Not to be famous. Sorry..." Ugh, trust me, it can be a pain at times," Jamie laughed. "Especially assome days it feels like I'm only famous for being ...ransgendered..." You- seriously?" Jessica asked, surveying Jamie's body for any clue thatshe was anything other than fully female, and finding nothing."Yes, and thank you!" Jamie giggled."Um, thank you too, I guess!" Jessica said, making Jamie gigglebashfully."I... Didn't want to ask," Jamie said, adjusting her gold-coloured pillboxhat. "I mean,. I pointed it out and she and her shopping bags disappeared inside. Five minutes later she came out. She was wearing nylons, a garter belt, crotchless panties, a cut a way bra and Come Fuck Me pumps with four or five inch heels. She smiled at me and struck a pose."What do you think? I bought this stuff just for the occasion. Is this suitable attire for a woman who is intent on making her husband a cuckold?She didn't really have to ask that question because I knew she could see me drooling. And. After several hours traversing the landscape I stopped atop what seemed to be the highest point overlooking most of the property. The sun was blazing hot as I removed my jacket and unbuttoned several buttons on my blouse hoping the breeze would cool me off as I drank from my canteen.I could see from my vantage point the farm and barns behind me in the distance like miniscule dots among the trees. In front of me was a vast ravine beautiful granite and limestone rock that reminded me of the. My leg twitched nervously as I waited. Self-concious thoughts ran through my mind: How is my hair? Am I wearing the right dress? I had never had particularly high self-esteem, though Chris told me I was beautiful every day.Chris. I leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes. Even the sound of his name sent butterflies through my stomach. My boyfriend since my sophomore year in high school, Chris and I shared the relationship that was the stuff of dreams, mostly because we were both pretty much.