You start rambling

Her comment about little boyish titties seems to bounce around in your head and you are sure the idea of being her favorite, definitely changes what you would have chosen. The image of an actress from an old movie dances in your mind, though you can’t remember her name. Words form and demand to be spoken, as if something else was crawling into your head to see what was there. “I guess if it’s temporary I could just look like you want.” Her glare seems to demand more. “Okay. Umm. This is hard. Okay. If I was going to be a girl I’d want it to be like I had always been a girl. I mean I wouldn’t want to forget anything, but just like I’d need my parents and friends to know me as a girl so they wouldn’t get weirded out by the change. So, umm, I probably wouldn’t have been a cheerleader or anything, my obsession with comic books and horror movies would have probably been less normal. Oh and like I wouldn’t want my friends to want to fuck me all the time, that’s weird, so I guess they would all know I was like mostly a lesbian. Oh fuck, my girlfriends, oh so they were like experimenting, oh duh that’s why it never lasted. Oh, I’d still be like a fast runner. A motorcycle, I want a motorcycle, chicks on motorcycles are hot. Little boyish boobs for you of course. I love a nice perky ass, not really even big exactly, just perfect and perky, the kind you just want to hold and god just fuck all day. This cheerleader in high school named Melissa had the best ass, she was like 5’1” I think, oh I’d want to be taller than that, so I could just scoop her up in my arms and just devour her pussy. Fuck she was so hot.”

“Aah hem.” She clears her throat loudly. You stop talking and realize your eyes are closed.

“Oh sorry. I was rambling. I do that sometimes. My mom hates it.” You open your eyes.