"You know I want you to remain a boy," he replied, bending his head tosuckle on a nipple, "a lovely, feminine boy. So if bigger breasts arewhat you ...want, then you shall have them." He smiled and again ducked hishead to suckle the other breast. "I'm sure I can find a way to enjoy themno matter no matter what size they are."I must admit that at this point I was a little confused. Although I hadalways planned to go back to being a man after our year was up, I was nowso much embedded with and. There was also asmall collection of anime on a shelf, with a fair sized T.V. on the wallacross form the bed. "Make yourself at home; I'll bring your some food injust a few minutes."By this time I was wondering if he lived by himself like he'd said. Theweird thing about the anime is that no one in the area was Asian, the manwhose house I was in, was half black half white, and I was from Brooklyn.So I wondered why this room was decorated to suit a young woman. I figuredsince he'd be gone for a. John slowed down and sat down on the bus station's bench. Since it was a Sunday, he had to wait longer than usual. Just as he was about to put his headphones in, he heard a noise to his left. “Fuck!” an out-of-breath blonde yelled as she noticed that she too had missed the bus, much like John counting on it to be late. Still panting, she turned to John, her large breasts heaving while she recovered. "Do you know when the next bus will be here?” the blonde asked, adjusting her white see-through. " You two chefs have fun. What a feast." Amber cruised to our table with the food.When the liquid had approached the brim of my vessel, I permitted Quigley a turn and waited until his goblet was full. "An equitable contest."We sprayed our irons, loaded them with yellowish goo, and pressed our buttons at the same time.Quigley shook my hand. "May the best woman win."I held his palm longer than necessary.He didn't let go immediately.Eventually, I released my grasp, furtively checked that neither.