I knew frompractical experience that there were bodysuit that could give you theshape of the opposite gender, but you still scanned as your true birth...ender.I took some of my T-cells and grew myself a second skin of nano-carbonfibers with my DNA that developed as a girl as well as one that was myoriginal gender. I donned my girlsuit and knew that I was a real girl. Idressed in a tennis dress and hose to visit our family doctor who quicklyconfirmed that when wearing the suit, I was a genetic. “I can tell,” I said. “I hope you don’t mind, but I think I need to do something about it.”Looking at Grace as I did so, I slowly pulled my skirt up to the very top of my thighs and spread my legs. This had the effect of allowing my skirt to rise up a final inch or two, and exposing my own shaved pussy to her gaze. I hoped I hadn’t misread the signs, but by showing me her most intimate pictures, I judged that Grace had made a pretty clear statement of her desires. Now it was up to me to either. Then I saw her tits wobble as she knelt on the bed. That wobble was so fucking nice to watch.She grabbed my cock firmly in her hand to stop me from moving any further. I had to stop, it was a firm grip. Then I saw her sink her head back onto my cock. I watched as her husband dropped his trunks. His cock was as hard as mine and just as big. I could see her wonderful arse pointing into the air as I looked past him to the mirror. I watched as he stroked his cock and then stood behind her.In one. The moment we reach the correct time we will beam the snails down to the planet and then tell the Snailkind ship what we have done.’ ‘Yes, and hopefully they will open up our communications again and I can watch Hell’s Kitchen: Starfleet tonight,’ sighed Capt. Don. At Capt. Don’s order the USS Bonneville fired off around the sun and back to the future. Just as expected all of the humans passed out and the only two able to carry out the mission were Lt. Solok and Camcorder. ‘Prepare to beam.