Pretending

"I like them," he said, gently hefting one of my hormone induced breasts. "They're smaller than the breast forms, but they feel so much better. Besides, I like knowing you having sensitive nipples."

"Ohhhh," I moaned softly as he squeezed my nipple, surprised by his aggressiveness, trying to pull away.

"See, better, isn't it?"

"Please," I blushed, "I...you know I..."

"Pretend you don't like men," he said, still pinching my nipple, making me squirm in pleasure and pain.

"I...I'm not pretending," I said with little conviction as eyes fluttered at his touch.

"We'll see," he said, "we'll see."