I heard a slight tear and they were pushed toward the floor and cast aside, behind our feet. I looked down at my bare thighs at his sides, and his ha...ds firmly placed on my hips. He, too, looked down at me, completely naked from the waist down apart from the transparent shift now gathered at my hips. I pulled him down to me and began to work toward removing garments of his. I fumbled with the buttons until his jacket found the floor along side my skirts. Followed quickly by his vest. Reveling. ”“Well, that’s what she wanted me to talk to you about. Errr, this is kind of awkward, so I’ll just spit it out since given the nature of the party I assume you and your friends are rather open minded about such things.”“Such things?”“Vanessa wasn’t going to tell you, but then she thought better of it. On and off, she can’t make up her mind; I told her we had to tell you. You may have her checked out ahead of time anyway for security and all. You see she does adult films – pornography.”I. Mautner and her staff, who checked themphysiologically and prepared them for their operations. For the rest,they were with me. I began by administering a standard battery of tests,beginning with the standard Minnesota Multiphasic Personality Inventory(MMPI) and continuing through a series of more specialized tests, some ofwhich of my own invention. We performed certain brain scans, since oneof the etiological theories of gender dysphoria puts the "blame" for iton insufficient or. Plopping down on the couch she picks up the remote and changes the channel. Just minutes before the kickoff the screen changes to some lame reality show about teen moms and Craig erupts. “What the fuck bitch, who said you could change it, I was watching that?”Laughing, Donna just turns up the volume, “Sorry, can’t hear you.”Lunging at the remote, Craig yells, ”Damnit, bitch, I was here first and I am watching the fucking game. Don’t make me hurt you.” Almost knocking the remote from her.