Leaving the store, you and walk over to a nearby bench and sit down, motioning for Gene to join you, which he does.
After a few minutes of silence, Gene speaks up, "What're you thinking about man?"
"I don't know, what's it like?" you see no point in dancing around the topic and decide to go straight to the point.
"What's what like?" he asks, moving in such a way that his breasts shake most alluringly.
To you amazement, he seems utterly oblivious, "You just went bra shopping and I tagged along. What's it like having breasts?"
Thinking for a moment, Gene gently brushes a hand across his ample chest, "Wow, you know I've had them for so long I never really thought about them anymore, I mean since I hit puberty and all. I guess though when they first started budding I sort of panicked. I mean my nipples got all big and then they got sort of tender and hard. I didn't know what was happening and I tried to hide it. Finally my mom sat me down and had we had a talk. You know what I mean, right?"
"No," you answer honestly.
"Oh, right," he brushes his long, flowing hair, back from his eyes and continues, "Well, she told me that it was my breasts growing in and then she took me bra shopping for the first time. That was pretty cool, I mean only half the girls in my class and none of the guys were wearing bras at the time, so I was really proud that I was developing so fast."
"Wait," you interrupt him, "Did you really expect any of the guys to get breasts like you?"
"Not really, now that you mention it," but instead of causing distress, the thought seems to please Gene, "So you can see why I was really happy. I mean, now that I think of it, I don't know any other guys with breasts, and even a lot of girls don't have ones as good looking as mine. But yeah, when they started getting bigger they made going out for sports a bit difficult, but that didn't bother me. I was never much into sports anyway, I don't know why, but they never really interested me."
As says this, he gestures at his body, utterly androgynous save for his c-cup breasts and waist length hair, "I guess I'm not built for stuff like that, but, hey, I'm happy with who I am."
"What about girls?" you wonder, trying to figure out if the changes have altered Gene's sexuality as well.
"What about them?" then he sees the look on your face and understands, "Dating? You know, that's another thing I was never really interested in. I mean I loved going shopping with the girls in my class, talking fashion and hanging out so we could do each other's hair, but I never really thought of asking any of them out. I mean we were friends and all, but dating? That would be weird."
"So you're into guys?" you blurt out, horrified. The last thing you want to find out is that you made your best friend gay.
"No way!" Gene shakes his head violently, "That would be totally disgusting. I mean I'm a dude. You've known me long enough to know I'm not into other guys. I guess what it comes down to is I'm just not interested in dating, what's the point, you know?"
You realize, to your amazement, that when you removed most of Gene's masculinity you must have removes his sex drive as well.