Oliver sat up in bed, chest heaving. His hands leapt to his chest and the softness of his breasts curdled in his stomach like a glass of spoiled milk. The wrongness of it.
Yup. Being trans sucks homie. I feel it. I’d give a lot to have real breasts and a coochie to call my own. Maybe in the next life. Thankfully you are going to get a happy ending and I’m so excited for you.
