The cowgirl (Bodysuit Caption)

 

"Howdy ya'll, are you ready to ride?"

Standing in front of Monica were eight city slickers, and she knew that they'd be a bit nervous. With a cheerful smile she greeted them, and immediately that infectious personality started to rub off. They nodded and smiled back, but it was obvious to her that they were still were feeling a bit apprehensive, but that's where it was her job to step in.

"Before I lead ya'll to your horses, I need to ask if anybody here has ridden on a horse before." They all shook their heads. "No worries then, folks. We've got some absolute sweeties who'll be happy to be your rides. Trust me, they're as excited to meet you guys!" 

With that, she led them over to where their steeds awaited them. A few of the group cooed while others tentatively stepped up to pet the horses, as Monica nodded her encouragement. "Go ahead, ya'll! They love it when you show them affection."

Now that her guests had been briefed on the way to ride and were now in their saddles, Monica started to lead them down the trail. From time to time she looked back to check in on them, but for the most part they were either chatting with each other or soaking in the views of the fantastic scenery. Despite having worked at the nature center for some time, she still found it breathtaking to see all it had to offer, and not a single day went by that she counted herself lucky to work there. She said as much to her group, who asked her about her experience there. Finally, it was time to head back to the stables, where everybody dismounted, feeling content. 

"I hope you all enjoyed riding out on our ranch, and we hope to see you soon!"

With that, her tour was officially over. She hung back for a few extra minutes in order to accommodate some questions and comments, but eventually she was all alone. 

Later on, after she finished her tasks for the day and after all the guests had left, Monica was in the empty staff room. Taking off her hat, she fanned herself as she finally had time to sit down and breathe. It wasn't that the group was bad, far from it--they were an awesome bunch that had a fantastic time in her beloved fields. Rather, it was this outfit, as much as she liked wearing it; it was surprisingly tight for a cowgirl, but she made it work. No matter, it was time to finally get changed. As she looked into the small mirror, she let her hands find their way to the top of her head, finding the small, hidden zipper tucked away underneath her raven hair. 

Underneath the facade was an Asian girl, and her hair underneath was able to spill out of as the suit deflated. She'd need to strip out of everything to finally step out of the bodysuit, but for now she relished the feeling of cool air on her face. With the mask now hanging around her neck, she started to unbutton her tight shirt, then the (surprising) silk bra underneath. From there, she practically rushed to get the top half of the suit off; the hands joined the face in flopping onto the floor as Monica moved around the small room. What wasn't easy to remove was her tight jeans. Sure, it was part of the outfit that appealed to guests (and colleagues), but she cursed at how difficult it was to take them off; the suit's hips made it hard to loosen the zipper.

It took her some time, but she was stark naked, enabling her to finally get out of the cowgirl guise. With a satisfying thud it hit the ground, as she walked over to the closet where her normal clothes were waiting for her. Now that she was in something looser and more comfortable, she picked up the empty suit and placed it in her bag. With a final look around, both to see if she left anything behind as well as to see if anybody else was around, she made her way to her truck. Monica doffed her hat as she drove home, happy to get the chance to finally take it easy after a long day.