"Oh yes, you are a girl," said Jodie softly, "a very pretty girl, Abigail. You'll have to get used to it. Serena's admiring your lovely hair. It does need a session at the stylists but it's long enough to take one of the new styles that's fashionable 'round here. Are you ready for us to dress you now? I'm sure some of the shaking you're doing is caused by the chill of the air on your lovely skin."
My throat burned after I tried to force words out. Jodie, I think, covered my eyes and gave me another sip of juice. I felt silk touch my thighs and then my chest and shoulders.
"We need to get a robe on you, Abigail," said Serena crossly. So sorry to be holding you up from getting laid, I thought angrily, and then wondered about all she and Jodie had said, about being a man like me, and now a woman. How could Serena have been any kind of man?