In the best sense of the word. And the feeling.Tina paused for a moment before she spoke. "Anna, I would please like todiscuss your transformation fir...t, if I may" Anna nodded yes. Tina wenton. "In simple terms, I would describe what has happened to you as moreof an accentuation, as opposed to transformation. Your body now producesthe requisite hormones, etc. to give you a kind of mix of both thefeminine and the masculine. You will always present to the world as abeautiful woman. But your male. He’d dressed me in a short red sequin dress. After dinner, flush with drinking, we walked out to the fog hand in hand. The valet ran to retrieve his Porsche, revved the engine as he returned, parked with a little squeal of tires, jumped out, ran around and opened the door for me. As I approached, he stood close, brushed against the rear of my dress, then stared at my thighs as I swung myself around to slide in. Once in the car, he leered down as I pulled the sequined hem to cover what I could.. Another thought then occurred to me. What if they come out with food like caviar or some other exotic stuff? Could I manage it, or would I embarrass them by being unable to eat it? I froze for a moment, unsure of where my place was, but 'daddy' pulled out a chair for me, and gestured for me to sit. I remembered to sweep my gown under me like a lady, and I managed not to look clumsy as 'dad' pushed my seat closer to the table. We waited while the guests came in, and I turned to watch them enter.. Yes. That’s it. Touch her. Oooh!” Peter’s finger touched the soft, moist lips of my vagina, the tip parting them gently. My hips started to arch and tremble at the feel of his finger on my cunt. Carla moved her body lower down the bed and put her hand between my legs, pulling them wider apart, her eyes glued to Peter’s finger, and groaned as he slipped it into me. I looked down my body, the fingers of my left hand entwined in Carla’s hair, her face only inches from Peter’s hand as he moved his.