And Boabissia, too, drank, lifting water delicately to her lips
And Boabissia, too, drank, lifting water delicately to her lips. I saw that in our company she had learned something of her femininity.
It seemed that she was beginning, timidly and hopefully, to suspect and experience the true nature of her sexuality, that she might now be daring to think of fulfilling her softness and nature, daring to think of what it might be to be, fully and truly, what she actually was, a female. She, at any rate, was now no longer attempting, grotesquely, and laughably, to emulate the behavior of an Alar warrior.
Mercenaries of Gor, p. 394