" You want me to dress up?" I asked as Jess had referenced my femalealter ego. It was an unusual request. Jess tolerated my cross-dressing,but she did...'t try to encourage it."Not here. At the new salon," Jess replied as she tossed her long, brownhair."What?" I asked out of confusion. I really didn't know where she wasgoing with the conversation."I think you should be the new shampoo girl." You're joking?" I asked, disbelieving what I was hearing."No. I'm serious. It's the perfect place for you. I hate having to pick them out when I can. In the coveralls, I must unzip them to pick them free. Unless I’m bleeding, I usually go without.”My phone buzzed with a store in Toledo that sold these exact boxers, so we were going to stop there on the way back. I got another message that told me to go to the women’s department to get them. They were the same materials but designed with extra stretch in places to better hug a woman’s butt and hips. Plus, there was the white cotton crotch just like. Yup, even a ball-gag. Handcuffs, ankle chains, leather collars ... one said HIS, the other said HERS. I got the big one ... HERS, she got the small one ... HIS.The sheriff presented me with my very own chain gang ball and chain. The real thing! Someone had gone through the trouble to make a "promise paddle." (Promise Paddle: Oak paddle with one inch holes drilled in it.)There was one small flat box and two good sized ones, one big one was labeled, "For when he's gone." Yup, dildo. The other big. " I'll talk to him," I told her, helping her to her feet. Her uncle, my boss, was a big, bluff man who, as far as I could tell, did almost nothing that was completely legal. The girl was a slight young woman, just starting to blossom."None a'your damn business," Tom said when I broached the subject of the girl they called Freddie."Who's this Carter?" I asked, pushing the question a bit."I owe's him money. He's a good man, hard worker. Might do that uppity gal some good." Girl says he's already.