Mammogram

     Marty was not adjusting well to life after the Great Shift. He was unfortunate enough to land in the body of his Aunt Carol. Marty really could not get used to being an adult woman, especially his own aunt. The idea of a battle of the sexes was a joke, thought Marty as he thought about how much worse womanhood is. Eventually, Marty had to go in for his first mammogram. There was no other experience that reminded him more that he was an adult woman. The way the contraption clamped his breasts. His aunt's breasts. His breasts. When he got home, his roommate, Tyler, made a casual joke about his tits. But Marty now felt more sensitive about them than ever, so he closed his shirt more. Judging by the look on Marty's face, Tyler knew he had just made a mistake and felt bad. "Sorry, uh, you know your aunt is just so pretty. You're so pretty. Ya know?" rambles Tyler as he tries to compliment his friend to make him feel better. "Do you really think me hearing that will make this feel less weird?" Marty asked.