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"The Roommate" I'd been living with Ted Donaldson for almost two years, renting the basement apartment of his modest sized ranch house. I'd known him for a while before I'd moved in. I met him at the electronics store I worked at one Saturday morning. He liked stereos, big screens and electronic gadgets and being an engineer had plenty of disposable income for his hobby. As I got to know him I found we had a lot in common. He soon became my best customer and I noticed the raise in pay on a few of my checks with the added sales commissions from time to time. A few month later I bumped into Ted during my lunch break one afternoon at the burger barn near the store. He grabbed a try for his lunch and sat in the booth with me. We started the usual small talk about electronic stuff and such but then he said I seemed upset or nervous somehow. I told him I was worrying if I could continue to afford staying at my current apartment because the landlord told me the complex had just been sold to new owners and that the rent was going up another hundred and fifty bucks the following month. And in working at my low end job I was already on the edge financially. And with rental units scarce in the area I was worried about finding another place. "Yeah, that's no good," he said. "I moved into my new house last year. I like the place but didn't realize it was that big. It's not that big really, but being single I don't need three bedrooms or a two car garage. There's even a small finished apartment in the full basement!" he said. "Tell you what, pay me what you can and you can move into my basement. It might be nice to have company for a change too. But whatever don't worry, we'll figure it out so it'll work somehow," he said with a smile. Well, I knew I had to leave my place and with nowhere certain to go I told him I'd think it over. As a bonus I learned his place was even closer to work than my apartment was. That got me thinking so two days later I called him and took him up on his offer. I moved into the basement and got settled and the days and weeks started passing. And then it was soon that nearly two years had passed. We didn't spend a lot of time together, the basement apartment was nice and self contained so I didn't have to go upstairs unless I wanted to talk to Ted or pay the rent and such. We had a lot in common though and got along like two buddies and often grilled steaks and had a few beers on the weekends or on a few quiet nights I'd sometimes go up for a game of cards or to watch a new movie on the big screen. Over time he'd turned the living room into a pretty nice home theater. And after watching him get a couple nice raises and a promotion he had even more money to spend. He added to his movie collection, got a nicer big screen and even got a new car! I only wished I could have done half that well but my yearly raises were a pittance at the electronics store and I was barely keeping up. Just the same we were getting along pretty well and I was glad to have the apartment I had! We never really went into why we were both single. Ted dated now and then but said that women these days didn't seem to interest him because they weren't as feminine as they used to be, they didn't seem to have any style or class anymore. He always said he'd wanted an old fashioned girl. I was always on the lookout for a nice girl too but never got around to it because I wasn't much of a social climber and figured I wasn't much of a catch, and because of a personal 'hobby' of mine I knew that most women just wouldn't understand. I'd gotten interested into women's clothing at a young age. It started with nylons and lingerie and went from there. Once I moved away on my own was free to start a nice little wardrobe, as nice a one as I could afford and keep concealed. I wasn't hurting anyone and kept to myself. I quietly kept my body totally shaved from the eyebrows down with just a little bikini patch down below. With my work schedule in having to work a long night on Monday and having to work Saturday too I had Sunday's and Tuesday's off. I didn't do much on Sunday but on Tuesday Ted would always be at work and after we were both firmly in our routine I felt it safe to start spending my Tuesdays dressed as I liked for most of the day while making sure to change back before Ted got home for the evening. I found it very enjoyable. Over time the basement began to feel a bit dark and cramped so I decided it might be fun to try walking around upstairs. I had to climb the stairs to enter the back entryway to get to the back door to leave the house. And like most ranch type homes the back entryway was open to the kitchen. There was no basement exit for the apartment and no locking door upstairs to keep the basement separate. I'd borrowed some food or soda every now from upstairs and Ted told me he didn't mind. But he didn't usually have much in the refrigerator besides luncheon meat or snacks because he couldn't really cook. I was good at cooking and made most of my meals downstairs. He smelled a casserole I was making one night and asked if I had any extra. I ended up doing most of the cooking after that and didn't mind because besides splitting the bill I got to use the big kitchen upstairs. So on many quiet Tuesday I started carefully going upstairs dressed when I was sure I was alone. It was fun seeing the light shining in through the curtain