We stood back to back to start with, letting the water run over us. Brushing my long hair back over me shoulders I took the time to admire my breasts, too caught up in things yesterday to fully notice them. To my relief they were small, an A cup, maybe B at most. I’d been expecting big melons, but it looked like my retained masculinity had limited their potential. The thought of using my credits on a boob job entered my mind, and I shook my head to clear it away.
Soaked, I turned to the dispenser for some soap and paused to study it. There were several pumps, each labelled with a different description.
“Does there really need to be so many?” sighed Trevor, who’d turned at the same time. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted his semi and blushed before lewd thoughts could enter my mind.
I shrugged and said “Theyre much of a muchness, does it really matter which we pic?”
“If we’re going to be good girls it does,” laughed Trevor.
I laughed too and selected a pump at random “Well Let’s just try one a day until we pick a favourite. Rubbing my hands together I lathered up the soap labelled...
