"Yeah?" Mike said, not sure about what Connie might have in mind. "Like what?"
She hopped up from the bed. "I want you to turn me into a man," she announced cheerfully.
"Excuse me?" Mike spit out. "Is this your way of trying to tell me you're gay?"
She smacked him softly on the shoulder. "Don't be stupid, Mike," she told him. "After what we did in that bed earlier, I'd think you'd know better. I'm just curious, is all."
"Curious?"
"Yeah," she explained. "Just to know what it feels like. Come on. You can tell me that, at some point in your life, you haven't wondered what it would be like to have a pair of these." She cupped her breasts. "Or..." she added, nodding downward.
"Well..." Mike stammered, knowing that it was true. He had, once or twice, thought about it, at least.
"See," she grinned, amused at his discomfort. "Well, I've always wondered about that," she told him, pointing at his naked crotch. "What did it feel like to have one of those between your legs. Now, I can find out."
"I don't know, Con," he hesitated.
"Come on, Mike," she pleaded, a mischievious look in her eye. "Do this one thing for me, then we'll discuss this blowup doll fantasy of yours."
His mood seemed to brighten instantly, as she winked at him. "Okay," he finally said. "But just for a few minutes."
"No problem," she nodded.
Shaking his head, he pointed at her. "Be a man," he said.
