Roberta, Molly and Ed

"And we service the women admirals also," Molly interrupted. "And diplomats. Lots of queens in the Queen's service." She snickered at her own joke.

"The Admiral has a file on us like the one she has on you," Roberta continued. "Our entire lives have been changed. As far as the Navy is concerned, we are female. Parents, family, school, college, Navy careers now have me as Roberta Blisson and Molly as Molly Wynn."

Molly took over. "So when we got our new personas, the Admiral made the change. Our male personae no longer exist. Which is just fine with us. We have what we've always wanted: careers as female Navy officers."

Ed looked at their crotches, which they had exposed in their various poses.

"What's with those things?" he asked, looking at Roberta's crotch.

Roberta and Molly smiled at each other, then at Ed. "I was wondering if you were going to ask about these," Roberta said, opening her robe to reveal her breasts and crotch, spreading her legs. "Like I said, we want to live as women, but not become women. No breast implants, no alterations ... down there. But we have to appear natural. Can't have a dick getting hard at the wrong time. And if someone should look up our skirts, they shouldn't get a surprise! The breasts are easy. There are quite a few companies supplying realistic breasts from bra implants to adhesive prosthetics. The Navy has its own labs producing the same. Mainly for Navy wives or officers who've undergone breast surgery due to cancer."

Molly picked up the explanation. "Yeah. I had a real hard time ..." she snickered at the unintended double entendre ... "keeping myself from being discovered at the school. These vaginas are pussy panties, such as you can get in any adult book store, only very advanced. Ours have been developed so that we can go to the toilet without removing them. Fully functional too. Both Robbie and me have several different types, with different hair patterns depending on the assignment. Most of the time its either the full bush, like we're wearing now, or the landing strip. I have a few which are bare. ..."