'It's okay, I'm friendly,' said Michelle. She opened her arms and smiled. 'Honestly, I'm mostly a woman, you'll see. Just ignore my cock for now. My name is Michelle.'
'Karen,' replied the woman. Her shoulders relaxed but she stayed pressed against the wall.
'Well, now that we've met how about a hug?' Michelle took a step closer. They were half a metre apart now and she could smell Karen's perfume. With a bit of luck Karen would be able to smell her new, more natural perfume. She was certainly sweaty enough from her earlier masturbations.
Bingo. She noticed Karen's nipples harden and it was far too warm in the cell for it to be anything but arousal. The woman's eyes were mostly fixed on Michelle's cock, no doubt from fear, but her body would betray her soon enough. This was Michelle's in.
'It is beautiful, isn't it?' said Michelle. 'Especially when its hard. All that firm flesh against a backdrop of soft, smooth curves. The best of masculinity on the silky canvas of a woman.'
Karen swallowed a lump in her throat and nodded.
'I do have a face you know.'
Karen looked up and blushed. 'Sorry, I'm being rude. I hate it when men stare at my tits and here I am being no better.'
'That's okay, you're just curious. I can't imagine that you've seen a shemale before. You can touch it if you want.'
Karen's eyes lingered on the large cock dangling before her. 'No I shouldn't,' she said but from the way her hands were fidgeting, touching her sides and neck, Michelle knew that she wanted to.
Michelle stepped closer still and their breasts touched. Karen breathed in sharply and grasped Michelle's hips but didn't push away. Her eyes were wide open, frightened, excited, her nose flaring as her body soaked in more of the pheromones it subconsciously desired.
Michelle smiled. The battle was won. Time to celebrate.