Consuela and Taisha got into the van with some difficulty--it was a little tricky sitting down with their new testicles. Consuela drove, a grim expression on her face. Taisha didn't say anything, mostly looking out the window at the women on the street. Something about having balls made her male sexual desires more intense. Taisha had always found women attractive, but her responses were now far more immediate and physical than when she had been a woman or even when she had first gotten her penis. The sidewalk seemed a moving panorama of breasts and butts. I have to remember not to become an asshole, she thought as her eyes followed a particularly curvaceous and sensual rear end.
"Jet?"
"Yes."
"Let's use our guy names now, OK?"
"Sure, Martin. Good idea."
Although Consuela's and Taisha's breasts had not entirely disappeared, Martin and Jet were clearly more masculine than feminine in appearance, particularly with the new muscles that were the products of their hours of hard work in the gym.
"There's the bastard now." Martin pulled the van in.