Yeah

You hold the joint up to your lips and take a long drag on it, holding the smoke in for as long as you can before letting it out and passing it back to Marco. The two of you had moved to your room and were reclining on your bed. He takes the joint and takes his own drag. When he pulls the joint away and hands it back to you, he asks "so, you feeling better?"

"A little," you say before taking another puff. "This does help take the edge off."

"Hey, man. What's it like? Being a chick?"

"It's so weird dude!" you say, holding the joint out for him. When he takes it, you continue. "Like, everything is bigger cause I shrunk. This hair keeps getting in the way, and these things!" You grab your tits, tops of your index fingers hooking into the gap where you couldn't button the shirt and touching exposed skin. You jiggle them a little then let them go. "They get in the way too. I don't know how girls deal with them."

"Mm," Marco said, eyes on you while the joint hangs from his mouth. He's not really doing anything with it, so you reach up and pluck it out of his mouth, taking another hit. "How do they feel, though?"

You raise an eyebrow, then shrug. "Haven't really messed around with them," you say. "I was kinda busy freaking out."

"Well seems like kind of a waste to me, not trying 'em out."

"What?" you ask. "I... that's not really at the top of my priority list."

"You only have until you change back, right? Not a lot of time. Couple of days at most. You're in a position that, like, no one goes through. You could learn from this and apply lessons to your life, right? Like, what girls like."

"I... guess that's true." You look down at yourself, take another puff, then pass the joint back to Marco.