Transvestia

the light in the bedroom. Now what could Bill have been in there for, she thought. The key was hiding in the bottom of her purse but in a few moments she was inside taking off her coat. The house was silent. Mary Ann started down the hallway to the bedroom. Bill must be there. The door to the room was open "Bill, are you there?" she called. Suddenly she saw the skirted figure

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it was

Bill without his pants and shirt

Clad instead in Mary Ann's skirt

With a sissy blouse all ruffles and bows And heavens, look!

hose

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her heels and

Bill, her husband dressed in her clothes

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Striking a fashion model's pose.

"Bill, you sill ... is it really you? Oh Bill, tell, it can't be true."

Thoroughly startled by Mary Ann's unexpected appearance the skirted Bill could only blurt

"Mary Ann, you're home so early?"

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"Yes dear, I am, but I never thought.."

With a sad, sad look on his face, Bill sank into a chair.

"After all these years...to be caught

Darling sit down. I must explain

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Men are not always what they claim

I am not, my dear, all that I seem Sometimes I think it is all a dream Sometimes I wonder if it really is true That my baby clothes were pink

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- not blue

And that Mother wanted to call me Jill But I was a boy - a boy named Bill

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