Oedipus realized...in reverse?

Harold looked at his reflection in the mirror and turned his head one way, watching the young woman's reflection do so, and then turned the other. The weight of the hair on his head was nothing to the sensation of the breasts pulling at his chest, though he never would've imagined that he would be the one carrying them around. How on Earth did women put up with these things? Still, the strain on his shoulders aside, he smiled and cupped them, feeling the weight in his hands. "Oh my..." he whispered, hearing Brooke's voice coming from his lips.

"Hey, you about done in there?" came a voice from the other room and, blinking, Harold took his hands from his chest and decided there was time for that later. With a quick grabbing of the robe laying on the bed next to the mirror, he quickly tightened the sash and then smiled at his reflection.

"Coming!" he called out and quickly walked out of the bedroom and headed down the hall to Mariah's. A few moments later, as he turned the knob, he walked in and stopped. "Oh my..."