...uess so. But... you go first, ok? I'm kinda nervous still.”
“Ok. That's fair, I guess.” Jenny took a seat on the edge of Brad's bed and watched him undo the belt holding his robe shut. Letting the housecoat fall to the floor left him in one of his typical white shirts, and a pair of loose fitting tan slacks. Without skipping a beat Brad pulled the shirt off over his head, tossing it into a nearby laundry hamper. Brad paused to gage Jenny's reaction, but she sat fairly expressionlessly on his bed, her hands folded on her lap and her eyes intently watching his every move. Brad hoped he would get a slightly better response from her when the rest was revealed... Cautiously and deliberately Brad unbuckled his pants and them slide off his legs, his underwear following right behind them. Brad felt relief wash over him and a smile grow on his face when Jenny gasped at the sight.
“What the hell is that?!” exclaimed Jenny, pointing at Brad's groin. Brad's smile disappeared instantly, and he nearly fainted when Jenny's forearm sprouted into a complex looking laser aimed directly at his manhood. “Don't move Brad, I'll get it!”
Brad quickly covered his genitals with both hands, his blood turning ice-cold. “Jenny, STOP!!! Put your gun away! Everything's ok, please!” Jenny slowly retracted her weapon and returned to her normal arm shape, but Brad's hands remained cl...