“Now, we will play a game. Because you weren’t able to hold out secrets, because you betrayed the trust we put in you, you will be demoted to the ...owest form of “operative” – the transporter.” I apply the moisturizer to her asshole, exploring it with both index fingers and stretching it slightly. I spit on it. I shove the two fingers of my right hand into it, and use my left hand to guide my improvised butt plug to her mouth. Her spit creating a moist film on the surface, I bury it in her. He took me to a beach – sparsely crowded, and we kept talking about each other. Never realized what time it was, and the more I talked to him, the more I realized I wanted him. Our inadvertent body contact did cause some embarrassing but sensual moments, of which neither of us could take advantage of.On the back, I could sit a bit closer to Kaps, and was letting his back feel the sensousness of my boobs, and I could feel him enjoying it too. I was beginning to get wet, and I really wanted to. " First you'll be given one of three choices.1- Stay as you are and leave in the morning.2- Become all woman with all the right equipment.3- Become a she/male. A woman with a body of a woman with a dick between her legs.Would you like to see some of our handiwork?" Ken asked."Yes, please," I replied."Tina could you come in here, please?" Ken said over the intercom. Turning back towards me, "Tina just completed her program. Tomorrow she will start her new life on the outside."The same gorgeous. There were the reporters. The imam and his wife. It would be a mistake for us to do anything.Before I knew it, I was kneeling down and marrying my husband. He held my hands while vows were declared. I promised to be his wife, to love and honor him, while he promised to take care of me. It made my heart pound to say these words.I wasn't thrilled to seal our marriage with a kiss, I wasn't into men. I was into women. Into Wahida. I wanted to do wicked things with her. I wanted to just enjoy her..