Lamer than Bush’s current duck-like presidency, this edition of Gorgeous She-Male Cinema offers little for the trans-aficionado unless they happen to have a big thing for insipid doctor’s office scenarios. (As to why it’s all medical-related is unknown.)

Most of the girls can’t even get their wrinkled little turtle-cocks to bloom. Oh-so cleverly, the director bypasses this essential element by pretending no trannies are present at all — the ladies coyly cup their tiny junklets (or they’re framed in a way which avoids crotches whatsoever). Yeah, that’s just what the consumers want to see. Of the few that sport moderate wood, it’s their manly partners who soon deflate cum penetration time. One can feel passion escaping from the room like a punctured balloon.

Retailing: Tranny filler.