As you walk with Gene, you give your hips a sexy little sway to go along with your walk. Gene looks at you, chuckling.
“What?” You ask him.
“Nothing,” he says, “but when did you start wearing skirts?” You shoot him a concerned look.
“I’ve worn skirts ever since I was 16, Gene. Are you feeling alright?”
“Yeah, but what made you decide to wear them?”
“I mean, I figured if most of my lower body fits a very feminine profile, I might as well dress to accentuate those features.” It was true that your lower body was very feminine. You had pretty wide hips, and long legs to match your puffy wet vagina.
“One question, though...” he asks.
“Yeah?” You respond.
“Do you ever wish you were more feminine?”
“I guess,” you reply, patting your ample ass, “I sometimes wish I had enough top weight to match with this beauty.” You smirk, walking ahead of Gene, swaying your hips a little more to attract his attention. Then Gene...