"It's not like I want to necessarily live life as a woman ..." Jeff admits. "But we both know the sex was soooo much better! Like, the sensation of being filled is so much better than ... well, you know, and ... I'm sorry, honey. I love your body as a woman, I love how you look, I can't imagine not being attracted to you ... but it just seems like a letdown to me now just stick out my dick now, instead of what .... we did. "
"So you're not more attracted to me being a man than as a woman, you just want cock?" Mary paraphrased.
Jeff hung his head and nodded.
Mary got up from the table, and walked into the other room, wordlessly.
Jeff felt terrible, but wasn't sure if he should follow her. Then he heard the vials clanking, and the sound of pouring, and Mary returned with two glasses. She sat one down in front of both of them. Jeff couldn't read her expression, but knew he'd better comply. He picked up his glass and drank it.
Mary smiled slightly, then drank hers.