La Femme Lolita

(My girlfriend and I are Lolitas; we dress in over-the-top, frilly, rococo-inspired clothing for fun. Since my girlfriend is tall and thin, people often mistake her for a very pretty man. A woman runs up to us, brandishing a camera.)

Woman: “Excuse me! Could I get a picture of your clothing?”

(We pose for a picture, then hang around and answer the woman’s questions about our clothing.)

Woman: “One last thing, and I’m sorry if I’m intruding.” *leans foreword and whispers, pointing to my girlfriend* “Are you a boy, or a girl?”

Girlfriend: *grins, lowers her voice to a very convincing, manly tone* “Aw, shucks, I thought I passed well enough this time.”

Woman: *visibly relieved* “Oh, thank God! I thought you two were lesbians!”