As the phone rang, Rachel teased the penises through her shirt. They felt so delicious, she suddenly had the urge to eat some more dark chocolate penises to see what would happen. But Mark was already picking up.
“He-Hello?” he asked, his words slurring. Rachel realized that she had probably woken him up; it was only 10:00 on a weekend.
“Mark?” she asked. “It’s me, Rachel. Listen, I just got this amazing present from my mom, and you have to come over and check it out.”
“Wha-?” Mark said, sounding confused. “Well, what is it?”
“I can’t tell you over the phone! You just have to come over and see for yourself!”
“Well, okay. I’ll see you in a couple minutes.”
Rachel hung up and paced around the kitchen. Mark would come around, she decided, once he had seen the chocolates and tried a couple. But she needed to surprise him with them.
In a short while the doorbell rang, and Rachel opened it to find Mark outside. He was a rumpled-looking guy, with tousled hair and a loose-fitting jacket hanging over a plaid buttoned shirt. He slouched slightly when he stood, and was perpetually leaning back as if appraising something.
“Hey, Rachel.” he said. They exchanged a quick kiss and hug, and Rachel thought he paused for a second as he felt her new nipples.
“So, what’s the surprise? He asked her.
Rachel smiled mischeviously at Mark and led him inside. When they were in her room with the door closed - she felt nervous, even though noone was home - she showed him the box of chocolates.
“Woah,” he said. “Novelty chocs. Haha, these are awesome!” He picked out a dark chocolate penis and popped it into his mouth. “Mmm . . . wait, does this mean I’m gay?”
Rachel smiled, but she was waiting for the chocolate to take effect. She noticed a growing bulge in Mark’s pants. He didn’t seem to feel it, though.
“Read what it says on the box.” she prompted, handing it to him.
Mark held the cover up and read it out loud. “Transformation Chocolates: You never know what you’ll be.” Then he flipped it over. “Dark is up, White is down”
Mark looked up. “Uh . . .”