sheers and how my shiny nylon stockinged legs would gleam in the light when I minced around the large livingroom. It was fun and exciting having room to move around, to mince and wiggle on the high stiletto heels and to be able to swirl my skirts. And in being very careful I had my little fun as time went along. "Have any plans for dinner Tuesday night Lane?" Ted asked me the following Friday while we were sitting on the patio having a beer in the secluded tree lined and fenced in back yard. The day had been hot so he rolled the large awning down over the porch to shade us from the sun as we sat in the lawn chairs. I said I didn't have anything planned. "Why don't we have another one of your dinners Tuesday night. You know I sure can't cook as good as you can. I'll even buy the groceries for your trouble," he said with a smile as he thought of the good home cooked dinner he'd remembered having earlier. I told him I was okay with the idea as we sipped our beers and with that the plan was set. I went to bed early as the next day was Saturday and just another working day for me. Ted could tell I hated working weekends, especially since I didn't make enough money to make it worth while. It was just part of the job. I did the shopping Monday night after work and had the refrigerator stocked for the next day and soon it was Tuesday morning again. But then it dawned on me as soon as I awoke. If I had to spend the afternoon cooking I wouldn't be able to have any dress up time! It was my only real chance during the whole week to have a little fun unless Ted was out of town which was rare. But this was my one real day off to be alone! I felt a bit miffed and a little angry at myself now at agreeing to cook the dinner and was nearly resigned to just getting on with the day and getting the dinner ready for the evening meal but then I thought that since it was just another regular Tuesday I could still dress up and if I was careful I could even cook the meal while dressed too! I'd never done that before but why not I thought! Nobody ever came over anyway and the house was on a large secluded tree lined and fenced in lot. I could have my fun and actually get something done while all dolled up! I quickly set about getting ready. After the bath I quickly painted my toenails a bright red and glued matching false fingernails over my own. I added a floral scented body splash and dusted off with a powder puff and started in. I did my makeup and went the whole way this time. Smooth liquid foundation, eyeliner and false eye lashes blended together with my own with mascara. Red gloss lipstick was followed by a light powder blue eyeshadow. I even shaped my eyebrows into a slight feminine arch. I finished with a dusting of blush, and smoothed the entire look with my compact and added just a light spray of perfume so I wouldn't leave any traces in the kitchen but figured the cooking food would take care of any slight woman's scent. I was becoming excited as I tucked my self tightly into my white spandex briefer panties. Nude support panty hose were next and once those were high and tight on my waist I slipped into a garter belt and then smoothed myself into a shiny and slippery pair of fully fashioned beige opera length hose complete with seams! A tight paneled high waist lycra girdle briefer was next. It gave me an amazing feminine appearance and when I added a pair of lace trimmed white satin tap panties the look was complete. I marveled at the frilly lace trim at the leg openings, the little pink bows at the front of the legs and the tiny pink bow at the center of the delicate elastic waist band. I then put on a white satin long line brassiere and added two pairs of my old pantyhose to each of the lace trimmed satin cups. Once the brassiere was adjusted properly I finished with a tight white lycra spandex waist cincher. I didn't wear it often but since I wanted to go all out I decided to put it on. It was tight as it was a couple sizes too small but I liked the tight feeling and it really brought in my waist and made my hips look wider. A white flared lace trimmed full slip was next followed by a fluffy white layered chiffon petticoat. I quickly cinched the ties of the petticoat at my waist into a tight bow in the back. I took out an old fashioned vintage house dress. It was a slippery shiny rayon done up in a feminine pastel floral pattern and had a white satin sash that went around the waist and tied in the back in a large bow. I wiggled into the dress and managed to turn the collar down and adjust the shoulder pads then zipped myself into the dress. I then did the sash and made sure the white satin bow was centered in back and was large and feminine in appearance. I then put on a pair of pearl clip earrings and added a pearl necklace. I combed my short hair back then took out my short auburn wig that was styled in a curly feminine style, pulled it tightly to my head then centered it. I quickly combed it out until all the curls were in place. For added effect I clipped a small white satin bow to the left side of the wig. I added a delicate gold anklet with a heart shaped charm to my right ankle then stepped into the white patent leather ankle strap stilettos with 5 inch heels, I marveled at the little white leather bows at the back of each ankle. Being practiced at my dressing 'hobby' I easily gained my footing atop the heels as I fluffed my petticoats and slips out then smoothed the dress