Following on from my last post…
If a man was to wake up one Saturday morning as an adult female, with a timer nearby counting backwards 23:59:44; 23:59:43… (to assure him that it wasn’t permanent) what do you think he would do with his remaining hours?
Think quickly because his time is running out.
Here’s a couple to start you off – and this is purely speculation;
1) He’d immediately strip off his jammies and stare at himself in the bedroom mirror. Probably for hours.
2) He’d phone the nearest veg shop and get them to send round a corn cob, a cucumber…anything!
3) Once he’d reduced the fruit and veg to a sticky pulp, he’d probably Google the address of the nearest lesbian nightclub.
4) Out would come the camera for a hundred ‘I shot myself’ full-length mirror pics.
5) He’d finally succeed in locating that elusive clitoris!
PS with regard to point 3, I assume he wouldn’t want an ordinary M/F tryst. I couldn’t imagine ‘her’ wanting to lie beneath a guy. I may be wrong…