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Olya returned to her apartment after a hard day of work. She headed to her bedroom to get changed when she noticed the a rather private drawer of hers was ajar. She popped into Dima's room to ask him about it, but before she could say a word she noticed something odd: a pair of her pink fluffy handcuffs locked onto his wrists.
"I see you've helped yourself to my private collection" she announced.
"..yes, ma'am" Dima squeaked.
"Anya put you up to this?".
"She did, ma'am".
Olya sighed. "Well, I would really appreciate it if you stayed out of that drawer in future, OK? Now, there should be a little lever on those cuffs".
"The release lever?".
"Yeah, tha- hang on, you worked out how to remove them?".
"Yes, ma'am".
"Then.. why didn't you take them off?".
"I, uh, enjoy wearing them, ma'am".
"Ah..". This was not a conversation Olya expected to have, but she had to do it: "So.. you're, erm, getting aroused by, um, being handcuffed, are you?".
Dima's face twisted with disgust. "No? Why.. why would I be aroused by restraints?".
"Well, that's what most people mean when they say they like handcuffs" Olya explained.
Dima stared, horrified. "People.. they.. they get aroused by being handcuffed? Sexually aroused?".
"..Yes, they do".
"That's disgusting!".
Olya sighed. "A lot of people think so.."
Dima undid the cuffs, but before returning them he asked a question: "..Why do you own these, ma'am?".
"That's private" Olya replied.
Dima looked concerned.
"Oh, it's nothing bad" Olya assured, "Just.. I, erm, like being handcuffed too".
"OK" Dima said. Then he had a thought: "You said, most people who like handcuffs are aroused by them".
"I did say that" Olya replied.
"Are you.. are you aroused by handcuffs, ma'am?".
Olya sighed. "You got me".
"..How?" Dima said, "You.. you're so noble and elegant, how could you have such disgusting sexual behaviour?".
"What you.. find arousing isn't a moral thing" Olya replied, "It's just a preference that you can't really control".
"I guess so.." Dima replied, "Like, how I'm OK doing all the hetero stuff I do to Anya".
Olya's brow furrowed with confusion.
'Hetero stuff'? What could that mean? ..Does he think it means 'gay' or something? Perhaps.. but he's a boy and she's a girl, aren't they? Are they?
"Dima.. Have you been having any.. doubts about your gender?".
"..What?".
"Do you think you.. might like to be a girl?".
"..Should I want to-".
"No! I mean, it's perfectly fine whether you want to be a boy or a girl" Olya said, "It's just, if you want to become a girl, I could help you through that".
"I, uh, thank you for the offer" Dima replied, "But I would rather stay as a boy, ma'am".
"That's alright" Olya said, "So, by the way.. What did you mean by 'hetero stuff' with Anya?".
"Uh, I.. I thought 'hetero' meant boys and girls being sexual together?".
"Ah.. Well, that is what it means" Olya replied, "I'm just confused, because it sounded like you thought it was something weird?".
"It is kind of weird, isn't it?" Dima replied, "I know that a lot of humans are hetero, but most stay within their own sex.. right?".
Olya froze in shock. "..N-no, that's- that's not.. Most people are hetero" she finally managed.
"Are you sure?".
"Yes, I'm- I'm very sure".
Dima did not seem convinced. "Anya told me a lot of boys really dislike girls".
"That is true" Olya replied, "But despite this, those boys still find girls sexy".
"..That doesn't make sense".
"I agree" Olya said, "Guys seem to have a habit of not making sense. Anyway, could I have those handcuffs back?".
Dima handed over the cuffs, and Olya continued with her day.