Joe took a deep breath. This was a place he never, ever expected to find himself. He was a man, perfectly happy to be so. He had no prejudice against men who chose to become women--in fact he worked with several--but on a fundamental level he had never understood it.
But then his wife had died in a car accident, and here he was.
"Can you give me a female body that's lactating? My-my wife died and our daughter is only three months old and she needs a mother."
"Of course. Right this way, ma'am."
Joe--she was planning to keep the name--woke up. "Breasts? They're heavy. That's good, right?"