The sigh fed the halogen glow of affection in Gerlinde.  Stubbornness tried to crush it; grimness and doubt bore down.  It rose all the same.  Gerlinde's priorities shifted, turning from the stark patterns of the surgery to considerations humane.<br/><br/>Caresses of Lisle's clitoris' long, anxious back became like the petting of a newborn kitten.  Gerlinde pet and pet, taking on a rhythm, brushing light as snowfall.  She could feel the rich rhythm of the vibrator in its cream-choked sleeve, still guiding bubbles of wet from Lisle's spread body.  It soothed her too, and Gerlinde transmitted that soothing back to Lisle in her touches and her tone.<br/><br/>"Mmm."  She emitted a sound of pleasure, face close enough that Lisle's cheeks could feel its rush.  Her words were light as sugar, made for melting into Lisle's mind.  "Such a beautiful sigh, pussy.<br/><br/>"Pretty kitty's blushing so pretty."  Gerlinde nuzzled her cheek on Lisle's before she could stop herself.  Her hair brushed its blush over Lisle's; Gerlinde felt its stir.  She resolved to savor it.  Since the urgent pulse of a prostate had been bound to the core of her body - to the core of her being - Gerlinde had found a delicious appreciation of those glossy photos in magazines, the stretched nearly bare bodies on billboards, the gasps and glances and soft scents of women.  She let the gesture of nuzzling Lisle steep for awhile as she rose up.  Gerlinde straightened smiling, her words now soft as sleep breathing.  "You're a beautiful kitty, and everybody is sweet to a beautiful kitty."<br/><br/>She continued skimming her fingers on the ache of the testosterone-engorged clitoris, encouraging its flocking feelings and spreading chemicals.  As she did, she examined the stubs of Lisle's digits.<br/><br/>"Pretty kitty.  Pretty kitty.  Feels so good."<br/><br/>Her work, for all the passion it had inspired, had been exact as a diagram: Smooth stubs, rounded like the tips of tiny toes.  Gerlinde lifted her finger from the semen-caped stab of Lisle's clitoris, giving it a parting wriggle of caress.  Then she set to applying synth skin, to close the stubs.<br/><br/>"Beautiful paws for a beautiful kitty."<br/><br/>Pink, celled muscle and glutinous skin began to vanish under the crawl of the synth skin, as it took on Lisle's complexion and spread its matrix to cling over the curve of Lisle's new toes.  They came together as if from the mist of imagination.  And Gerlinde tingled, right down to the settling of her cock and the patient rhythm of her pussy's sleepy tugging, because she liked being right:  They would be beautiful paws.<br/><br/>"You make me so happy, kitty."<br/><br/>Gerlinde wondered if it was true.  Smiling to herself, brushing synth-skin fine as gesso over the stubs, she felt it was.<br/><br/>"You'll be so special."  Gerlinde was nearly whispering now; whispering as the skin whispered into place.  The vibrator's constant storm was the loudest noise in the warm room.  One set of stubs, then another, dried and sealed like the glaze of semen on Lisle's tummy.