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. It at least had a double bed and a dresser to hold my clothes."So what you think?" Liam asked."I think I have never stayed in a more depressing place," I said."Not even prison?" he asked."Okay prison was more depressing, but only because I didn't expect to be leaving it any time soon," I agreed.I began to unpack the boxes of clothes. "Geeze, I wonder what thrift shop these came from? Hookers are us?" I asked out loud since I knew the mirage was always listening."I'm sure there are some jeans. “So we’ll have Amelie being brought in, in her little schoolgirl outfit with the short pleated skirt and knee socks, by the nurse, then the nurse will undress her to her undies, standing up, about here, say, then take her bra off and do her tits, then lay her down on the bed and examine her, touch her up a bit and call the doctor. Stethoscope and so on that worked so well didn’t it? The doctor is a naughty doctor, but not really bad. Okay so far?”We all nodded, that being our only option.“Then. You’ll be perfectly alright,” mom said.“Thanks, Anita,” I said.“See? That’s an improvement. You called me by my name,” she said.I held her left hand, which was on the table, and caressed it.“Thanks for being supportive,” I said and lifted her hand and kissed it.“You smell nice, now I understand why he wouldn’t stop kissing your hand,” I said. Mom blushed.“Wow, was that a blush? Am I doing this right?” I asked.“Yes, it was a blush, a real one. Not the fake ones I did with him,” she said with a.