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The three of them were lounging on the apartment couch, watching television—or not—when Kris suddenly pushed their headphones down to their neck, without bothering to fluff their matted hair, and spoke up. “I just realized something.”
Noelle looked over from reading about programming glitches on her phone. “Yes, Kris?”
Kris stood up from the couch and faced the other two. If they were blocking Susie’s view of the television, she didn’t complain; she seemed more interested in what they had to say than the B-rate action movie playing out on the screen, anyway. “I don’t have boobs any more,” Kris explained, “which means I can do this.”
And without further fanfare, they pulled their shirt—or rather, the oversized shirt they’d borrowed from Susie—over their head and dropped it to the carpet, leaving them bare-chested.
Noelle couldn’t help herself: she stared. Despite having already seen the post-top surgery Kris shirtless before, she drank in the sight again, admiring their flat chest and the masectomy scars crossing underneath their nipples. Noelle’s fingers itched to run over the lines, feeling their rough, uneven texture; like Kris’ old cutting scars littering their arms and thighs, but thinner and cleaner. Though, it turned out that while Kris’ chest had been flattened, they were no less sensitive to the touch…
Susie, on the other hand, chuckled. “Hell yeah, dude.” She sat up in her seat and removed her tee-shirt, too, tossing it onto the floor to join Kris’. This left Noelle staring at her chest—visibly muscular compared to Kris’ softer build—as well as her now-exposed abs and biceps. Unlike Kris, Susie had no scars, and no nipples, either; she was a reptile, after all.
Kris, smiling mischievously, seated themself back on the couch at Noelle’s side. They didn’t even try hiding their own admiration of Susie’s features.
Noelle found herself torn between who to stare at more. “Oh, this isn’t fair,” she groaned, dropping her phone into her lap to bury her heating face in her hands. “Why do you both have to be so hot?!”
She promptly felt Kris’ and Susie’s stares on her, and her cheeks threatened to melt right from her skull. Then Kris gently prodded her in the ribs with their elbow. “If you’re feeling uncomfortable, Noelle, you can take your shirt off, too,” they teased.
Susie laughed. “Yeah. Not like we’re gonna complain, right, Kris?”
“Nope.”
“I can’t just do that!” Noelle protested, snapping her head up from her hands. Unfortunately, she realized too late she was probably blushing hard enough for it to show through her fur. “I have boobs, unlike the two of you!” And rather sizeable ones, at that. Ones she needed to support with a bra, lest her back and shoulders start complaining.
Kris snorted. “Yeah, and? You act like we haven’t already seen them.” They smirked. “Or fondled them, or sucked on them—”
Noelle swatted their closest arm, yelp-laughing “Kris!”, to cut them off. Kris only snickered.
“It’s our place, too,” Susie pointed out, trying and failing to suppress her amusement. “Nobody else here to see.”
“And you don’t have dysphoria like I did,” Kris said with a nonchalant shrug, as if said dysphoria hadn’t previously caused them so much grief. They’d spent a long time after moving in not wanting to bare their chest even in the bedroom, or the bathroom.
“No parents to tell you to cover up,” Susie added, “because naked boobs are apparently too much for their delicate sensibilities.”
This earned another snort from Kris, who at least tried hiding it behind a hand.
Noelle considered both their words. “You know what? You’re both right.”
And then, because she didn’t want to be the awkward one left out, she promptly shrugged her cardigan off her shoulders and unbuttoned her blouse. Both items joined Kris’ and Susie’s shirts on the floor, soon followed by Noelle’s bra. It’d be a while before the aches kicked in. Luckily, the air conditioning was functional—thanks to Susie’s efforts, involving a lot of percussive maintenance, swearing, and apologizing to the machine—so it wasn’t too cold in the apartment to undress comfortably.
Kris and Susie both wore identical grins as they admired the view of Noelle’s exposed breasts, ignoring the television entirely. Noelle almost called them out on it before remembering she had no room to talk. Sighing internally, she pushed away the reflex to cover herself up with her arms.
“Nice,” was all Kris said.
“Damn straight,” Susie concurred, then frowned at her own word choice. “Uh, damn gay? Wait, no—that sounds bad…”
“Damn lesbian,” Kris said anyway, devilishly.
Susie, glaring now, blew a raspberry at them with her forked tongue.
Noelle giggled. “No fighting, you two!” she scolded, though she couldn’t work any bite into her tone. “Or I’ll, um…I’ll put all my clothes back on!”
That shut down any arguing before it could start: Susie reeled back in exaggerated shock and horror, arms spread out and mouth falling agape, while Kris turned puppy-dog eyes on Noelle from under their long fringe. All either accomplished was making Noelle laugh even harder.