What you got is brawny arms, striated pecs and chiseled intercostals. And the male performers ain't bad, either. The United Nations aspect of The World's Luckiest She Male has both an exotic and marketable appeal lacking in most of the domestic grade she-male product. There are only three scenes, sure, but you get more action and variety than tapes with twice as many encounters.
If the viewer is willing to overlook minor details like a penis and testicles, his ultimate Rae Dawn Chong fantasies will be realized, courtesy of Christiane, in the show's lead-off but fuck.