"But, how did that cure your gender dysphoria?"
"Oh, I kinda skimmed over that, didn'tI?" Rika thinks about it for a moment, then proudly pulls her shirt up to reveal a pair of real, physical breasts. She's wearing a bra, of course. "Check these out."
Kaisha looks intently, but quickly averts her gaze and hides her face in embarrassment. It's like she's scared of boobs.
"What?" she asks, genuinely confused.
"You can't just show them to me like that!"
"Uh, yeah I can, so what?"
"Well... um, isn't it a bit... you know..."
"Kaisha," Rika scoots over and pulls her hands from her face, although she can't quite meet her gaze. "We've literally kissed before." Kaisha gets visibly flustered, shrinking slightly.
"With tongue."
She can't help but blush remembering it, but tries not to show it.
"Alright fine, you win," she admits, releasing her from her grasp and returns to a more relaxed position. "You don't have to look at them if you don't want to."
"Well, it's—"
"Huh?" she interrupted.
"It's not like—"
"Hm?"
"Hey!"
Rika chuckles. "You're so fun to tease, you know that?"
"H... hey..."
"Sorry, sorry, it's not like what?"
"...Nevermind."
"No, no, go on, please," she urged her. "I insist!"
Kaisha speaks as if what she’s saying is the most embarassing thing you could ever say. "It’s not like I don't."
"Elaborate on that?"
"Like... I never said that I, um, didn't want to... you know?"
"Didn't want to what? I don't know, actually, please enlighten me!"
"S... See your..."
"See my what?"
"See your, um... boobs..."
Rika starts beaming with glee. "Well, do you?"
Kaisha pretends to think about it. "Yeah..."
She's almost proud of her for admitting it. "Your wish," she begins, as she pulls her shirt up once more, "is my command."
She has a hard time looking at them without exploding in shame, but soon enough, she can't even look away. First she analyzes them, concluding that they must be bigger than hers. Then, she fantasizes about what they would look like without any bra, but Rika can never know that she would think such indecent things. That she would even think such a thing is shameful to say the least.
"You've been, uh, staring at them for a while. Do you like them?"
"Yes," she blurts out, before realizing, "I mean, um, yeah I mean I guess."
"You can be honest."
"Aauh, they're awesome," she cries out, leaping to embrace Rika and accidentaly (?) landing with her face in her boobs.
Rika stares up at the ceiling now in front of her and lets out a simple "thanks," as she places a hand on the girl lying on top of her. "I'm glad you like them." Kaisha, meanwhile, has yet to realize where her face is. As she inhales, she wonders if Rika doesn't also smell different, but that would be a weird thing to ask. But this is nice, she thinks.
This is nice. They're nice, pretty soft too. Wait, how did she know that? Kaisha now realizes where her face is buried, and darts back up.
"Hm?"
"I, um—! I didn't realize, I'm so sorry, I—"
"Hey, it's fine, I don't mind," Rika assures her. "It was nice."
"Was it?" She lowers her defenses slightly, even though she also thought it was nice.
"Of course!"