As if reading his mind. "Kitty had to tell me to stop feeling myself up in public!" John almost shouted, as his hands shot up groped up his now very new breasts. "She doesn't get it, as a male I have spent over half my life interested in these and driven by them." There was a pause as his eyes were on Peter's and he realized what he was doing. Well, this was awkward.
"So.." Yeah. He wasn't quite mature enough either, but John wasn't very bashful. "It's weird." John confirmed. "I'm not talking about the lady bits and stuff. His hands coming off his own body. "Like things feel different. I touch something, and its off." John held his hands out palms up, showing the silky smooth skin. "Like, my hands aren't calloused or scarred from fire.." There was a shift. He'd leave some of the more intimate details of what else felt different. Like how Kitty's hands on him had a whole different tingle than before.
The way Peter talked though. "That's awesome, man." Pyro nodded to Peter. "That's incredible, and I'm stoked you have your... her?" John scrunched his face at Peter. "It's weird. She's yours, but technically not?" There was a shrug. "Fuck semantics. I'm just glad you two found each other." A sideways glance at his house. He got it kinda. He found Kitty here, and they were bitter enemies previously.