My husband is gone for a few days and I am all worked up. I just close the shade and try to put them out of my mind. I went to bed. I woke up the next...day ready for anything. I cleaned the house and drank some coffee. Boring as usual. Without my husband here I was bored out of my skull. I ran upstairs to see what the neighbors were doing. She was there but he must have been at work. She was in jeans and a tee, nothing unsual. I watched to see what she was going to do. Maybe I could use some of. I thought that sounded a bit harsh, but in all honesty, my Clementine was one of those females that quite enjoyed having her hindquarters reddened whenever she got down on all fours and assumed the position she liked the best for humping even though it certainly didn’t look very ladylike no matter which way you looked at it.Fortunately, the widow Mason was able hide her growing belly until after I got my discharge papers from the Sergeant Major at Parade at the end of the month and we made a. I knew I wanted my panties to be seen too. More than that, I had an overwhelming urge to be caught taking them off. I looked down and watched as my shaking hands started to push the waist of my dress down. Yes, Jerri, you know you want to take off your dress so you can remove your panties! I had to look between and around my full breasts. At that moment I loved being female so much that I knew I was right to want to stay a woman. I loved the fact that I had taken female hormones for many weeks. “Go on!”“A little background first,” I told her. “Our father was a Field Agent for the Agency. He was retired about eight years before we were born. He has always been security conscious, and became more so when he met and married our mother.“About a year after we were born, Uncle Lester came down to Georgia from the Agency to try to convince dad to rejoin the Agency. Dad wasn’t impressed with his offer and sent him and his security people packing. He and our grandfather became even more.