I wrap my arms around it as its limbs flail. My hand closes around something and it slightly gives under my touch—squishy? “What”—a strangled gasp—“the”—more of the noise—“fuck?!!” it says. “That’s my BOOB!” the voice manages to push out while trying to swallow back air. I run my hands down and sure as shit, I feel how the body tapers in at the middle, and back up and out where boobs would, in fact, be … Fuck. Recognition surfaces … “Tait?!!”
