At Harry's declaration of how he would cope with PMS, Katie snorted. Loudly. "Not to put too fine a point on it but it is the equivalent of having the inside of your womb hollowed out with a melon baller. Least thats how its always felt."
So thats what motorboating was! Katie had had that happen to her on a couple of occasions but it was much more fun to watch Harry play with his newly acquired breasts. It was obvious from the way he handled himself (herself) that it wasn't the first time he'd played with them. "Course I have. And if you ever tried to get near my perky little breasts, I'd hang you up by your ankles. There's only one man on this island I'd let talk me into the altogether and his names not Harry. " Giving Harry a quick wink she took a long sip from her boat before absent-mindedly scratching her elbow.
"I can't crack one off every time I think about sex Harry. I think about sex a lot, just cos I'm in a blokes body doesn't mean I've changed how I think but its just such a ...physical reaction. And I sure as hell don't want to be walking around with an overdeveloped right arm or turn into Adrian Sodding Pucey so man - to - man, I need you to tell me how it make it go away. There has to be a way. Besides poking it because that? Is not helpful."