Actual (or not) amusing (or not) excerpts from (or not from) minions' WIPs. If you have constructive criticism or unadulterated praise, feel free to comment.
Set up: Evil Editor is writing his memoirs from his trip to Bangkok decades ago when he was researching the uncle who left him a diary after passing away.
Yetisha, the large she-male, is serving my coffee, her/his breasts are large and bouncy melonish spheres, the hormones are doing good things and making her/him happy. She/he makes the regulars feel, jiggle and massage them and asks our opinion. I tell her/him over and over her/his breasts are great, but she/he must get that nasty little finger taken off her/his ear. I flick it for fun, it is a little protruding digit that is, well, like a miniature jointed baby finger. It is unusual in the west but not that uncommon here. She/he assures me it is coming off when she/he gets castrated. My knees slam together at the word “castration”.
Yetisha wants a date with me post op, sometime next year. I say yes, I will take her/him on a date soon after the surgery. Then neither of us will have any expectations, what with stitches and all. I tell her/him I am not into women who were men pre op, but a dinner post op would be ok. That makes her/him happy. She/he goes back to playing with her/his nipples as I sip my coffee watching the woman/man with breasts enjoy her/his expanded playing field. I have a date with a breasted man. What next?