Lisle clapped her hands in front of her hips, crossing them at the wrists to cover as much of her sex as possible.  It did not conceal the stubs of fingers.  It did not conceal the remnants of her legs.  To her own disgust, it did not even conceal the last knuckle-length of her new clitoris.  The one thing it did conceal was the trimmed and slightly wet folds of her pussy, and she was sure that the scent of arousal was strong enough to reach this unfamiliar person.<br/><br/>Defensively, her shoulders hunched, and she lifted those shocking green eyes to look from one officer to the other.