RANSVESTIA

I started to call her back and give her hell. That was foolish! I'd just have to find where she had hidden them. But I couldn't. All that I was able to find was a box under the bed that I suspected had something to do with all this. It had a dress and some lingerie in it. I recalled seeing an envelope lying on top of the panties in her drawer. Since I don't go around reading people's mail, I had left it carefully in place, but it occurred to me that she may have meant for me to find it. She had, because it wasn't sealed and it had a note in it for me.

Larry,

These are mine. Your's are under the bed.

I got the box again and examined its contents more thoroughly, and, of course, from a very different point of view. It contained a puffy dress that nearly filled the box, and on top of it, some pink underwear, fresh and gleaming - a bra with satiny straps, panties and a slip, lusciously soft and pink, and beneath it all, another note:

You know how I feel about your wearing my clothes, but that doesn't seem to stop you. Let's try another tack.

These are for you to wear to your heart's content. Maybe, when you've had your fill, you can start paying attention to me instead of to my clothes.

You have no idea how exciting it was to think that she had bought me those clothes. No child at Christmas ever found a more delightful present beneath the tree. But in no way could I go along with it. She didn't really want me to have and enjoy such things. She was making fun of me. For one lousy joke she was still making me pay. Of course I wanted them, to try them on at once, and to wear them in front of her, but no way. Neither of us was up to it. I reread her note, being excited anew by what it said. But however exciting it might be, I couldn't. For my sake or hers, I couldn't. I knew what her real reaction would be. There was no doubt about it.

But what kind of a hole was I in? How had I gotten into it? Why hadn't I taken the precaution I always took of laying out some clothes to change into? If only I had!

But I hadn't. There I sat trapped as effectively as if she had walked in on me. I searched for an excuse. I had just never gotten dressed. That was it. I had been in my bathrobe all day. Except my bathrobe