Tamsin Thorne, she was one of their specialist consultants and her area of expertise was ancient coins. The rest of the staff were a lot of venerable,...old professorial types in their sixties. There was also a ‘team’ photo with all of them together. She was the only woman. Man, did she look out of place! Days passed and I continued to see her at the café, but not on every day. The days when she was absent made the place look and feel like an ornate picture frame from which a. " lisped Sissy.An elderly lady, tears of laughter running down her face, shouted, "Listen to Sissy's pink bells ringing girls, oh this is so funny."It was true Sissy's pink bells were ringing on the end of his sissy prick, his huge tits bouncing up and down, black stocking clad legs dancing in the air, all previous resemblance to his former arrogant self totally destroyed, now just a lisping feminised pathetic sissy. The complete contrast to the sophisticated well dressed laughing ladies. He madesure to have his nurse in the room, since to all intents and purposes,Jack appeared to be a nicely formed young woman. He took x-rays,especially of her pelvis, did a pelvic exam, checked hormone levels,measured her breasts and even took a DNA swab to send away to theuniversity labs at Duke, which handled a lot of medical testing for theregion, since most small town doctors couldn't do it themselves. All ofthe tests he could get the results for showed one simple fact - JackCasey had. She had about half an hour before Judy would arrive. Back down stairs she poured two fingers of Vodka into the high-ball glass and topped it up with orange juice from the fridge. Taking a long swallow the liquor did its job, steadying her nerves, and giving her a warm relaxed glow. Of course she knew nothing about her soon to be house guest, except that he was thirteen. Social Services knew her profile that specified she only took in teenagers and that the maximum stay with her was to be no.