Steven loved the feel of the soft feminine garments as his sister helpeddress him. He smiled as he twirled the petticoat, hearing the rustle.But he w...sn't prepared for just how helpful his sister was being.Sarah smiled as she watched her brother twirl his petticoats, but sheknew she had work to do. She took down the pink dress and slipped itover his head, fluffing the skirt as it drifted over the petticoat. Sheslipped his arms into the puffy princess sleeves and then zipped up theback,. I hit the trapper at a full run and knocked him down. He swore at me and started to pull a pistol from his belt. I drew my pistol from my holster first and shot him several times before he managed to bring his up. Jim Bridger, the owner of the camp, arrived about then and took charge of the situation. There was a disagreement about what happened so he had several of the men around hold me until the wagon captain arrived. He didn't seem too concerned about my shooting the trapper but there was a. Next comes the black seemed stockings, also from Vickie's (I just love that store. A woman can feel like a woman shopping for lingerie, not like a slut. Even though I enjoy that feeling too.) I attach the thigh highs to the corsets garters and then get out my shoes. They are also black and are a shiny patent leather. 4" F' me pumps with stiletto heels; no lower then that for this girl.Now to get dressed. The whole time I am dressing I am fantasizing that I am getting dressed for a date with my. He sort of defused things with that response. I was flirting, but it definitely seemed to me that he wasn’t flirting back necessarily. I didn’t want to make a fool of myself. Or offend him, jeez. He’s the only person I like in that fucking department.” Maybe more than like, thought Wren. “Like” wasn’t the right word. She couldn’t characterize it as “love,” she thought, though it was certainly a grade of love, a kind of cherishing borne of their familiarity and respect, but not romantic love..