She painted my finger nails and toes, made up my face with eye liner, mascara, eye shadow and lipstick. My wife is actually bisexual and she was gett...ng so turned on just looking at me and thinking how attractive of a woman I was transforming into and thought how nice it would be to have me lick here pussy as a sexy woman for her. I then got dressed into a really tight short skirt with high heels. I had panties on with a bra with implants that gave me really nice tits.When I was completely. The boots came next. Irene always loved stepping into them and zipping them up. The feeling of standing in high heels was magical and she did some girly steps in front of the mirror. Finally she stepped into the black, heavy boned corset. Breathing out, she pulled the strings as tight as she dared, giving her a feeling of being a bit drunk. “Oh my god, should I really do this?” she murmured. Irene painted her nails a bright red and accessorized her hands with big rings on every finger, a bit of. " A few minutes later he finally managed to open the door. "Well, there it is, I hope to hell the damn thing works."Finding the switch he closed his eyes and prayed that the generator would start.The motor turned over so slow Chris worried that the battery would die on him but the generator coughed once, twice and then started. "All right! We have power."A quick check on the fuel and he noticed that it was almost full."Did you get the generator going?" Linda asked as Chris returned to the. It was kind of funny the way I never had to ask about McCall in any saloon. He was the major topic of conversation, and almost everyone of the talkers had claimed to have seen him someplace else. Most of the talk placed him in Carlsbad, so I headed that way. Humph! New Mexico Territory looked enough like Texas along here that it could have fooled me. Oh, well, at least I was going somewhere with a purpose.I was still traveling with my customary three horses, one to ride, a spare, and a pack.