The one (lesbian) sister of my one client with disabilities was telling me the other day about her friend's first date after having had a mastectomy.
She had a prosthesis, but her date didn't know, and they ended up hitting it off, to the point where the date went on and on and on and the next thing you know they were lying down clothed in bed just making out with each other, and she was getting a bit freaked out about what would happen when things went farther and this new woman she really liked somehow discovered that her one breast wasn't real.
So, at an opportune moment, she broke off, and was like, "Excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom."
Then, she got up, started walking to the bathroom, and then quickly slipped off her prosthesis, turned around, and threw it on the bed, and was like, "Here, if you want to, you can keep yourself busy with that for a while."
At that, the other woman saw the prosthetic breast lying on the bed and just started cracking up so hard.
. . .
The one (lesbian) sister of my one client said it wasn't just a humor thing, but also a way of testing out the other woman, to see if she was fine with someone who had had a mastectomy.
"And she was," she was like, "It totally broke the ice about it and everything."
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