Suddenly Miro looked very solemn, stern. "Do you know what a transvestite is?"
"Well, yes. Crossdresser. Right?"
MIro frowned and Meg thought she had answered incorrectly.
I've been a she-male sissy for a number of years now. I'm ready to have a gender reassignment, which is quite expensive. I'm about to move from transvestite to transsexual. Do you need what that means?" She cupped Meg's chin and turned the astonished girl sideways to face her. "It means I'm not a girl like you think. I'm a man in transition."
Meg's head was swimming. She looked at the sensual woman next to her. "I don't believe what my ears are hearing." She started to pull away. "I'm totally confused. If that's so, how can you hide your male parts?"
Miro smiled an indulgence. "it's called a pussy-gaff," she answered slowly. "A girdle that holds the genitals firmly in place between the legs."