Sandy takes her card from the purple pile. 'How long is player Two's hair?' Sandy chuckles, "See that could be kinda hard except I know you cut it to an inch." Sandy started to place the card in the pile, but Allan puts out a hand. "Do you think that counts as an answer?" "Nothing has happened so far, dear." Allan nods and takes his card. His eyes get big as he reads 'What is the depth of player One's unaroused vagina?' Sandy's eyebrows go up as she looks at a rather shocked husband. "I'm not sure even I could tell you that." She looks down at her crotch. Allan bites his lip. "Two inches." And he slaps the card down on the pile. The two look at each other, and a smile starts to creep onto Allan's face like this was a good gimmick product - when the smile disappears. Sandy sees Allan close his eyes and open his mouth in what looks like surprise, but could be pleasure. "Shit." Allan swears. "No way, let me see." Allan pushes back his chair and stands up, unbuckling his belt. He slides his pants and underwear down with one hand and holds his shirt up with another, bending over slightly to see for himself. As he dies this, his pubic hair comes into view, and then he keeps going... His penis pops out of his underwear's elastic band... But as he continues to drop his pants there follows no testes. Sandy is tempted to come around and feel, but is rooted to her seat. Allan steps out of his pants and lifts his shirt over his head, assuming nakedness. He puts a leg onto his chair and they both get a good look at his brand new slit. Allan nervously chuckled, "I thought I'd be aroused by this." "Its just so surprising. Magic. Who knew?." Sandy thinks about undressing from her sports bra, tank top, and tights, but decides she wanted the extra secure feeling of having clothes on at this moment. Remembering, she asks, "Is it the same as mine?" Allan gulps some air, as if he had forgot to breathe (a real possibility). "I guess... I'll check." As Allan sits, Sandy says in consolation, "You don't have to, Allan." He looks up and puts a hand down. His face scrunches up slightly with the new sensation of lifting a penis and running a finger over his slit. He pulls the lips apart and feels his folds. "Certainly feels like yours." Sandy is riveted, "are you inside?" Allan grimaces at the thought, against what he'd dreamt of. He doesn't find a clitoris, and goes further south. A finger discovers his vagina. "oooh." It goes in. Sandy relaxes and smirks, "I guess that's a yes." She takes a card. 'How wide are player Two's shoulders?' "Fuck me." Sandy laughs. Looking over at her husband, who is almost done prodding himself, she authoritatively states, "Player Two has shoulders less wide than four feet." That got Allan's attention. He looks at his wife as her shoulders get manly and broad - like his own. His mouth opens to question and she puts up a hand. "I wondered about that." Fair enough, Allan figures. He reaches down and wipes his hand on his shirt. Sandy thinks about the game for a second as he dies this and notices that if Allan now has to guess her shoulder width, he has to remember it to guess. She likes how that makes the game more difficult as changes pile on.