There’s less sneaking around as I am not quite so in the closet any more, as well as the fact I live alone in my own apartment. I divide my time qui...e evenly between my identities although work is somewhere I still don’t bring my cross dressing. Sometimes I feel like a super hero, by day I’m a mild mannered office man but away from the work I am ‘Super Jess’- spreading joy in high heels and tight skirts. I almost always keep my work and private life separate as it’s just easier. Some may not. The Red Haired People could cook their meat but often ate it so raw that blood dripped down the chin. The clan consumed a lot of meat. Even though there were so few of them, they had no difficulty in hunting down and killing animals much larger than themselves. In most tribes, a hunting party in pursuit of an animal as large as a horse or rhinoceros would consist of at least five hunters and usually many more. Even the chase of deer or antelope was typically a team effort. Amongst these people,. I walked down to the barn because I knew no one would bother me there. I could feel the sexual heat rising from deep within my pussy walls. My pussy was getting wetter and wetter just thinking about having an orgasm. I couldn't remember the last time it had been three weeks without me cumming. I didn't put on any underwear, they would have only gotten in the way. I reached the barn and immediately grabbed one leg of my shorts, pulling it over my pussy. I felt the breeze blow my soft brown tuft. As I stood, I felt momentarily sick. Running to the bathroom I just barely made it to the toilet before I vomited up my dinner from the night before. Then leaning over the toilet bowl with my hands on the seat and my face over the hole I retched again even though I had nothing else to expel. After several more minutes I finally straitened up to look at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. My eyes widened as I realized that the nausea I was feeling was just like the morning sickness I'd.