The weekly meetings for drinks with Harry were one of the high points of her week. Katie had never been a particularly girly-girl and since waking up as a man she was fast becoming spoiled. Less hair to wash, less towels to wear and the delicious sensation of lounging around in her new boxers in the bungalow and not having to worry about what people saw.
All in all, being a bloke was pretty fabulous and Katie was grinning as she walked into the pub and saw Harry on the bar looking every inch a foxy female. "Its Karl," Katie said as she slid onto the bar stool and looked Harry over. "Now there's two reasons right there why you're the chosen one."