" She asked, "How could all that have been of any help to you?" Well in those evenings, I was court ordered to be whatever the plaintiff demanded me t... be. I had no choice. If a guy wanted me to dress up in a ponygirl outfit with a vibrator in my pussy and drive him around Chrystal Heights' Town Square, I did it without a second thought and with a smile on my face."The daytime was a different matter though. During the day, only my vocabulary was regulated. I could do whatever I liked so long as. That was when I remembered I had to work the next day, and that John would need to know. Barbara said not to worry, he had already figured most of it out and he’d decided he liked me much better as a girl than as a boy. She said it had been a good thing for him to have to deal with how strange and androgynous I had been some days at work, because he had been very narrow minded until he discovered he had a soft-spot for me.So that was one hurdle out of the way.We were nattered on about nothing. The process was repeated on the right side. A pinprick in my left arm. I lost consciousness as the doctor began sewing my chest closed.I don't know how long I was out. I awoke in a bed with an IV running into my arm. My chest hurt like hell! Looking down I could see the twin mounds pushing the covers up. Natasha opened the door."How do you feel?" She asked. She didn't wait for a reply but continued. "Surgery night is always a shock. I couldn't bear to be there last night because it brought back. "Oh my God, do you two know each other?"Debbie spoke first. "We went to college together. Except I knew her as Stephanie Larson. And she knew me as Debbie Grey. I went back to my mom's maiden name when she and my dad divorced." She held her arms out and approached Stephanie, who stood. The girls hugged. "How have you been, Steph?"A flustered Steph responded. "Wow....Debbie. I took my mom's new husband's name when they married. When she changed her name to his, I did, too. That was five years.