"I didnt think so;" Mom goes, and scrubs a pan as if to wash away its sin away. Sinful pan! "Is it...... a boy?"
No, mom, a fifty- something tranny named Luscious Tits.
I consider saying this because theres a decent chance it'll make her head implode.
"S-sorry," I say. For what, standing there? Dick.
He asses me, up and down. "Are you a dude?"
Alas, my wit esacpeth me! I have no droll response for yon gent. So i say- I truly say this:
"No."
Ten minutes from now, I will have come up with some perfect rejoinder, something demure, lik 'I have some ideas on what you can do kind sir, and only half involve your mother.'
The walking penis laughs nd shoves past me to the bar.
Welcom to my life.