Today i’m asked about breasts….Janes breasts…a change in meds, a surge of hormones…a couple of weeks of emotional treading on eggs….and now breasts.
Are they bigger?
Well….no…not than last week when she asked.
And then i made the added error of casually saying i couldn’t feel any nodules like when she started budding.
Cue worried Jane.
Lots of onanistic breast fondling.
Bottom lip slightly out.
So eventually once we have some space i feel again…it feels like a breast.
A normal (small) breast.
note to self…when next asked are they any bigger just say YES and smile.
I’m getting used to living with an irrational female….
second note to self….buy a garden shed.
third note to self…… work out correct reply to ‘does my bum look big in this?’ as no doubt the transformational side of Jane would want to hear a yes but the neurotic femme would want to hear a no.