A bunch of lady parts all put together to make a guy. I love my boobs, but I don’t feel connected to them in a femanine way. I can see them in the mirror as another male might, but looking down at them, naked, just sitting there, they look like oversized man tits. It’s like ordering a hamburger and getting lobster. A fucking up-grade for sure, and no fucking way you’d send back the lobster, but you don’t wanna eat the lobster, just share it with friends. A burger sounds fucking good, but I can’t tell if when I eat other burgers if I like them or if I just want my own.

Conclusion…

food=sex=food=sex