. small breasts, pushed down by asports bra which was apparently visible through my unbuttoned shirt. Thehair looked even more roughly shaggy, althou...gh still held in place by arubber band. My eyebrows were apparently plucked and shaped (damn, did Ihave no sense of protective coloration?) and my face seemed more taperedand ... dare I say it, haunted.I reached down and still felt the male equipment in place. I wasapparently now on hormones, transitioning from male to female."Coming," I said,. "It is nice," she said. "Okay I will wear it tonight."Dee immediately gave her a big hug.They left the shop and were about to go back to the car when Zoesuddenly stopped and looked in the window of a jewelers."Dee we need engagement rings," she said, "Let's go in and look."They both looked through the display cases at all the different styles."Are you looking for you or me?" asked Dee."You of course; I'll let you choose mine, but I will have the finalword. Let's see how good we are at guessing. To replace that beauty takes more time and more money. She has deprived him of arm candy, good breeding stock for family, and a return on investment. But most of all she has deprived him of a good time that he eventually mistakes for love, not convenience or calculated maneuvering. So beauty is better than money. And if you are in a position genetically you are more than halfway there because you are so rare. Men, especially professionals don't go to titty bars and brothels looking for. He is around fifty, but doesnt have too much middle aged spread, and we fitted nicely in the bed. He was exhausted, but he wanted to make my life interested, as well as having some nice skirt with him at the end of a long day- so- we did it a couple of times, the second orgasm not quite satifying a young, maybe even oversexed lady, but it certainly did the business for him, and he was well asleep in seconds. No pre-breakfast fuck for me either, he was rushing. I had come a little prepared, with.