There was some music on, and although I’m not much of a dancer, we smooched out to some old slow soul number, and shared a first kiss.It was a big s...oppy wet kiss, a tonsil tickler, induced by one look into her big baby blue eyes; and she felt good to hold close too, a big, curvy, soft bundle of femininity, full figured in just all the right places if you get my drift.We sat in a booth and kissed some more and talked. Amy was in a very relaxed mood and talked about her life. It seemed pretty. The clinic was in a strip mall near the university. It was located between a convenience store and a nail salon. The walls were a little dingy and the only artwork were posters about sexually transmitted diseases and pregnancy prevention. How romantic.I had been to see my gynecologist twice before. The first time was just a visit to talk about puberty and let the doctor make sure I had all my parts. The second time was after I had started having really painful periods. They did a pelvic exam to. Pointing at Lyn as though she had no input in the matter he said, “This woman I find varely bewtiful. You’ve seen my paintings. I varely much would like to paint her. A woman so bewtiful need to be seen by evry body.”I looked at Lyn as she finished her coffee. She looked at me.“What do you say?” Jonas asked, switching his gaze between the two of us.Lyn looked so embarrassed and her cheeks flushed. But it was obvious she was keen. As she’d said to me earlier when viewing the artwork, “These. This was as faras we were going for the time being; Frobisher had arranged a privateroom for us at the exhibition centre, and it was there that Bridiewould complete my transformation. All I had to do now was throw on ajumper and a pair of trousers and trainers to hide my feminineunderwear from view.We made our way to the Elysia Exhibition Centre, which was convenientlysituated right next door to the hotel in which we were staying. Thebulk of our stand was already set up, as Bridie and I had.