I look up and motion for the waiter, he comes over and I hand him the menu with my credit card. "Two chocolate raspberry cakes to go along with our ch...ck, both of those waiting for us at the bar in about ten minutes. ASAP. Understood?"He nods his head quickly and runs off to take care of our order and check. I look back to Tara with a hard look, which I can tell surprises her."I'm going to the restroom. Meet me by the bar ready to leave. Okay?"She smiles and chuckles."Yes, ma'am."She says with. I always admired her beauty and amazing body andconsidered myself very lucky to be married to such a sexy and beautifulwoman. As she was stepping into her tight red dress, she looked over atme and said, "What are you doing? Get dressed, we have to leave soon, andI want to take some photos before he gets here."I opened the new package of pantyhose and slid them up to my now smoothlegs and then wiggled into the body shaper that concealed my boy bits andgave me a lovely figure. Helen was right,. The nurses took some pictures of us together. You looked just like your mother, spitting image, I stood there thinking that I would have the rest of my life to raise you, andthat I would be looking at your mother the whole time. I was worried that I would never be able to get over it, that I would resent you because you looked just like her.The Doctor told me that they should keep you for a day or so, just to make sure that everything was ok. So I went home that night and had to call my. Soup-bone Ch. 42, p. 17 of the trans-utopia archives.And the whore-prophet of infinite perversity, our beloved mental mentor of the hopelessly absurd spoke to his shameless slutty sex slaves from his dung-heap - "behold my beloved disciples of depraved depravity for I have been transmorphed into your existence from another not very distant alternate reality in order to reveal unto thee that a sheep is a sheep no matter what gender that sheep was born to be and just as a fish is a fish and a.