He waved at them with the other hand."Hey Jess," he greeted them, "Marie, glad you're home. I sold a side of beef to that crazy French chef in Steambo...t. He tried to cheat me and I pulled out my hunting knife and offered to give him a sex change operation. I told him you said it was all right and I could if I felt like it. He paid and I put the money in the bank."He grinned with pride, "I sold all of the eggs to some produce guy out of Laramie who said he has a deal with you and he gave me cash. I have never been in a committed relationship but I was cool with that, I liked the freedom.“Yeah? Gays have it so much easier getting laid, I haven’t been near a girl in a month.” He laughed again. “Like, when did you last get laid?” He looked over at me.“Seriously Eric? Isn’t it weird that you wanna know when i last got dick?” I met his eyes with a grin on my face.“Why is that weird? If you were straight, would it be weird then? No, so tell me” He was right. “Two days ago, before that, five. At that point in time, he didn'twant to dress and play anymore, he wanted to be married, be "happy". Hiswife knew about his dressing, they even played a bit with it, she got himsome nice sissy panties and would use toys and plugs from time to time.Was just enough to keep the addiction manageable. As much as he thoughthe was over it, the thoughts kept coming back, the longer he went withoutdressing up, the more he found himself at work watching sissy pornjerking in the restroom. When it came. He wentthrough the inner door and found himself a table, andchecked out his surroundings.All the waitresses were dressed in gowns which revealeda lot of cleavage and cut up high on each side toexpose their legs too. The dancer on stage was down toher panties and was really giving the customers theirmonies worth. Her breasts had tassels on them and theywere twirling in circles as she moved.His waitress arrived, “Hi! I’m Radvanyi, I’ll be yourwaitress tonight. Can I start by.