Your mouth fell open a little as her pearly white shorts made way for an unexpected presence - beneath a trimmed bed of fiery hair lay a perfectly smooth, pale and sweet smelling girly cock drooped lazily over a pair of perfectly small balls.
“You are doing quite well for yourself, buddy” the redhead congratulated as she pulled the waistband further down and freed your eager member, brushing it ever so casually in a tease that gently prompted it to rise. In response you took her cue and pulled down her boy shorts to reveal the dainty package that sprung from her crotch, no less impressive between her thighs.
“So whose dick is this really?” You asked, mystified at the origin. The pale skin matched up completely, there was no trace of a seam at all let alone evidence of a pussy you could feel with your fingers.
“Well … it’s mine. My original.” She asserted, with a slight hint of sore hesitation in her voice. “I’ve been in the … uh … process for a very long time and done all the hormones and things - I am living my life as me, but I never could quite figure how to deal with this last bit hanging around.”
She gave a look longingly at her own cock, coaxing it’s softness to stir with one hand and cupping her balls in the other.
“I just couldn’t think about it until now when I heard of this place and the possibility of finding proper help at last. I’ve made a few trades and transfers with some lovely ladies already to help with the look - a bit of height here, some bone structure there - but it seems this last part is a bit harder to shift.”
She stood bemused as one of her little hands worked their way into your pants further and the other continued gliding up and down her girly shaft, apparently eager to compare the two in her own mind.
“I don’t know what to say …” you offered, not knowing how to react to the combination of sad story struggle and rising heat of idle hands.
“I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, and I’ve decided that if I can’t quite get rid of it then the next best thing to do is …”