Book 5
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At first they kissed me like men, not simply bringing their lips to mine, but opening their mouths a little, embracing me, and squeezing my breasts. Demonassa even bit me as she kissed, and I didn’t know what to make of it. Eventually Megilla, being now rather heated, pulled off her wig, which was very realistic and fitted very closely, and revealed the skin of her head which was shaved close, just as on the most energetic of athletes. This sight gave me a shock, but she said, “Leaena, have you ever seen such a good-looking young fellow?” “I don’t see one here, Megilla,” said I. “Don’t make a woman out of me,” said she. “My name is Megillus, and I’ve been married to Demonassa here for ever so long; she’s my wife.” I laughed at that, Clonarium, and said, “Then, unknown to us, Megillus, you were a man all the time, just as they say Achilles once hid among the girls, and you have everything that a man has, and can play the part of a man to Demonassa?” “I haven’t got what you mean,” said she, “I don’t need it at all. You’ll find I’ve a much pleasanter method of my own.” “You’re surely not a hermaphrodite,” said I, “equipped both as a man and a woman, as many people are said to be?”; for I still didn’t know, Clonarium, what it was all about. But she said, “No, Leaena, I’m all man.”
