”“Can I watch?” I asked stupidly, because it was a stupid question, I already was.She shrugged her shoulders and squatted a little lower, dark y...ellow, sharply odiferous piss trickled, then stopped, then jetted and stopped, beginning to flow strongly as she relaxed, some splattering on her hose and thighs. As her urine ran freely she said, “That really turns you on! Your face is glowing and your cock is wetting your pants.” Then pausing as her flow ceased, she whispered, “Oh drat! I don’t have. Our surgeons used the stub of penis and the skin of the scrotum that remained after my neutering. Only two weeks after I’d ceased to be a man I had a vagina. It wasn’t like a born woman’s pussy, of course, because there was no clitoris and it didn’t lead anywhere – no internal reproductive organs – but convincing labia had been fashioned and the area was uninfected and healing well. The doctors promised there’d be no scars. Two months later, when I finally saw it in a mirror, I was persuaded.. I winced slightly at the name Winterhorn; it was anexact translation of my name, but in my own language it hadn't seemed socontrived--except now, I couldn't remember what it was in my language, orany other words either, for that matter. I understood immediately she hadtaken that away from me. If I had had any doubt that there was magic here,it was gone for good now."I have been explaining to my people here--" she waved expansively acrossthe crowd--" what a delight it will be for them when you. Yesterday he had made her experience something that she had never been aware that it existed. She had also been doing a lot of thinking about her husband. She loved him. She had since the third grade. Now she wondered if she really knew him at all. She had always differed to him. Now she wondered why she did. Did she really think that he was the all wise and all knowing. He was only a few years older than she was. He was just as young and ignorant of the facts of life as she had been. But.