Harry looked down at his breasts, completely confused at how they made him the chosen one, and shrugged. It would be something he never got probably. He picked up his lager and took a deep drink. He still drank like a man. The dark ale that a woman would never drink because of the high caloric content looked just as suspicious in his petite hands, but it hardly mattered did it.
"I suppose if we have working parts we could get pregnant." He said with a smile. "I don't know if I'm fully functional yet, but I suppose once I'm on the rag I'll know."
Harry laughed, "I totally tried to motorboat myself this morning." He grinned at Katie-Karl, "I love having breasts. Say, because I'm still attracted to women, but I'm attracted to blokes who used to be women too, does that make me bisexual?"