He and Kathleen fed them apples and carrots, filled their buckets with grain and tossed in some hay. Their water was kept liquid by the heaters he had...installed. While he mucked out the stalls, Kate walked to the rear of the barn to explore. She tripped over something hard protruding out from under a canvas tarp, covered with bird droppings. It was large and wide. Alec? Can I look under this cover? Huh? Sure, go ahead. Ill be with you in a minute. She slid back the canvas and uncovered an old. She was very confident that more than one person might even relieve some sexual tension while reading the story she had so carefully crafted.She smiled.With great expectation she finally logged on to the BDSM website and submitted her story, making sure to select all the boxes necessary so that ?her readers? could find the story she had written for them. She took a big breath and hit ?submit.?And that is when the torture really began.Her story was up on the website about 6 days later. She was. Paired now with the way her eyes were gleaming in the dim moonlight, it could make one wonder if the supernatural truly existed or not. Luckily, I had it on good authority that my wife was just a flawed human woman.“I was thirsty,” I lied and made my way to her. “I went to grab a glass of cold orange juice.”“I see.”My mouth was completely dry and my heart rate was through the roof. I needed to lay down and touch something solid. I needed to let it anchor me, because I was turning paranoid; I. . Shocked, tosay the least. There was a lot of teasing- some of it quite unpleasant,at first- but once it became clear that I was being deadly serious Ibegan receiving near-universal support (Sarah threatening to kick asshelped, too!). Yes, I lost a few friends as a result of coming out. Butfrankly, anybody who can't accept me for who I truly am doesn't deserveto call themselves my friend. A lot of people have helped out by sendingme links to transgender help pages and interviews with famous TG.