The ‘new’ owners had established it as a wine bar and restaurant. They had ripped out and sold off the poker machines and their licences. It was s...ill the place to go on Friday night by the look of the crowd. ‘Well at least they didn’t get rid of the public bar.’ I said to Paul ‘Yeah it’s changed a bit since you last wet your whistle here.’ We were seated by the host on the outside deck. It was a perfect March evening and quite warm. I settled for a steak dish while Denise and Paul both went. . I was psyched to have that happen, if you know what I mean. But why worry? Why worry about any of this scheme-y stuff? My mom has got it covered. She's always got some scheme-y plan or another in the works, and good things happen with each one. I don't quite know what her big scheme is this time, but it seems to lead to more and more super fun, so I say: go Mom! If we try to get all scheme-y, we could just get in the way of her scheme-y-ness, if you know what I mean."Katherine thought about. While putting on my makeup and brushing out my hair, Icouldn't help but see a new me In the mirror. A me that had just spentthe previous day helping his wife sexually pleasure a man. A me who hadbeen viewed completely as a woman during that act. A me who hadn'tprotested or balked at being placed skin to skin, cheek to hip, inchesaway from a man's cock being sucked by a similarly dressed and styledwoman. A me that with my cock pulled back in my gaff and my prettypanties and bra on couldn't. The doctor did a real screwed up job on me didn't he?"Truda said first shocking Alan that she knew then he nodded his agreement. "I need to go back in and clear more but I am afraid that you aren't strong enough." Alan told her sadly. "Look Alan I am of no damn use like I am, anything we can do that will help me to be normal as I can get, I am willing to try." Truda told him; though her face was grim, Alan could see gladness in her eyes that he was willing to help her. Alan concentrated and.