Sitting at the wife's vanity, I apply a red lipstick and gloss to my lips. I make up my eyes with some flattering shadow and add just a little color t...o my cheeks. I put on some nails, also red. Watching the Mrs. all these years has paid off. For good measure, I "borrow" some of her bracelets and a nice necklace.Finally, sitting back on the bed, I slip on my pumps. The transformation to Frankie is complete.I walk around the poster bed, getting my balance down. I make my way back to mirror and. Like....well, bigmilky breasts, I suppose."You've made them too big!" I wince, cradling my aching chest."It's okay. To be honest, this dress wouldn't suit a bra anyway." Dress..?"I'll admit, I never understood why women obsessed so much over theirframe until I saw myself in that full-length mirror. The dress is black,and hugs every inch of my frame from my belly to my hips to my legs.There are no shoulders to speak off, my cleavage hugged tight and on fulldisplay. My heels complete the look -. He just shook his head as he said, ”Just going to be one of those days.”Keith casually walked over and picked up one of our robes from beside the hot tub. He handed it to Megan as he said, ”Princess, Maybe that suit wasn’t such a good idea after all.”Megan slipped the robe on turned red and ran into the house. I could tell she was super embarrassed and also maybe concerned what daddy would do to her. I got out of the hot tub grabbed a robe and ran after her. I found her in her bedroom sitting. I needed time to contemplate the lint in my navel and decide what I was going to do next. What had I accomplished when I ‘hit the road, Jack’?I’d traveled 38,000 miles through thirty-six states and up into one Canadian province. I’d been to national parks and monuments, and some of the most beautiful and romantic places in the U.S. Most of them alone. In the not-alone times, I’d had seven lovers ranging in age from nineteen to fifty-five. But most of them had been for only a night or two.What.