A body that makes grown men reach for their wallets and angry wives reach for their guns. And his girlfriend's not bad either.
Harlan Flueharty is a redneck auto detailer who's spent his entire life keeping other people out of trouble. He gets in over his head, though, when he takes the blame for the sexist catcalls his brother hurls at the buxom Rosie. Rosie's not satisfied with his apology: she wants to teach him a lesson. And what better way to learn how hard it is to be a woman than walk a mile in her . . . well, bra?
Rosie offers Harlan fifty thousand dollars to get traffic-stopping breast implants for thirty days. So what if she doesn't have that kind of cash? She's an angry Latina, not Mother Teresa.
Dirt poor and desperate, Harlan agrees to the deal, soon discovering the surgery is more than just cosmetic. He finds himself the hottest tranny in the city, a sex object even to himself, but with Gomer Pyle's brain and Carmen Electra's cleavage something's got to give. Old-fashioned values like honor and loyalty can't compete with champagne and Tiffany swag.
Harlan's bank account and ego explode as he gleefully exploits his voluptuous new figure, shaking down his fans for every penny he can get. But enemies also pile up left and right until he finally plummets back to earth for writing checks with his mouth that even that hot body can't cash.
Packed with jealousy, sugar daddies and catfights, bOObs is about implants like Moby Dick is about whales. It's an outrageous exploration of sex roles -- Myra Breckinridge for a new generation -- and the perfect summer beach read.
I'll be posting a couple pages every day, Monday through Friday, until I'm back from vacation on March 23. Enjoy.
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