"Look man, I know that I look like your girlfriend, but I'm not - I'm a fusion between her and your brother - that's why I have such a masculine-looking bottom half."
She sighs.
And you do as well, shaking your head and stuffing your hands into your shorts' pockets.
And then your eyes bulge out of your skull when she tears off her shirt, shaking her hair.
Her uncovered chest's tits bounce free and heave up and down with her chest as she struggles to hide her panting - as she stares right at you.
The tips of her nipples start to quiver before they each spread to unveil a magnificent growing, curving, circumcised penis - "dicknipples."
Blushing, she opens her mouth to speak:
"I've . . . gotten to know you really well over the past few months dude. You've really helped me out with getting acclimated to society, handling the memories of your old girlfriend and your brother, and finding my own identity. You've kept your distance and respected my boundaries and limits, defended me from hate groups, all while I look just like the love of your life!
And . . . you've just been a really great guy, okay?"
You nod.
She reaches down to take off her trousers and boxers, and cocks her head to the side, eyes fluttering.
"I didn't expect it at first, but all those memories of you from your girlfriend have really helped me feel exactly the same way about you as she did . . . "
She takes a few steps forward, looking, once more, straight into your eyes, before she puts her hand on your chest.
"I'm . . . comfortable now. Can we . . . get started?"
Uh, word of advice, man - don't say No.