Pulling both of his colt revolvers he checked his sights and ammo, then shook his head. The sights really didn’t matter at this point, either they d...illed holes, or he was dead, plain, and simple. Checking the street he saw that most everyone had skedaddled; good, no need to kill everyone not if he didn’t have to.Stepping inside the saloon he noticed a few that took a particular notice to him. Especially the way his pistols were at the ready at his side the holsters tied down. Walking to the. While I was slipping on the boots Quanta had sent, I realized how soft and comfortable they were. When I had bought my first pair of cowboy boots back home in Virginia, it had taken over two month to break them in so that they were comfortable on my feet. Now these were brand new, but they fit like they were made for my feet. Man, this is nice, I thought as I stood, putting on the shoulder harness and adjusting it for a comfortable fit. It had room for four mags, so I slipped the rest into the. Much to Jen's amusement I bought somewomen's pants to wear underneath.I have been mistaken for a woman more frequently. I do not know what todo. Jen has suggested that I start dressing androgynously. She says thatnow my boobs are getting more difficult to hide and my hips and bum havechanged, I am looking more and more like a bull dike. She says that ifthe changes do not reverse, I would be better starting to present more asa female.I do not like the idea at all.(Coward, take the chance to be. Their strength was great, and it scared me.When we close to the stage I could hear the rumbling of the crowd. How many people were out there, I was sweating and nauseous.I was pushed onto the stage and saw the crowd. I would guess that I saw four to five hundred people. On stage was a huge man dressed in leather pants, and was bare-chested. He also wore a leather hood disguising his identity. He held in his right hand a small whip.His voice was deep and gruff.“Remove your dress.”I hesitated;.