“Wait, really?” Magdalena asked. “You guys touch eachother, like boys and girls do?”
“Yes, Magda,” Freja repeated for about the millionth time, “It’s called being a lesbian.”
“So, do you guys, like, share cooties to make the babies? Is there lesbian birth control?” Magda was still confused.
“No, no….there’s no semen,” Freja replied, slightly annoyed. Magda was lucky she had such great tits or this conversation would have been over a long time ago.
“No possible way to get pregnant. What did they teach you in Poland, how to runway walk?”
“So if I become a lesbian, I don’t get pregnant when my no-go zones are touched?” Anna meekly asked.
“Yeah. But, I mean, you don’t choose to become a lesbian. You’re born one.”
“So, um, does that mean you and Arizona put your…things together and like it?”
“We love it!”
“Gross!” Magda and Anna yell, and the three burst into fits of laughter.