over them. Once I looked in the mirror I gasped at my look. It had been a long time since I had dressed so completely and in such a vintage fashion. I could feel the excitement building. I looked at the clock to see it was already nearly 1:00 p.m.! I thought about taking my usual time to enjoy my Tuesday and walk around the apartment and then swish around upstairs then I suddenly remembered I still had to cook the dinner! I made it up the basement stairs but it was different this time because of the petticoats. I couldn't see my feet so it took me a bit longer to find my way one step at a time. I entered the kitchen then looked out the back door, the kitchen windows and then checked the front of the house as well. All was quiet. Everyone in the neighborhood worked days and the few that had driven home for lunch were already headed back to work. Looking out the front door window I saw no movement except for the slight breeze blowing through the trees. As usual I was totally alone. It was just another Tuesday afternoon. I looked around the living room then started mincing and swishing as usual as I walked around enjoying the sensation. But when I turned and made my way back across the room I found myself looking out the front door once again. Then I noticed the mail box! It was only a few yards actually, 50 maybe 60 feet at most. I could feel my heart begin to pound and felt the dryness in my throat at just the thought! Just step out the door and past the screen door, down the three concrete steps, across the sidewalk down the concrete driveway to the boulevard then onto the street for just a moment to take the five or six short steps to the mail box. Then quickly gather the mail and then retrace my steps back inside. Nothing to it! And, there was no one around! But no! No I couldn't! I'd never, never ever been outside, not even at night and now dressed so totally like this!?!? It was a look that was out of place even for a real woman of the day. But it was exciting though, the thought of just forgetting about what I was wearing and just doing it. It was every cross dressers fantasy! Standing there I looked back across the living room, the safe living room, the room I had minced and wiggled through many, many times before and down the hallway and back and through the dining room and kitchen and finally finishing the round trip back into the living room once again. I could do it again I thought but all of a sudden it just didn't seem exciting enough now! I stood near the heavy wooden front door and looked through the window again, back out to the quiet vacant street and still saw absolutely nothing, no one. I looked at the mail box again and waited as my mind weighed and analyzed all the angles as I stood there frozen like a mannequin! "Yeah that's right, just a little Halloween prank, trying out my costume," I'd say trying to laugh it off to whoever saw me and approached or pointed and laughed. Who was I fucking kidding! This was only June! Halloween was 5 months away. "I lost a bet, yeah." No, that wouldn't fare much better. No, you're stuck with it pal I thought as I stood there terrified, frozen at the door so busy in thought I was nearly catatonic now! Time's wasting! Get started on that dinner or maybe just forget the whole deal. Yeah, that's it. Relax and forget about the whole idea! Rethink. Go back downstairs pack all your "girly girl" stuff away then hit a hot shower with plenty of Old Spice. Then a half hour later you're back up here cooking dinner in your T-shirt, blue jeans and tennis shoes with Ted's stereo cranked up in surround sound while you saute the onions and brown the roast while you sip a beer. I turned to look at the clock and heard the swish of my skirt and petticoats the instant I moved. I nearly swooned at the sensation. Past 1:30 now, have to get going, have to make a decision! How fucking sick was that, I thought! Why me! A paradoxical situation, an offshoot of an obsessive compulsive disorder taken to the Nth degree! A concept and fetish that is totally taboo according to societal norms because someone somewhere decided that boys can't dress this way or have any knowledge of the sound or feel or sensation of ladies lingerie and clothing! But that's the way it was. 1:52 now, just go downstairs and change. Come back up and just cook the damn meal! Drink a few extra beers this afternoon, treat yourself. Calm down, the thoughts will pass! But I went to so much work, put on all my best stuff! A fetish delight, a hyper feminine vision of the housewife of yesteryear. But as always I realized that the thoughts are never gone for long. The event, the smell of the perfume, the sensation of the fabrics, the garters, the brassiere the girdle the petticoats the dress and the gleaming seamed nylon hose and teetering on those sky scraper heels still soaking into every pore of my being. It was a lot of work wasn't it though, and you rarely ever wear this much all at once my conscience said, goading me, daring me. And it's a long time until next Tuesday isn't it? But, there's still time! Just get it over with, go ahead, get the mail sweetie then come back in and cook the evening meal like a good little housewife. I could almost hear my conscience laughing at my predicament! Through the closed and locked living room door I looked through the window once again past the yard to the street and back to the mail box. I reached for the door knob, felt it turn