Inside were a massive array of sex toys: gags, handcuffs, dildos, cock rings, butt plugs and other things I didn’t recognise. All were laid out on a... series of shelves. She selected a dildo (as big as my black one, but pink). Then she got a harness–a strap-on harness, attached the dildo to it, and handed it to me. ‘Put this on.’ I needed no further encouragement. She also grabbed what looked like the sculpture of a cock in metal mesh. That really doesn’t describe well what I saw, but that’s what. I did this all in silence but i got brave and just had to ask "does it work properly" he opened his eyes and smiled and replied "yes just my cock and my brain sadly" he then begged me to please carry on", so any misunderstanding was gone and so I could carry on with my mission to milk mikes hot load from his cock. To try and make it sound professional I then said "your penis is so very dry, so I'll repeat the same as i did on your balls if that's O. K" he nodded, so I proceeded. I still held. One I still don't quite understand, but doesn't really pertain to this particular story. Who or what my parent's enemies were, I never quite discovered. I got the unstated impression that they were sort of the self-appointed guardians of the nearby small coastal town, a sleepy quiet sort of place filled with odd and peculiar but interesting people. I also clearly received the impression that my own future wasn't particularly tied here to our home and that a rather different sort of fate awaited. A big smile was on her face when she saw me and rushed to my table. She told me she had something important to tell me and would I please stay. Less than an hour later she sat down and announced she had the rest of the night off and wanted to leave. But before we left she told me something that made my jaw drop. The reason she was going to California was to have a sex change operation. She was a he in shemale clothing. She also explained that if I wanted to leave without her she would.