Bar and Transexual Robby

My sister's bar opened today, in real life. Last night I had a dream that the bar opened and my dad was bartending. There were lots of people there and he was working hard to get all their orders quickly. He was sweating a lot and his face was red as he worked.

I was milling around when our sorta-cousin Robby came in. He had decided he wanted to be a woman and wore a blond shoulder-length wig. His new name was Cheryl and I struggled to call him that instead of Robby. But I respected his decision and tried to act normal about it.

He hadn't shaved his beard in a while though, which I thought was an odd choice if he was going to be a woman from now on.