They’re as soft as any other pair I’ve held, but if I squeeze them, it’s like — oww! Okay, okay, too much. Maybe just one at a time — oof — and a little slower than that. Ahh — even through the nightgown, that’s still really good!

They’re squishier than I expected, but — ahhh — it’s not like they’re all that sensitive on the surface. No, it’s almost like there’s a little bundle of nerves deep in my chest, a knot just aching to be pressed out by the cushion surrounding it.

Lefty is definitely the peppier of the two…come to think of it, wasn’t that arrangement in my old body? Before all of these changes — ”Ohh, f-fuck, that’s amazing.”