help but stare, and Amy does a little twirl for you, laughing.

"Like what you see?" she grins.

"Yeah, me and every other straight guy at that party," you say. "Lowkey I'm tempted to skip the party and stay here with you!"

"Hey, you're not too bad yourself, Mr. I-Pretend-I-Don't-Know-I'm-Hot."

"Damn, I have a long-ass name," you retort, but inwardly you're smiling.

"Alright, you perv, enough staring. You're only allowed to stare at me this long if you're gonna fuck me."

"Hmmm," you say, pretending to be deep in thought. "Who, uh, who says I'm not?"

"Well," Amy says, walking towards you. "That one's up to you. We can go to the party and you can meet Margaux, or we can stay here..." Amy unbuttons the first button of your shirt. "And spend the night in..."