"What else could you possibly not like?" These," I hefted my breast. "These are monstrosities. They're punchingbags. Make them smaller."He stared dumb...ounded at me. "That ... that doesn't make sense. All guyslike big tits. Besides, they're only D's." Right," I said. "Just like the foot-long dong that used to hang betweenmy legs." It wasn't that long ..." ... exactly. That would have been unwieldy. So why would I want breaststhis big?"He looked at my cleavage and then at the bottle. "Okay, what. Once she was finished, her steps ambled over to Brett’s immobile body. The cart was put near his side.Lily snapped on a disposable latex glove with an unnecessarily loud flourish. Lube from the pump dispenser spurted out with a series of squeaks and squirts that were very noticeable in the otherwise dead silent room. At this point, Brett must have had an inkling as to what Lily intended to do. That was why she didn’t find it surprising when her finger, slick and cold, slipped into his ass. Megan starts to look around. I ask the clerk if Brynn is in. A moment later a feisty redhead comes out from the back. Upon seeing me, she runs over and gives me a bit hug.“Kyle, oh my, I didn’t expect to see you. How are you?”“I’m doing ok now, thank you. I need your help. See that cute blond over there?” Brynn glances over and back to me. “That’s Megan, she is starting a new job and needs a professional wardrobe. I have figured for a while that you could probably do wonders with her.”“Are you. Unfortunately, alot of men don't care to accept such presents (although, quite frankly,more than a few do appreciate them). Brad, I feared, was one of theformer, rather than one of the latter.He'd said not a word, since hearing my poetic confession, as it were, ofmy transsexual--or hermaphroditic--nature and the offering, in my verse,of all of my charms to him as gifts that were, at the same time,"intimations of intimacy" to follow--if he wished to accept them and theadditional gift--the gift.