in my hand then heard the little locking button click as it unlatched. The click was as loud as a hammer on an anvil. It was an out of body experience I didn't feel I had any control of now! I pulled the door handle and the door once tight in the frame slowly swung open wide. The light then streamed into the living room illuminating the gleaming satiny rayon floral print fabric of the dress I was wearing. I gasped as I looked through the large glass and screen of the outer door knowing now I was in full view but I continued. I took the handle of the door and scanned the neighborhood once again. Nothing, the same as before nothing. Just another Tuesday. And then it was the point of no return. I felt the click, the dryness in my throat as I took a nervous gulp then eased the handle of the screen door down. I gasped when I felt it open! I paused frozen momentarily as I held the outer door open slightly. It was only for a second or two but it seemed an eternity! I felt my heart begin to race and then to pound like the motor of an Indy car as the driver pushed the throttle down, all the way, sending the revs to the limit as he entered the final straightaway in the lead with the checkered flag in sight! I became dizzy, I had second thoughts. It still wasn't too late to call it off, but I was helpless now and I couldn't! I heard the loud graveley click of the white patent leather stiletto heeled shoe as my right foot touched the concrete step just in front of the doorway. I heard the click of the left high heeled shoe as I stepped out of the house then felt a strange new sensation I had never felt before as the cool breeze swirled around my nylon encased legs, playing with my slip, petticoats and skirt causing them to rustle and then flutter slightly. My mind swirled and reeled and my head nearly spun at the sensation as I became astounded at the sensory overload! I felt my face flush and my pulse race, my eyes with the long false eyelashes begin to flutter and to roll as I stood there momentarily slack jawed awash in the sensation. I forced myself to regain my senses and looked to see I was still alone. It was now or never. I gathered my courage and released the outer door then heard it close with a click. I then felt it my duty to get into the moment, to enjoy myself especially since there would be such a high price to pay for being seen in such a condition in such an outfit. But at the moment as the endorphins, the seratonin and the dopamine now flooding my brain kicked in I quickly found myself in a homegrown state of intoxication, a brain buzz, a drugged high of exquisite dimensions! It was nearly more than I could stand but I continued on because for now the rewards far outweighed the dangers! I turned to face the three steps then holding my petticoat down slightly in front I clicked my way down to the sidewalk. Proud of my accomplishment I looked around once again to see the area still deserted. I straightened my self, smoothed my dress, stood straight, chest out hips forward then started my walk one shapely, shiny, zipping nylon stockinged leg in front of the other. My breathing quickened. I could feel the skirts fluffed out by the petticoat underneath brushing against my lower arms and hands as I minced along and could hear the nearly musical rustle of all the silken fabric. I could feel the abrupt sensation as each white patent leather 5 inch stiletto heel touched the ground with a loud "click" and became mesmerized by the almost metronome sound with each step I took! I could hear the nylon stockings now, pulled and smoothed tight on my silken thighs now shaved smooth as glass. The sensation made me wobble slightly but I continued on. The swish of the skirts continued as did the click of the heels and the delicious nearly frictionless teasing sensation of the nylons as they whispered swish-zip-swizh-zip while caressing my hairless calves and thighs! The way the heels made me walk, the way they shortened my steps and forced me into a feminine wiggle entranced me further. I became totally aware of the loud click-click-click of the high stiletto heels as I minced along. I could feel the tops, the welts of my sheer nylons held taut by the tight garter tabs and straps and could feel the resistance, how they tightened and loosened with each step. I could hear the swishing, zipping nylon whisper of my thighs and calves as they brushed past one another as I moved along, the wide bell shaped skirt of the rayon dress held out by those nylon slips and that fluffy chiffon petticoat undulating in time with each wiggling ladylike step! With my mind now in a feminine wonderland of sensory overload, I made my turn and started down the driveway now. It was a bit more effort walking down hill but the grade was slight. I could feel the brassiere straps now and the straps of the full slip I was wearing as they tugged at my shoulders slightly as they held my jutting panty hosed filled brassiere cups. And all the while that teasing breeze continued swirling around my nylon hosed legs driving me further towards the sensory edge.. It was a tactile wonderland! Sensations unknown to women since the 1950's. The hyper feminine attire of days gone by that few women these days even had a recollection of, not to mention the very few men daring enough to test their nerve by testing the limits of society, taking the risk to have their secretive fun and get away with it or be exposed as "sissies." But