Character description.

"I love you, Mickey," I reply, leaning my head back against my girlfriend's chest.

I feel her firm and perky breasts flatten against my back, her nipples, hardened from the effects of the shower, raking my flesh. In recent days, the growth of my own breasts has accelerated; by now, I am very obviously several cup sizes larger than Michelle. Where my girlfriend's breasts are barely a palm full, with thick, dark nipples, mine are more pillowy and soft, with smaller rosy pink nipples. There are other contrasts between myself and Michelle; my skin tone was always paler, but the difference has widened as my tan has faded away, as my skin has softened and grown more sensitive as second puberty has progressed. Michelle's light brown, tanned arms now stand out against the pale flesh of my stomach as she holds me in her arms.

I turn in the embrace, and Michelle relaxes her hug to allow me to move so we face one another. There is not much difference between our heights; Michelle is slightly above average for a woman, and I am perhaps an inch or two taller. My body mass overall has lessened in the last few weeks; before, I was clearly more muscular and thicker around the waist with powerful shoulders. Now my body is slimmer and more acutely feminine in profile than my lover's. My curvy hips and bust are wider, and my stomach slimmer than Michelle's boyishly athletic figure. Michelle's face is somewhat androgynously handsome compared to the innocently youthful female beauty of my own features. Michelle's hair is black and straight, cut fairly short, her eyes a dark warm brown, where my already blonde hair has lightened to platinum and falls well below shoulder height in loose waves when dry, and my eyes are cornflower blue.

"Let's go to bed, my love," I say, before kissing Michelle gently upon the lips.

"I can take the couch if you'd prefer to sleep alone," Michelle suggests. "I can't imagine how frustrating it must feel for you to feel another naked body next to yours when you are unable to find release."

"Don't be silly, Mickey, " I brush her suggestion away. "It is reassuring to feel you beside me. Besides, I might be unable to feel satisfaction right now, but it still feels nice to give you pleasure. My dick might be gone forever, but my fingers and tongue still work perfectly."

"Yes, they do indeed," Michelle smiles, remembering our nights together in the previous weeks. "And you get more skilled in that respect each time."

I take her hand, and we walk beside each other to the bedroom without bothering to retrieve our clothing.