"You know, Joseph, I'm pretty sure this so-called party isn't going to be a lesbian-style love fest," Jon confided to Joseph.
"Why? What else could it be?" Joseph asked naively.
"I think it's gonna be more like a bondage party. They want to tie you up, and gag you, and lock you in handcuffs, and drip hot was on you, and slap you around, and shave you where you don't want to be shaved, and stuff like that."
"Why would anyone do that?" Joseph asked incredulously.
"Some people seem to like it. Some people like doing it, and other like having it done to them."
"That doesn't seem possible," Joseph countered. "What if you're wrong? I'd be missing out on my first sex party. Hell, maybe having female sex organs isn't so bad! When I had my dick and balls, no one ever invited me to sex parties!"
"Joseph, if you really go to Lydia's party, I'm sure you won't enjoy it," Jon emphasized. "Even if it is a sex party, I don't think it's the kind of sex you'd like."
"How do you know what I'd like? My body is different now. I don't even know what I like. I really think I should try this and see what happens."
"Well, at least make sure you have a safe word," Jon urged.
"Like what?" Joseph demanded.
For several moments Jon mulled this over, meanwhile fingering the stone in his pocket.
