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"Don't you miss the days when you were a man?" asked Desire of the Endless, still wearing an irritating smirk. Their voice took on a childishly mocking quality, like a bully in a school playground, as they continued; "Don't you wish you still had a penis?"
With the practised ease of centuries, Tanya remained impassive and aloof. "I've got one," she said, with a small shrug. "I left it in the dishwasher at home."
Desire paused, exchanged the smirk for a bemused frown, and then pointed out: "That's a dildo. Don't you want more than that? Real flesh and blood, something that you and your lovers can delight in?"
Tanya made a noncommittal noise, as if she couldn't care less. "Eh. It's not much, but at least it's machine washable."