"I've never felt more femme," I say gleefully, batting my eyes and flexing my fingers."Careful with the butterflies," you say seriously and we all thr...e giggle.We brush our wigs and don our bras and panties. "What are you girls wearing?" I ask."As hot as it is, I'm going with a sundress sans hose," you reply."Sounds good to me," Jill responds."Me, too!" I chime in. We slip into our dresses and regard ourselves in the mirror."Beautiful!" you exclaim, twirling gracefully."I hope we pass as well. Brianna held Brittany's head to her groin while her father had Brittany by her hips. He didn't even bother to lower his slacks, choosing merely to unzip before entering his daughter.The three Wrights continued to daisy-chain the morning away when Brianna had an idea. She hit the button on the speaker phone."Miss Hill, could you come in here for a moment?" Brianna asked in a formal voice."Sure thing, Brit -- or is it Brianna?" she replied over the intercom."Brianna. And I'm waiting," she. The quiet small market town had a strange feeling to it this morning, like the air itself was vibrating with anticipation. Some of the more sensitive villagers noted the tension, or wondered if they imagined a slightly unusual intensity in their neighbours' eyes, but most dismissed the phenomena as symptoms of excitement for the upcoming harvest.The three new arrivals definitely did not notice, as their minds were on a much more serious matter: budgeting. Sitting in the ramshackle local tavern. She playfully nuzzled my neck, then pecked me on the lips, and bounced from the bed in the direction of the shower. Her lithe body all taut and sensuous as she disappeared into the bathroom. I shivered in delight, wanting to pinch myself to be sure this gorgeous nineteen year old beauty was really mine. Silently counting my blessings I wandered to join her in the shower, conscious of the time pressing, and a little miffed we wouldn't have time to indulge other pleasures under the spray.As we.