it was worth it, if just to experience such a forbidden but such a totally unbridled and exquisite sensation! I could feel the earrings brushing my neck now, hear the swish of the petticoats again and the zip of the cool rayon fabric of the dress as it rustled and swirled above all that lingerie in all its shiny feminine perfection. I reached the end of the driveway and made another left onto the street! I was totally in plain sight now to whomever happened by, there was no turning back. I was so amped I could feel the brain buzz and hear my ears ring as my heart pounded and my breath started coming in short nervous gasps! I wasn't a quarterback making the winning run in the last quarter of the Super bowl, I wasn't a bank robber or a soldier on patrol dodging snipers either but now, in the moment I was way, way beyond any of those "guys!" The moment might very well succeed and be a time to remember but there was the other side. And the penalty for failure? Discovery, with absolutely no way to pass it off because whomever made the discovery would know exactly who and what you were and then as they used to say in the old days "bad news rides a fast horse!" And then it wouldn't be long until everyone would know. That was the penalty we all dread! Yeah, that's right! Let's just see those real and macho men hit the silk, pour for hours over internet catalogs, change names and addresses like James Bond, get post office boxes under assumed names and play this secretive game better than any real or imagined spy! Let's see them learn to keep the seams of of glistening gossamer sheer, fully fashioned nylons tight and straight, learn the art of doing hair and getting the makeup just right and then learn to walk in high heels with heels so high that even most women won't go near them. And then the layers, and layers of sensuous perfumed, silky, lacy, swishy and satiny, ladies lingerie, to be followed by a dress of such feminine concoction as to make a southern belle think her finest attire as little more than a burlap sack! To risk it all just to revel in that intoxicating but all to brief a moment in the forbidden limit of femininity. I moved to the mailbox and seven steps later made it there with no difficulty. I opened the box and took out the several letters and flyers then gathering them tightly I closed the mail box and glanced around once more before heading back to the house. How easy it would have been to just forget about the clothes and take a long enjoyable walk down the block and back again! But I knew that would never do. Feeling it better to quit while I was ahead I turned on my heel and began my feminine, mincing walk back to the house with mail in hand. I was reveling in all the satin and lace, the sensation of being dressed totally in all the vintage women's finery as I worked the dress and heels on the way back to the front door. But then I heard a car horn! I turned to see one car and then another pass at the end of the block on the perpendicular street. But they soon passed the block and were as quickly out of sight nearly as soon as they had appeared and once again the sounds faded and soon it was quiet and still once again. I felt confident now, I had gone outside and gotten the mail and was almost done, I'd made it! I'd pulled it off, pulled off a fantasy I'd had since the beginning and nobody would be the wiser! It was thrilling, it was beyond exciting with enough new memories in the archives to last a good long time! As I minced back to the house I began working the outfit and my feigned feminine sexuality, I was a housewife I thought. Well just for fun anyway but it was exhilarating nonetheless. I leaned back mincing and wiggled my hips like a prom queen, strutting as I moved away from the mail box and made my turn at the driveway. And when I did a symphony of sounds and sensations erupted. The floral pattern of the satiny rayon dress gleamed in the light, the sheer nylon garter stockings so finely knit almost had a neon glow and the sounds! That swish-shick-swish- shick-swish-shick sound of the nylons as I took each step up the driveway was amazing and the sensation was nearly mind numbing! The skirt and petticoats continued to rustle but as I continued my exaggerated wiggle the swing and sway of the skirts caused them to swish even more and to rustle even louder! The accompanying sensation of the garter and brassiere straps, the tightness of the waist cincher and the two pairs of panty hose filling each cup of the lace trimmed long line brassiere under the white lace trimmed full slip under the top of that pretty rayon dress was the total limit now! I began to feel an even higher high as I wiggled and clicked along as I strode up the driveway and turned onto the side walk leading to the front door. After a few more paces I reached the front steps of the house and carefully made my way to the top step my skirt, slips and petticoat arcing out in front of me in a bell shape. Confident at my first journey out of doors and greatly relieved I wanted to turn and take a bow or at least curtsey to the entire neighborhood. But the fun was over, it was time to go back inside start with dinner and consider myself lucky for taking such a chance. It would be memorable though that was certain. I took the door handle of the outer door and went to turn it to open it and get quickly back inside but felt a resistance. I tried again and then realized that although