"Pandora, what do you think?" I ask Pandora as we sit outside in a sunny, flower-filled field on a date. It's been five months since I started training my cute wife and making her more feminine, and the results have been perfect.
"It's perfect, Grimm," Pandora says, sipping from a cup of blood with a posture so flawless her former etiquette wouldn't even compare. Her expression, her tone, her posture—all of it exudes a grace that makes my cunt throb.
It's like looking at a portrait of pure perfection that no noble has ever been able to achieve in their entire life. I really changed this girl to the max!!
'Ah, this feels so good...' I toss a piece of paper onto the table. It contains Pandora's complete anatomy, which I discovered during all the training I did on her urethra. And honestly, maybe I've developed a fetish for it. Well, what's one more to the count, right?
"..." Pandora looks at the paper mapping out her entire body. I touch a spot to show her.
