"Why did you assume I wanted to be a herm vixen?"
"You men are all the same," the Elf replies.
"What's that supposed to mean?" You demand.
"I assumed a herm version of an anthro fox seemed to appeal to you more then the male version. Admit it, a
part of you wanted me to do this to you."
You feel the blood rushing to your cheeks. If it wasen't for the fur, you'd be blushing.
"No, that's not true. If it were, I'd have more then just nipples!" you respond.
The elf just laughs. "Like I said, you men are all the same."
You feel a tingling on your chest under your nipples. You reach up just in time as your breasts begin to form.
Under your hands, or perhaps paws (you're not sure what to call them) you feel your new assets growing until
you have a pair of globes on your chest.
Looking down as you cup them, you look back at the Elf.
"You sick pervert!"
The elf looks at you, a sly grin on his face. "My dear, you can deny it yourself, but cannot deny it to me. A
part of you wanted this. Why don't you try out being herm? You just might discover you enjoy it."
"Damn it, I ... I ... oh," you say as you hold your breasts. They feel so good to touch, especially around the
nipples. Letting go, you stamp your right foot. "Damn it, I can't give into this!"
"Why not sweet heart? It it feels good then I say, go for it!" The Elf says.
You lower your right hand down to your groin and finger the area around your new womanhood. You hear the Elf
giggle and immediately stop what you're doing.
"Perhaps it'd feel better if you didn't have to do this by yourself," he says.