Mike's waving to Heaven.

Mike was having a hard time telling which one was a man and which one was a woman when watching the girls and decided to solve this problem.

Old rule: boys have to have short hair, something that distinguishes them from girls.

When he looked again, only the race had short hair and there was no longer any problem in recognising it.

Mike went to the mirror of one of the Femboys.

"Hello, Sona, you have a beautiful name. Are you busy? If you have time, can you help me count the products?" Mike asked.

"I have some work here, but if my chef is asking, no more." Sona agreed.

Sona and Mike arrived at the produce warehouse.

Mike put his hand on Sona's knickers.

Sona was so embarrassed when he palmed Sona's testicles.

"Beware, I've got you now." Mike smiled.

"Mike, chief, don't do this anymore." Sona said.