Lord Snooty

Over the years I have paid for three boob jobs. But I don't like silicon tits, and it was done in two cases to please ladyboys who I cared about, and in the third case because the possibility of an army draft was looming and you can get out of that only by showing disability or extreme effeminacy. 

I like a sweet little ladyboy chest, and if she takes hormones in moderation they can have a perky effect on the nipples. But silicon, no, it does nothing for me at all. Invited by one ladyboy brandishing a new set of Bristols, of which she was proud, I could feel underneath where the sacs rested against the rib cage. I went cold.

Another ladyboy arrived at my place with only one tit. The other one had developed a leak - potentially fatal - and the doctor had whipped it off. She lay on the bed with this solitary boob, and I wished she hadn't bothered to turn up because the sight of it made me impotent. 

Hey, that must have been a good question, as the Monger-in-Chief has replied to me. I have lived in Bangkok for a very long time, through three coups now, I think. During this time I have been assiduously working my way through the ladyboy community, and my first conquests must be grandmothers by now. All this time I have maintained a pristine hetero image, which is indeed what I am. No interest in the boys. Fanatical interest in the genetic girls. But ladyboys have that bit extra, around six inches of it. They can do things the GGs can’t do. Bless them.