"I'd like to be a guy." Trish confessed, "So I'm not judged on my looks, don't have to spend an hour just to get ready, and can just..." her voice trailing off.
"I want to turn Staci down, just to see a man do that, be the man who does that." Trish finished in a rush. Cheeks burning at her revelation.
"Nothing too flashy." She quickly added, "No extended... you-know... just a guy."
"Guys don't compare." Alex explained, "It's not on display, and guys don't look at other guys..." his voice now trailing off awkwardly.
His hand flailing as he tried to both gesture to her bust, and then his crotch.... and not at the same time.
Her hands snatched Alex's across the table, "If you could do that... I'd be so delighted..." she was giddy with excitement.
"You wouldn't rather..." he gestured a swelling bust, and more curvaceous figure.
"Would you?" she fired back, "They can be fun, but it's a lot of work to maintain..." she objected. Then her expression shifted, "Would you?" she asked her tone entirely different and more open.
"I could play Staci's immediate boss, and you be her confidente and colleague." she asked.
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