Yes. Lez become lovers.

She takes your head between her hands and kisses you. You've kissed a lot since your early teens – you do you remember it vividly now – but never like this. Her tongue explores your moth curiously, eagerly, hungrily. It’s all the same techniques as always when you kiss, of course it is, you literally learned French kissing from each other – but the feeling is different, there's love in it - a genuine, deep romantic love, not the love of friends. Or so you interpret it. Return her kiss and pray to all Goddesses of lust and love that you're not mistaken. Eventually she ends the kiss.

“I love you, too, Lexi!”

Like with the kiss, you remember hearing these words form her a lot since you were a young girl, but never with this timbre. You look into her eyes lovingly.

“Where is this coming from now?”, she asks breathlessly.

“I think I’ve always loved you…"

You dare to move forward. Your memories support it. You would have. Had you been her friend for so long. She nods.

“All the time I wasted with these silly boys…”

Again she leans forward and kisses you. From the corner of your eyes you see a huge man in a muscle shirt approaching.

“Everything alright, here, Candy?”

Seems you crossed a limit or two too many for the bouncer to ignore. Candy nods.

“It's OK, thanks. All consensual."

The big man nods.

“OK, but you better charge extra, THOSE kisses are way to steamy to be included in the standard fare, I'm sure the boss will agree."

You both giggle. Clara looks at you.

“These are on the house.”

He shrugs and turns around

“If you say so.”

You spend the rest of the night together during all the breaks between Candy's dances. And for free too, apparently Candy's boss is easily persuaded to give her the time off as long as you two don't stop kissing and don’t mind the other guests watching you – it seems two hot women kissing won't go unnoticed for long in a strip club. You have no problem with that – you've never kissed anyone for longer than a few minuets before - as a man, kissing was little more than foreplay nuisance, but that attitude has changed. Now that you and Clara are a couple, kissing is the love language you both get. Unlimited. And you can’t get enough of it. When her shift is done, you take her home, where you need no other occupation either than lying on her couch and exchanging saliva and love. You're not even thinking of going further. You've had sex before as friends with benefits, there's no urgent need to get it done as lovers. After what seems like hours, you walk home – you both decided to follow the standard procedure: like teens in love, you made out – heavily - on a party but won't go any further until after your first proper date. Which will happen tomorrow. You sight and smile. The butterflies in your stomach flutter wild at the thought.

You fell in love with a girl. For the first time in your life, as a man or woman. Hopeless, head over heels. The thought of possibly having to give this up when you become a man again who Clara only remembers meeting as Candy and whose feelings for her went as deep as his tiny dick was short make you shiver. You will… do you still want to be a man? This can't possibly remain a thing if you do… and you want this!

The gem on your chest glows warm...