Katie meets me at the door wearing torn jeans, a plain white tee-shirt, and Doc Martins. She's not wearing any make-up, and she has her short hair slicked back.
"You look like a dyke," I say.
"It's an experiment," she says.
I hear voices from inside the apartment. Female voices.
"I thought it was just going to be the two of us this evening ...."
"Plans change."
I follow her in, feeling apprehensive. Sitting on the couch are three of her friends. They're all dressed butch too. They giggle when they see me.
"Take off your clothes," Katie says.
"What? Right here?"
"It's part of the experiment."
I strip down in front of them, growing increasingly self-conscious the more I expose. By the time I lower my boxer shorts, my face is bright red. They're all looking at my dangling cock. I resist the urge to cover myself with my hands.
"Look," one of the girls says, "He's getting hard."
"He likes showing off for us," Another one says, laughing.
Katie comes out of the back bedroom. She's wearing a big, black strap-on dildo and one latex glove. She's taken off her tee shirt so she's naked from the waist up. The sight of her bare tits makes me harder.
"Is this part of the experiment too?" I say.
"We're testing a hypothesis," she says, crossing over to me.