"...give away all my masculine essence," she said.
You stared at her, lips slightly parted. Was she saying what you thought she was saying?
"Yes, that's right. I was told that I won't be able to, uh, progress unless I give away my remaining masculinity. Turns out that despite my efforts there's still part of me that doesn't want to let go. And judging by your reaction," she smiled as she looked down -- stroking both her cock and yours almost lazily in each of her hands, "it seems like you'd be interested in receiving it."
You swallowed, and felt your heart beating in your chest, your cock throbbing. You were inclined to immediately agree, to take advantage of this opportunity before she changed her mind, but something held you back, even if just for a second. "But, isn't that an important part of you, if it has held on all of this time? How do you know it's the right thing to do -- just getting rid of it?"
She laughed, though not unkindly. "Look at you! What a gentleman! The offer of a lifetime, a hot redhead stroking your cock and you're still able to process some kind of metaphysical bullshit? Now I know I've picked the right guy." She leaned in close and pressed her bountiful chest against you. Her whispered voice was sultry in your ear.
"You came here for a reason, right? You felt like something was missing, like you wanted to explore a different version of yourself. Well, I've felt that way my entire life. I've had these two sides of me battling it out for years, and it feels like I've just been watching and suffering under their constant war. My feminine side is stronger, of course... but through some twist of fate I just happened to be born with a few details out of alignment. I want to give it to you..."
She stepped back, releasing your cock, and struck a pose. With her in full view, you could see other traces of masculinity in her body: a chin that was perhaps a little sharp, a small bump in her throat, shoulders a bit broader than they looked at first, and hips that jutted out from her waist with a sort of angularity, instead of a gentle curve.
She raised her hands above her head, the motion elevating her breasts which simply added to the flesh pouring out from her too-small bra. "...I want you to take it from me."
She looked down again, and so did you. Both of your cocks were throbbing -- yours was even leaking just a little precum. Was hers just a little bit bigger than yours? Something clicked in your mind. This felt right. A smile slowly spread across your face, and you felt your eyes twinkle mischievously.
"Okay," you said. "How do we do this?"
"Just follow my lead, baby." She stepped forward and stroked your cock a couple of more times before tucking it and her own away. She took your hand and led you across the hall towards the Transfer Wing. You caught the eye of a few people as you walked, and they looked at you knowingly, almost jealously. In a place like this, the purposeful stride you both had could only mean one thing.
As you entered the Transfer Wing, the redhead turned to you. "I checked up on it before you approached me. It turns out that transferring one's essence can be an intense experience. That's why I'm taking you to..."