Krystal smirked. "I want a dick. A nice, big cock so I can fuck Tiger Lily."
Circe raised her eyebrow. "A dick? No one's ever asked me for that. And why do you want such a disgusting thing?"
Meadow swore she almost heard Krystal growl back. "What goddamn business of it is yours why I want a penis? Ya think I like having to sit my ass down to pee? That I can't make hippie dippie over here grab my balls and lick my dick head until I bust all over her face?"
"Forgive me. It's just - I've dealt with plenty of men in my time. Disgusting creatures who always thought they could get the better of me. In fact, let me show you something."
Circe reached under her counter and came back with a long tray, covered with fabric. She whipped it off to reveal three dildos: one of average length, one with skin wrapped around the head, and one as thick as Meadow's forearm and long enough to poke Circe on the chin as she set it down.
"Care to feel them?"
Both Meadow and Krystal felt the material of the dildoes. It felt so smooth and firm, like real skin.
"These are all...gifts from former lovers. You may pick one, and I will show you how to set it in place. But I must also give you a warning. Each time you use your new cock, whether for pleasure or purpose, it will flood your body with masculine energy."
Krystal looked up. "The hell does that mean?"
Circe smiled. "Even if I told you, it wouldn't change a thing. Now please make your selection."