TO BE OR NOT TO BE - PART 4

"Here's to success," he said.
I chuckled, “Just don’t tell me to break a leg.” “Success." I said and sipped my drink. Mark handed me the joint and I took a hit. He was watching me intently like he was trying to see through me. I pretended not to notice but it was starting to feel creepy.
"So what did you want to talk about?" I asked.
"Well, how do you feel about this whole thing? It's a bit out of the ordinary. If you know what I mean?"
"That's for sure," I answered.
"How do you feel about dressing up and playing a girl?"
I realized that this is one of the questions that I would have to be addressing in the weeks ahead.
"It's not the first time. It's happened all through history and there is quite a lot of it in today's theater," was my answer.
"You're right, it's just nothing I've ever experienced and this afternoon when the curtains opened and the spotlight hit you, you, you looked so beautiful and demure, well, I don't know any other way to say it, but my heart went out to you and I have no idea what to do. I'm not gay, I don't think, but now I don't know. After seeing you today and sitting here looking at you dressed like that, I don't see a boy anymore, I see a girl."
Maybe the girls were right, I told myself, let's see where this goes.
He continued, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not here to hit on you. I don't know what your sexuality is, shit I really don't know much about you at all. I don't know what I'm saying, this all sounds crazy to me. I can only imagine what you are thinking. Get this old faggot out of my room or something like that."
He was starting to ramble, so I raised my hand to stop him. He took a deep breath like he was relieved to have finally let it out.
"Listen, Mark, I can tell you're feeling something new and it's confusing. It's not like anything you've ever felt. And I can tell you are trying to be as honest as you can and trying to understand what's going on."
"That's why I'm here."
"I know, but the truth is this afternoon is not the first time I've worn a dress."
"Really, do you wear them often?"
"Not often enough, if you want to know the truth."
"So, do you want to be a girl?"
How do you answer a question like that? The bottom line is that I am just as confused as Mark seems to be.