.." Even the uniform?" Dr Phillips asked, smiling sympathetically asSophie bit her lip. "Like I've told you countless times, there isnothing wrong in ...eeling the way you're feeling." Even though my main feeling is that I feel like a fraud?" Sophieasked."In what way do you feel fraudulent?" Dr Phillips asked."My parents think I'm just being female for a job, nothing more,"Sophie replied. "My friends think this is who I really am, that I'veleft 'James' in the past, never to return." And what do. She knew they'd get naked as soon as she left and she just hoped they'd do it somewhere in the house besides their bedroom. Then she waited outside the house, gave them ten minutes, and went back in quietly.Her plan had worked. She heard them in the living room. After peeking around the corner to make sure they were actually doing it, she slipped back out, went around to the front door, and walked in, calling out "I'm back" as if she expected them to be somewhere deep in the house, instead of. I kept my legs up for a bit, half-an-arm away from her face, as she held both my slippers in her hands. I lowered my feet, and made sure to hide the satisfaction behind a neutral face. The look on her face was hilarious. Her eyebrows joined, her eyes pointed forward looking at nothing, her arms still held up like she was posing for a picture while holding the trophy that was my slippers. I giggled, “Earth to Holly.”“Yeah—” she said then abruptly threw the slippers to the floor, looking at them. She prayed that her interview would go well today for a teller position at a local bank. She was overqualified for the job but they needed to pay the bills plus it would get her out of the house and away from Phil. The Mrs. Missouri title only added more expenses for her family but she didn’t dare let the pageant association or her friends know of her financial strain. Her husband however relished in her title. Katie knew he enjoyed having the trophy wife that every man desired.As her husband.