It felt good, so much softer and more feminine against my skin than the coarse shirts I wore to school. I liked the way the buttons were on the other ...ide too, it just felt right. Now I was ready for the skirt.After a bit of fumbling with my shaking hands, I managed to get the skirt ready to step into. I was trying on a skirt for the first time, how exciting! I stepped into it and pulled it up round my waist. It felt fabulous! Then I zipped it up the back. I looked in the mirror. I was a. I am kinda hungry."Being Sunday night, the kids were at their Grandmother's house and would by now be getting themselves ready for bed. Johan and I enjoyed a romantic candlelight dinner of spicy fish and sautéed vegetables. While we ate, we talked quietly about the problems I was having writing down my fantasies for him.I told him it wasn't easy. Of course he made light of my difficulties (well, he is a male), telling me, "Sure it is, you already told them to me once, sweetheart." I love all. "Blondeis your best bet."I guess I couldn't argue with her logic. A quick check with a dark redproved her point. Trying on the blonde wigs proved that Sarah Carerrawould be a hottie. I wasn?t sure I was ready for that! With a little insecurity, we purchased the set of wigs. I really hopedthere was a contract heading my way, because the total was over $1,000!The store said they would hold onto the boxes while I got my hair done.Mom led me through the connecting door into the salon.The salon. Mark fell, right into the tall bush that was shielding the two from the public eye. Shit, these things can make a lot of noise, thought Mark, as Caleb turned, horror struck. "Who's there?!" The obviously disappointed temptress called, and as Caleb began to run, Mark could hear the unlatching of the back gate, some twenty feet down the fence. Mark stood - well, attempted to stand, but the waistband of his shorts was caught in the low-hanging branches of the plant. Just then, the peeved beauty.