Ah, the male sex. I am partial to the feeling of being more… compact below the belt, but variety is the spice of life, no? You have had a talk with my beloved, you are familiar with such a concept. Do not look so surprised, I have a way of reading people. I can admit it was a selfish thing to invoke a transference without his permission, but who can deny the results for both parties? 

Why did I do it? If I fancied myself a romantic, I would say something to the effect of “wanting a piece of him while he was away” or some such drivel, but I was never that poetic nor clingy. Truth be told I wanted to experiment with his “Little Henry” to see how it compared to the others. You see, he was not the first of my partners I have used such a spell on; it is a rite of passage of mine if you prefer to see it that way. Most end up taking the opportunity to mewl and moan (Gary loved to blame the lack of his stick for losing his lacrosse tourney), so it was refreshing having someone so open-minded as Henry in my life. Truth be told, spending so much time in “independent study” that he has never been more in tune with my needs in the bedroom when he returns and my vagina is back betwixt my legs; you will never find a more competent and generous lover.

My love is playing his game, and it would be cruel to deny the pleasures another perspective can bring. Besides, seeing him stomping out of the house in a “huff” is simply too adorable to have him stop. Though, if I could have one wish, Henry deserves better than keep his true feelings hidden from those closest to him. For how long I have been trying on my partners’ members, I have yet been intimate with another person using it. So the sooner he realizes his masculinity will not be threatened if someone else takes the lead, the better. For the both of us, of course.