L'Ego, parte 3

While we were sitting across from each other at the dining room table and F was bent over T's math homework and T was out buying a o,o5 point pen to trace a leaf with for her anthology homework, I turned to F and sighed and said: "I feel like a *Metamorfosi whore."
He replied: "Wouldn't that make you a **metamorfo-saur?"

* "Metamorfosi" is the name of my exercise class.
** Great, now I feel like an aging, metamorfosi whore.