Four catch-as-catch-can scenes, the middle two comprised of straight-on boy/girl transactions, hardly qualifies as a genre-buster. Certainly Kelly Michaels is an alabaster-smooth trannie achievement, and she generates what appears to be genuine heat with her female partner in the opener. The proceeding two snippets feature a cadaverous New York girl – who’s XX all the way, even though every secondary sex characteristic has been starved from her body – and give the viewer the disturbing sensation fo being party to something truly unpalatable. This reviewer understands the appeal of such a situation, but the G.P. may not. The truncated finale between a pot-bellied, garter-trussed, middle-aged man and a bespectacled, proper-looking Latin patriarch never makes it to the pop. The tape is fleshed out with explicit previews for the Kabuki Lady Boys line; some scenes pictured on the box do not appear on the tape.