Her lipstick was a deep red, reminiscent of black without going quite that far. The combination of the dark lipstick and her shampoo ad-like hair was ...tartling. She was wearing a pair of gray woolen slacks that flowed with her curves. A darker gray cowl-neck sweater topped it off. It didn't mold to her breasts but it didn't hide them, by any means. She wore a pair of black leather shoes with one inch heels — long enough to firm up the backs of her legs and her butt without making her look like. I raised my head up slowly and felt my head pounding. I got up out of bed realizing I still had my same clothes that I wore last night, which was a pair of sweat pants and a dark blue tank top.I stood up and felt sick. I walked out of my room and into the living room desperately searching for some water and aspirin. I got out the cold pitcher of water and poured me a big glass. I chugged it fast and poured me another. The water so heavenly!Just then I heard the door open. Ben walked in carrying. His room is small and typical with NASCAR posters and sports memorabilia on the walls. He loves cars and he is telling me about this one and that one then stops and says:“I am sorry I did not offer you anything to drink. Would you like some juice or beer or something?”I asked, “Will you join me? Will you share some beer with me?”He said he has never tried anything alcohol at all. “Neither have I,” I said as innocently as I could, “is there anything stronger than beer?”Bill, desperate to please. What sort ofa "change" did I crave? A "change" was happening. If you are still aman, you are a man wearing lip gloss I told myself! Do men wear lipgloss?"Hey, what's the idea?" I said feeling violated and trying to takecontrol.Elizabeth knew that was what I was trying to do and as she had used theweapon of her lip gloss on me and she was going to thrust forward intomy sense of identity. She led me towards the bathroom mirror andgrabbed my chin in her right hand and forcefully turned my face.