You go to Belgium and come backwith a vagina - didn't it hurt?" It hurt like hell," she admitted. "Pain medication was my friend forthe first week." W...at's the best part of having a vagina," I asked."Now when I have sex, men don't realise I used to be a boy," sheadmitted. "That is such a big turn on that they think I'm a real womanand I don't need to tell them otherwise." Yes but I realised that you were a transsexual," I replied."I know you did and I'll have facial surgery soon to fix that,". ”“I’ve got to admit,” Taylor said, “I’m not looking forward to tonight. I’m terrified I’ll fall asleep despite my fears, let out a snort and end up as your friends’ midnight snack.”Leza spread her arms, leaning on her thighs as her voice picked up speed. “The greatest issue is learning not to talk when not around humans. The singing helps in more way than one. Not only does it lull them into a calmer state, but it reinforces the need to modulate your voice while reminding you not to startle. Half an hour later, we stopped for a Coke and a ‘comfort break’ at a roadside cafe and sat side by side on a fence in the sunshine, sipping our cold drinks. The day was very hot and the car had no air conditioning so we were both a little sweaty. To my relief my short vest top – short enough to leave what I hoped was a tantalising inch or two of tummy visible - didn’t show the sweat as much as Jake’s T shirt. It also showed his strong chest and biceps off to very good effect, something that. Helen rode his wake like a surfer. They came to rest facing me.“Remember Helen?” Joe asked. “She wanted to meet you and see if it’s true.”“What’s true?” I asked. “Of course I remember Helen but not a Helen looking like a beauty queen.” It was a lame line but I was shocked by the change from a gawky k** to a very desirable woman. Her blonde bush flaunted that she was a naturally blonde woman. A woman who was staring at my erection which had sprung to attention as she came close.“Oh my,” Helen.