It was strange, in this new body--"Sunny," he decided she was called. And by now, Sunny was acting entirely on her own, and the distant fragments of Sean didn't like this--neither the lack of control, nor the direction things seemed to be going.
It just felt...so nice. It was so erotic, to have Quaid there, to feel the soft, taut fabric of her shirt sliding across her skin as he pulled it off, exposing her full breasts to the elements. Sean tried to move his arms to cover himself, but it felt even more alien than the body itself did; Sunny wanted to show herself off for Quaid, and she knew he wanted sex--so did she, of course.
Sean was fading, now; the thoughts of himself were becoming fuzzier and more dreamlike. Figuratively, he gritted his teeth, and convinced himself--or more appropriately, Sunny, that Quaid would be happy to hear the truth.
"Mmmm..." Sunny ran her hands through Quaid's hair as she leaned her head back; his mouth was taking full advantage of the "extra-sensitive" setting he had put on her breasts. "I'm so glad I turned myself into a girl tonight."