74. Caught Red-Handed:
Well life was certainly interesting; he could give it that.
He surveyed himself in the mirror and wiped the trace of red lipstick off his top lip.
His wife was due home anytime soon and he didn’t want any unexpected traces of ‘female’ on him. This whole thing was getting ridiculous. He’d only wanted to try it out and have a little fun, but like everything involving women, it all became complicated very, very quickly.
He heard the key in the lock downstairs and the door open and close.
“Honey, I’m home!” she yelled from the kitchen.
“Oh, I’m just upstairs,” he called back down.
He heard her footsteps pad up the carpeted stairs and into the bedroom behind him.
“Sweetheart, what’s this?” she asked. He heard the surprise in her voice and something else he couldn’t quite put his finger on; anger perhaps?
He turned around to find her holding a black lace garter from her index finger. She raised her eyebrows.
He’d been caught red-handed.
His cross-dressing spree had come to an end.