I’d rather go as Geralt of Rivia from The Witcher. Ross gestures up and down, indicating my padded shoulders, long gray wig, and faux beard with a quirked lip. “You had a dramatic coming out of the closet moment to go from boy to girl, and now you’re all dressed up as a man with a big dick?” Ross leans in and squints at the screen, pointing in the general direction of my crotch where, of course, I’ve stuffed the packer penis. We’re close now, me and this floppy silicone dick. “All I can say is—I approve.”
