Which should Timmy suggest?

Black

“You can never go wrong with basic black.” Timmy said.

“You really think so?” Chad asked. “Okay, I trust you.”

Chad put the red dress away and went to do his makeup. He was still getting used to it, but from his perspective, the rule had been in place for several months now, instead of the bealry 2 hours it had actually been. Within 15 minutes, he was made up and ready to get dressed.

“Let me give you a hand with this.” Timmy said as Chad fiddled with the zipper on the rear of the dress. Timmy helped Chad draw the dress up his body. Once is was securely in place, Chad gave himself a good look over in the mirror.

“You look so good I want to shove you on the bed and fuck you hear and now.” Timmy said, running his hand down Chad’s chest.

Timmy looked at Chad.

“Something is missing” he thought to himself.

He pulled out the rule book and flipped it open.

“Old rule: on their 18th birthday, all males are required to report to government and are given breast implants. Men have three size choices, DD, F and G.

He put down the pencil and to his amazement, he watched in the mirror as his and chad’s chests both swelled, their dresses expanding with them to fit

Timmy’s chest stopped at a nice pair of DDs. Chad? All the way to G!

“Well... I’m off.” Chad said “I’ll probably be back late, so you’re going to have to take care of dinner yourself.”

And with that, he picked up his purse and walked out the door.