Lisle looked up, somewhat drowsy from the steady drone of the TV and the warm blanket.  She took a long, savoring pull on the chocolate milk - it had been a while since she had had enough ration points to consider spending them on such a treat - and nodded.  She had actually slept during a few shows, stirring against Gerlinde in her sleep, which was blessedly untroubled.  Shrouded in the blanket, she was able to push away the stark reality of her changes - at least the external ones.  The added testosterone kept a simmering warmth of another kind churning internally.<br/><br/>In this calmer space, however, it manifested in a more tactile Lisle.  The softness of the blanket, the embrace of the couch, and the warmth of the other woman's body were treats just as much as the chocolate.