No longer bothered with

"I saw into Whitney's room on the way over, accidentally…" Jesse had finally unravelled again, lying facing Betsy in the darkness. "Did you know she had a…?" He could barely finish the sentence. A flashed image of that huge slab of meat being **** in and out of quiet, little Claire putting a gulp in his throat.

"A cock?" Chuckled Betsy, unabashed. One of her hands had snaked its way down to Jesse's, much smaller, example. Taking casual, teasing hold of it. For all the world as if it were her own property. That was something else that had changed in their relationship over the last month. "I could hardly have missed it, with the way she waves it around the changing rooms…"

The curvaceous girl leaned in closer, through the darkness. To the point where Jesse could feel her breath upon his neck. She even gave him a little nip there, with playful teeth. She liked to leave slight bite marks, hidden across his body. "Did you know Claire used to have one too? I was in her first Home, back when she was Carl…"

This was also news to Jesse, he blinked with surprise. How many more secrets had he failed to pick up on, all these years, that everyone else seemed to know? "She was a boy?!"

Betsy just chuckled again. Softly. Gently correcting his mistakes. "No, she was definitely always Claire. So small and cute and dainty… Nature just got something wrong, so the algorithm stepped in and fixed it."

The girl continued to explore the contours of her best friend's penis. Managing its limited growth by hitting all the sensitive spots she'd learned so well. "I was worried the same thing might happen to you… I'm glad it worked out you're so much lovelier like this."

Jesse was still trying to wrap his head around the idea of Claire being a Carl. Once more, the thought of what might have happened if Whitney had been his roommate popped into his head. "She was a boy…" He whispered again, half to himself.

Betsy seemed to be getting a little annoyed that her teasing games weren't having much of the desired effect. She swung herself around in the bed to try a different tactic, letting the moist kiss of her breath slide over his erection with every word.

"You'll have to stop thinking of things in terms of boys and girls anymore… We're adults now! That stuff's all old fashioned and childish. When you're a fully trained Sissy do you know how it'll be decided which pronouns to use? Whether you're a he or a she?"

She swallowed his whole cock into her mouth and sucked on it patiently, looking across at him for an answer. But Jesse had none to give… He hadn't studied up on the whole prospectus of career paths available, like her. There hadn't seemed much point. You got what you were given.

His more studious friend sighed, releasing him from between her lips for another moment. "It'll be whoever's your master, at that moment in time. Whoever holds your contract. They get to choose whether you're a boyslut or a girlslut, on that particular day. Our genders are defined by our role to play, nothing else really matters."

As always, the gentle lecturing sounded slightly exasperated. As if the intelligent girl could just not understand why no-one else seemed to read as much as her. She contented herself with returning to the task of sucking sloppily upon Jesse's cock though. Leaving the young man to just listen to, and experience, the sounds and sensations of her work. Conflicting thoughts still ricocheting through his skull.