A small foyer led to a spacious living room, decorated in modern style. Margot walked over to an understated entertainment center and touched a button... Soft jazz wafted through concealed speakers. She gestured to a bar, off in the corner. “I’ll be right back. Help yourself to a drink.” “Thanks,” he replied. “I will. Want anything?” “Sure – just make me one of whatever you’re having.” She left and he made his way to the bar. Behind it, he whistled silently at the selection. It was stocked with. .. what wasit ... transitioning, they'll leave you alone." That ... makes sense," he replied."But that would require you look as girly as possible. Not just a skirt,but the whole deal. Girl top, makeup, shaved legs, maybe even a bra.Even having a girl name," I mentioned."I guess I have no choice," he responded.While I prepared to give him a full makeover, he worked out that hewould go by 'Arwen', and even practiced signing that name.Soon, I had him dolled up, and we both looked in astonishment. After Sunday lunch it was time for genderation.I changed into a Manor tracksuit placing my clothes in a laundry basked.They would be cleaned and stored for the year.When I entered room A I was injected and put to sleep whilst thetracksuit was fitted it took about fifteen before I was woken. I hadbreasts and between my legs were no male appendages.They felt very strange as I sat down to replace my tracksuit.My feet were measured and I was given shoes to fit. A set of footwearwould be sent. She took a step forward and pressed her right hand up against the see through door, it felt heavy against her hand, but she was determined and pushed hard against it taking a few more steps as the door slowly opened to her, she remember that small step on the other side as she continued to push and placed her naked foot onto the cement, that was when she felt a cold wind push against her sending its cold touch down between her cleavage and rustling her hem raising it higher, she stood there.