” I looked around butno one was eavesdropping. “It’s really strange. I don’t thinkpanties make that much physical differenc...… but I’m more awareof myself right now than usual, that’s for sure. It must bepsychological.” She gave me a look. “Don’t overanalyze, Rebecca. This issupposed to be a thrill thing. Just enjoy it.” “Oh, I am, I am!” She giggled again at my expression. . We loaded the truck, drove to Brownwood, and made the delivery. Old Man Barton was tickled pink and could not thank us enough. He told us. "My kids put the property up for sale and had made arrangement to move me from the hospital to the county-run rest home while I was still in the hospital recovering from the stroke. Once I found that out, I let the farm stay up for sale but made arrangements with this home to get the proceeds. They have guaranteed me a place for the rest of my life and if. My long red hair and makeup were next. I looked in the mirror and was amazed at how much like a girl Jasmine looked than usual. I sat at my computer, casually put the DVD into the drive and began watching the transsexual video while logged into gay.com chat "Newfoundland Room". I was wishing that a man would like what I had to offer. I decided that Jasmine would advertise in the main chat for a conversation. It took awhile but I did manage to get a few hits. I didn't want just hits; I wanted. "Besides that, it's airline policy that all the stewardesses wear skirts except the crew leader. I'm not going to put you into a skirt, yet... but if you have a pair of pants that fit, I suggest that you change. Immediately."Wes gulped and nodded. "Yes, ma'am." He opened up his garment bag and grabbed a pair of black pants, still wrapped in plastic from the dry cleaners in case anything was spilled on his luggage. Good thing I tried to think of everything that could go wrong, Wes mused. Someday.