Shutting the door, Joey followed him and sat on the bed, hugging Chandler comfortingly. "Shh, shh, calm down. It's all right. Why, why did you ever think you were a girl?"

Chandler composed himself somewhat, but remained confused. "You mean, I've always been like this?"

Joey nodded. "Of course! I mean, look around you. This is a guy's room. You've only got guy's clothes. You've only got condoms, no tampons or makeup. This whole apartment is just for guys. Just for us."

Chandler shrugged and tried to make sense of it. "I thought--I thought I was just a tomboy or something. That's why we get along so well."

Joey shook his head. "We're *guys*. That's why we get along. Come on, Chandler, don't you remember going to an all boys' high school? Don't you remember sleeping with women?"

"I-I remember something like that. I don't know, it's faint. It's--it's like a dream. I remember kids calling me a girl in kindergarten."

Joey pulled him closer, helping Chandler sit up and put his head on Joey's shoulder. "Well then I guess I'll have to refresh your memory. You probably have a high school yearbook around here somewhere, and me and the gang can tell you about all your girlfriends. You know, like Janice."

"Janice?" Chandler searched in his mind for details. "Long hair? Annoying laugh?"

"Yeah!" Joey said. "See, you remember."

"A little bit." He was surprised at the flashes of memory that were starting to come back now. "What, what happened to me?"

Joey felt just as bewildered. "I-I don't know. You've been acting strange for the past couple of weeks, Chandler. Everybody said it was just a phase, like when you freaked out over Ross and Rachel's breakup because it reminded you of your parents' divorce."

Chandler nodded as he remembered. "And I started smoking again."

"Yeah, then Rachel gave you the hypnosis tape to help you quit. That's when you started acting weird."

"Weird?"

"You know, like a woman. Only we didn't realize that was it. We thought, maybe you're only stressed out or something. It was just small things at first, so we humored you." Joey frowned and realized how blind he and the others had been. "The gang said to give it a while, and if the weird stuff didn't go away, we'd talk it over with you and maybe get you some help, like when your parents sent you to that therapist to help you cope with their divorce."

"Oh." Chandler absorbed that information and nervously pulled at the buttons of his shirt. But it wasn't his shirt, he realized. It was Joey's. "We--we had sex," he whispered.

"Yeah," Joey nodded and then winced with shame and horror. "Oh no! I did that to you, and you thought--" He gasped and abruptly let go of Chandler, shaking his head remorsefully. "I'm sorry! I'm so, so sorry!"

Chandler approached him and tried to get back into Joey's arms.

Joey just turned away and covered his face, repeating over and over, "What did I do?"

"Joey!" Chandler grabbed his arm. "You didn't do anything wrong. I asked you out. I kissed you. I said 'Let's have sex now.'"

"But how stupid could I be?" Joey felt wretched with guilt.

"Stupid?" Chandler scoffed. "How about me not knowing what's between my legs?"

Joey still blamed himself. "I should have stopped it. I should have known you weren't acting like yourself, that it was too easy." He swallowed agonizingly. "I just, I thought you wanted me too. I thought it was real."

"It was! It is!" He kissed Joey's shoulder reassuringly. "You took it slow. You kept asking me if I was sure. You gave me every chance to say no, Joey, and I didn't. I wanted it. I wanted you." Chandler hugged him tight. "I--I still want you. Did you mean what you said, Joe? You don't want to lose me? You'd give up girls for me?"

Joey brushed away the questions as irrelevant. "I'm sorry, Chandler. I promise I won't come onto you again." He choked up. "I'll--I'll even move out if you want me to."

"No!" Chandler moaned, clinging to him. "Don't leave me, Joe! I did it. I--" He realized something and turned Joey to face him. "Wait, you knew I was a guy and you still wanted me? You're--you're gay?"

Joey shrugged and knew there was no use in denying it, after what he'd done. He frowned. "Yeah, I guess."

Chandler insisted on knowing more. "How long? I mean, it wasn't just because I've been acting like a girl lately?"

"No," Joey shook his head and sighed. "I--I've been thinking about you for a long time and, and I've been hiding it until today. I'm so, so sorry!"

"Don't," Chandler suddenly smiled. "Don't be sorry, Joe." He moved to kiss Joey.

Joey flinched. "No, Chandler, you're a guy--" He thought Chandler was just getting confused again.

"I know!" Chandler answered. "I know I'm a guy. I'm gay too."

"No, you're not. You're straight--"

"I'm gay!" Chandler kissed him insistently. "I remember now. I've wanted you for a long time too, ever since that New Year's kiss. I just never thought you'd be gay, Joey, never! But when I thought I was a woman, suddenly everything seemed easy. You'd want me, and we could date and have sex. I mean, it might take some work for me to convince you to stay with me and not dump me like all your one-night stands, but somehow, I was confident that I could do it."

Joey shook his head and didn't dare to believe him. "You don't remember that, Chandler! You're just confused. You're just saying that because of what I said--"

"No!" Chandler kissed him again and reached to unzip Joey's pants. "Here, I'll show you."

Joey pulled away from him firmly. "No! No, we can't do that again. It's wrong. I won't take advantage of you."

"Joey!" Chandler begged. "How do I convince you? I really, really wanna be with you. I was so desperate to be with you that I made myself crazy! Don't you see?"

"But what if it's not true? What if we take you to a shrink and you get cured and you don't want me anymore? What if you hate me for what I did?"

"I couldn't. I could never hate you. I love you."

Joey blinked and stared at Chandler. He wanted very much to say the same, but he held back. "How can I believe you?"

Suddenly, they heard a noise from the living room and turned. It sounded like someone knocking, then opening the apartment door.

Joey frowned and remembered. "That must be the pizza guy. We left our wallets out there." With a sad glance at Chandler, Joey got up and hurried into the living room.