"Flirting," Melissa says. You think you see a brief flash of pink out of the corner of your eye, but when you glance over she's just smiling at you. Gene laughed.
"Come on," Gene says. "Why would my boyfriend need to flirt with me?" He smiles at you. "Besides, your boobs did all the work getting my attention." You smile back at him, knowing the hidden meaning behind his words. Your boobs - something you were constantly teased for in high school - might have caught his attention, but he remembers you as his boyfriend only because you had changed his cock into a pussy.
"Your boyfriend?" Melissa asked innocently. You think you catch another flash out of the corner of your eye - this time blue - but ignore it because you're watching Gene look momentarily confused.
"My friend," Gene repeated. "Boyfriend? You know I'm not into guys."
"Not even for me?" you ask with a smirk, crossing your arms over your flat but somewhat muscular chest. Of course *you're* not gay, but you're curious about whether Gene thinks of you differently since you changed him.