She left only one light on, a lamp on her bedside table that she usually used for reading. After a moment’s thought, she opened the top drawer. As she suspected, a few items that her mother might have blushed to see were conspicuous by their absence. No dildo, no rabbit vibrator. Instead, there was a small bottle of lubricant, and a box of tissue.
All right. Let’s do this. Taking her deep breath, as if she were about to enter a burning building, she pushed her boxers down to her knees, then off entirely. Laying back on the bed, she looked down the length of her body. It still appeared strange to her, a landscape that belonged to someone else. Less curved, more carved, with clearly defined muscles and hair in odd places.
And, of course, there was the elephant in the room, so to speak. The
