"If I could put a ring on my finger, I'd marry myself," One of those bizarre song titles from the 60's can pretty well sum up the storyline of She-Male Reformatory.

Being a "she-male" must have some advantages. If your social life really goes into eclipse, I suppose you can try dating yourself. It does have intriguing possibilities. Imagine. For sex, all you have to do is roll up in a ball.

At the reformatory, though, you're likely to get a little more than you bargained for beginning with a tenderly rendered strip search with a rubber glove. Hiding something in one of your body cavities perhaps? Naughty. Naughty. Warden Understanding and her team of fifty-fifties have "vays" of making you talk. Honestly, it doesn't pay to be a female malcontent anymore.

Technically, it's a decent  video, and Reformatory does have its erotic moments, but not enough to sustain middle-of-the-road tastes that might not be in sync with the unique sexual goings-on "behind bars."