No. I can’t.

You put that idea out of your mind. You wouldn’t debase yourself like that in a million years. You find a small cardboard box, and deposit the two matching mirrors, wrapped in newspaper, gently inside it. “Another time,” you tell yourself. You can’t get over this, your dick is still hard, and every movement you make only exaggerates your new attachment, making it sway back and forth. Hours pass, and you decide to get dressed, choosing some loose-fitting jeans and slotting your dick into the left leg-hole. You need to select a bra, as well.