Bill's mad at Bill.

Bill cringed. He had made the decision impulsively and now realized that he may have overstepped. Amber/Bill, meanwhile, was glaring angrily at him. She was covering her breasts with the comforter and panting.

"What the fuck, dude? Why would you do that? Ugh, I just- ugh!" She grabbed the previous nights' water bottle off of the nightstand and gulped half of it down.

Bill wasn't sure how to handle this. "Look, I'm sorry, ok? I didn't-"

She silenced him with a glare. "Man, I don't care. That was rough. I've never kissed a guy and I've never wanted to. I definitely never wanted a clone of myself to kiss while I'm cumming." She wiped her mouth and took another swig of water. "Jesus, that was weird."

"I hadn't really thought of it that way," he replied guiltily. "To me, you're just a beautiful wom-"

"I get it," she said. Her anger seemed to be abating somewhat. "It must have felt completely natural to you. Why wouldn't you? The problem is that I'm still a straight guy in a woman's body. I mean, you could probably enjoy a handjob from a guy if that's all he did, but imagine he leaned over and kissed you in the middle of it."

Bill was starting understand what she was dealing with. "So it was pretty uncomfortable?"

She actually chuckled, which he took as a good sign. "Yeah, you could say that. Let's make sure we're on the same page from here on out, ok?"

Bill shrugged. "Ok. So was it different as a girl? The, you know..." He gestured awkwardly toward her lower body.

She grinned sheepishly. "I mean, yeah," she said. "It's way different. It's like... hm, let's see. In your body, sex is like a roller coaster. There are ups and downs - usually a big moment at the end - but it's on a track. You can ride the same coaster a dozen times and you still know where it's gonna end."

"So that's not how it works for you? Like don't you end on a, um, climax?"

"Not really," she continued. "I mean I've only come once in this body, but it's more like visiting a museum. You know that at some point it'll be over, but while it's happening there's a lot more exploration. It's not just pump, pump, jizz, roll over. Sometimes you'll find yourself wanting to stay in one spot for a while, just savoring it. Then suddenly you'll want to speed up or change positions. It's a lot more interesting, honestly." She looked at the sheets. "I wonder if I'm a squirter?"

He coughed awkwardly and averted his eyes. Amber/Bill groaned with frustration.

"Oh my God, dude, are you blushing? I'm you! This is the most comfortable you're ever going to be talking to a woman! I'm the one stuck in this body!" To emphasize her point she pulled the blanket down to her waist, exposing her bare breasts.

"Look at these! Look at them! What the fuck am I supposed to do with a set of tits like this? You realize that I don't know how to be a woman, right? I'm as mortified at the thought of going outside in a skirt and heels as you are. You didn't turn me into you for me, you did it for you. You're never gonna learn anything about yourself if you can't talk to me honestly."

Without warning, she grabbed his head and buried in her cleavage. Too shocked to resist, Bill gave in and felt the soft, pliant flesh against his cheeks. He was more aware than ever of his raging hardon.

"Motorboat them!" she cried. "Just do it, I know you've always wanted to!" She put her hands on the side of her breasts and pressed them against his face and he began to rub his nose rapidly between them. Suddenly she fell backwards laughing.

"Oh fuck, that tickles!" she laughed as Bill caught his breath. "I didn't think it was gonna tickle! Maybe these things are more interesting than I thought."

Bill leaned back and chuckled. "Well, that certainly broke the tension. Maybe we should try a little more..."