"One, they're pretty awesome tits. And two, if I doubted you loving me, there's no way in hell I'd be naked in front of you, in a very female body I just got a couple hours ago. Perspective," It was a cardinal rule in Tobias' patented crisis resolution handbook: Open with something either too humorous, or too absurd, for the other person to keep on their vindictive/raging/depressive streak. Now, for the real issue.
"Chris, look, I was just... I don't know. Forget I said anything, alright? You're right. This isn't permanent. Sooner or later, I'll wake up with my dick back, and no more of these goddamn female... issues." Chris saying he had to 'live with' his feelings for Tobias-the-man was worrisome, to say the least, but she'd already overstepped her boundaries. Chris was poised to leave, and she really had no intention of sleeping alone like this. So, with a sigh, she slid back down on the bed, moving to lie down to sleep.
"Please, baby, just come back to bed. I'm sorry I said anything. Just get some sleep,"