Once again, uneven production values further mar a release that was already just mediocre. First the lighting is universally yellow, which sorta works since the star's dress is yellowish. Later, there's so much white light that it looks like Vo D Bohm is having sex as a nuclear bomb explodes nearby. Is that supposed to be artistic?

It's the usual settings and the usual action with beds, couches and an exercise machine serving as the resting place for trans/bio-boy couplings. Things conclude with a pissed off boyfriend demanding that his trans girlfriend show him some lovin' under their Judy Garland Harvey Girls poster as a reward for his infinite patience. If only all relationship conflicts could be so easily resolved.