“Cmon, cmon, CMON!” Olivia yelled out as she rode her horse with an intensity that she was sure the audience could feel. The cheers erupted loudly as she finished her last barrel wrap and rode off the arena before the buzzer went off. She yanked back on her horse to slow him down and felt her heart swell with pride as they announced her time “AND YET AGAIN OLIVIA REMAINS UNTOUCHABLE. A FINE BUCKLE BUNNY!” The stands roared with excitement and applause. She wiped the sweat off her brow as she gave a gentle nudge to her horse to direct him over to his water drinking station to help cool him down, waving at a few of her cowboys who congratulated her.<br/><br/><br/>Arriving at the water station she got off her horse and tied him to the stand to allow him to catch his breath. She took off he er white cowboy has that somehow managed to glow through it has splatters of mud on it. Her hair fell out of the makeshift bun she had made for it before the race and she closed her eyes to feel the light tickle of her hair on her back “Lookie here!” She heard a familiar voice and rolled her eyes at it “Marcus, they let just anyone come here huh?” She teased and the man gave her a gentle nudge causing her to giggle “Back off.” She laughed and picked her hair up in a messy bun, letting wisps of her hair fall around her face to frame it perfectly. Her blunt bangs were a bit messy but she ran her fingers through them to tease the hair a bit to allow it to fall naturally to the side, giving her a similar look of a side deep bang. Her laziest look and most known after a good ride.<br/><br/><br/>“You comin’ to the cattle auction?” Her brother, Jason who appeared out of thin air it seemed like, asked while Olivia washed her hands and face of the mud she managed to get on herself- a sigh escaping her lips as she responded: “Yeah, daddy needs a new bull so I’m gonna change and head over.” She told her brother, Jason who eyed her and laughed “Alright, see you there Oliver.” The name left his lips so easily and she knew her brother meant no harm but also could see the smirk on his face. She walked off to the so-called locker room to took off what she called her rodeo outfit that was a dirty pair of jeans and her cowboy boots that had been through Hell. She stepped into the little shower they had and was thankful there was a curtain as she quickly washed off of the dirt and sweat on her body.<br/><br/><br/>She quickly dried herself, thankful no other women were in here as they usually weren’t the best at hiding their shock when they saw Olivia’s ‘extra’ appendage. She didn’t care at this point, it was just something she was working on getting the courage of removing. She drives herself off, & quick tucked herself to then slipping on a black lace boyshort type underwear that hugged her plump rear nicely, then slipped on her dark blue jeans that added to her ass. She then slipped on a matching black brallete stopping to look at herself in the dirty mirror in front of her. Olivia has started taking hormones at the beginning of her transition to soften her face & give her body a more feminine touch. It didn’t take much considering Olivia always had a petite frame and worked out enough to give herself a nice butt as well as a toned body.<br/><br/><br/>She slipped on a dark blue plaid shirt she had tucked into her shirt that was a little loose but still helped compliment her shape. She ran her fingers through her hair, drying it a bit more with her towel and finally slipped on black cowboy had that had her family’s crest on the side of it and a belt with the same M on the front of it. She grabbed her shopping boots, as her father called them - it was all business when Olivia put them on. They were a matte black with silver embroidery around the top of them, and with that she was off to the auctioning site.<br/><br/><br/>She was greeted by a few of her ranchers and saw her brother up in the stands holding onto their number. She excused herself and walked over to him, sitting beside him “We ain’t here to buy-“ “I know Oliver. I’m just looking at what cattle they got.” Her brother snapped and she rolled her eyes “We need a good bull. Hell, we need a good breeder with how you’ve been running the ranch.” She burned into him and he didn’t dare talk back to Olivia. She scanned the room to see familiar faces but was stopped when she saw someone, well a group of someone’s that didn’t look familiar. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her thighs as she muttered to her brother “New buyers?” “I was just about to ask you the same thing... let’s wait till the auction is over and we can-“ “It’s over, and you stay here.” She commanded and walked off to head over to the crowd of men.<br/><br/><br/>A few people nodded their heads at her, a sign of respect that she had earned through years of torment and suffering at the rodeo. She stood only at 5’8 but her energy (and mouth) was that of a 6-foot person. She always had good posture from years of riding and was always told to never slouch; gave the wrong impression to people. She tipped her hat back a bit to allow her eyes to be more visible as well as her freckles “Well now, it would be mighty rude of me to not introduce myself to newcomers. Cause that what y’all are clear.” Her eyes scanned over everyone’s face and stopped at the man in the middle. A small smirk tugged at the corners of her lip as she introduced herself, her voice gentle, effortless but with a small country twang to it that was something she couldn’t shake off “Olivia McNeil, I would say it’s a pleasure to meet you but I’m afraid I’d be lying cause I don’t know if it is, huh.” She said with a small chuckle and extended her hand out for the tall Latin looking for him to shake it- Olivia was extremely old school but her father taught her you could learn a lot from a man’s shake.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="288" data-username="@Flannel King" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/288/">@Flannel King</a>