the main house door was sitting open wide the outer door was now locked tight and I was now stuck! Somehow the outer door had locked when it clicked shut and I was now stuck outside! I felt the tension return and then turn to into a state of panic! I quickly folded the days mail and held it tightly under my right arm and kept working the door handle with both hands now but it wouldn't budge! I was locked out! I continued on trying to force the door working, trying to get the handle past the catch. I noticed a few large clouds moving in and felt the wind begin to build as I continued and then a strong breeze erupted and swept through the houses and down the block. The wind caught me by surprise! It swirled briskly around my nyloned legs then buffeted my skirt and petticoats causing me to turn with my back to the wind. Another gust came and then blew my skirt and slips high up over my waist! It was still blowing as I looked down in shock to see my white satin tap panties with the little pink bows at the front of the leg openings, the tight garters straining, holding my sheer seamed hose tight as the slips blew and fluttered around my waist, all that white satin and lace lingerie gleaming in the sunlight exposing nearly everything I was wearing while I teetered knock kneed on those 5 inch white stiletto heels! I hurridly pulled my skirts back down and felt the wave of embarrassment wash over me. I turned and tried the door yet again but it was no use! I looked down the block again and gasped when I saw the paperboy was now making his rounds delivering the evening paper and he was headed up the block in my direction! I choked a dry swallow that stuck in my throat! I heard the clicking of my high heels on the top step as I moved to and fro and turned side to side with apparently no where to go now! I was going to be caught! My mind reeled! I couldn't think! But then all of a sudden I remembered Ted had a spare key for the house! He had a spare key and he always had it hung on a nail on a 2x4 just inside the garage door! The paperboy moved closer tossing one paper and then another as he continued moving closer and closer. I quickly turned and made my way to the garage! I made it down the steps as another gust of wind blew my skirts and slips skyward once again exposing my stocking tops, garters and frilly white satin tap panties! Flustered I swished everything back down and as I stumbled on the heels I continued towards the garage. I looked back as I turned the corner to see the paperboy getting closer. He was only three houses down. Then saw him looking directly at me! Oblivious to the swish of the skirts and the whistle-zip-whistle-zip of my nylons, my dress and petticoats and the click of the high stiletto heels I quickly swished along towards the garage. My head was spinning and my heart was in my throat but I made it then quickly reached the door. I quickly entered closing the door behind me then fell against it gasping with an exhausted panic I hadn't remembered experiencing. Had he seen me? Did he notice the shiny rayon dress, the white high stiletto heels? Did he see the petticoats when the wind caught them? I wasn't sure but he was still so far away I might have passed for a woman. But in such a dress? Surely he'd seen a women in dress I thought but nothing like that in this day and age. I found the key then looked, peeking carefully out the garage door window as I waited, my heart in my throat. And then I saw him! The paperboy still on his bicycle as he tossed the evening paper onto the steps in front of the front door of the house with a practiced hand. He then rolled past the house and the garage at the end of the driveway without glancing my way or giving me notice. Relieved, I then realized that I had gotten by! I waited a moment longer then exited the garage and made my way up the back walk feeling more secure since the back yard was much more private. The key worked in the back door and I made it back inside! I put the mail on the table in the livingroom. I checked the latch on the outer door and found that it had indeed stuck in the locked position. I then I closed and locked the inside front door once again. Leaning against the inside door I gasped a sigh of relief at pulling off what I had thought was nearly impossible to begin with and after my slight misfortune I had still managed to pull it off. Another look out the window confirmed what I was thinking. The paperboy nearing the end of the block now. He tossed his last paper to the house on the end of the street then turned the block and rolled out of sight. I was in the clear! The neighborhood was still quiet. Nobody had seen a thing! I felt the sigh of relief as I breathed deeply. I returned to the kitchen and opened a beer. It tasted cold and so good I finished half of it in the first gulp! I took a paper towel and wiped the red lipstick off the lip of the can then took a seat and tried to relax and calm down. I then looked at the clock. It was now 2:03 p.m.! Ted got off work at five and was usually home at five thirty. I still needed to get the meal going. I figured it would take me at least an hour and a half to get things ready and by the time I put everything in the oven to cook I could run downstairs and change back into my regular clothes. I thought maybe I should leave well enough alone and just go and change now. I'd had enough excitement to last several days. But then I still had the time. I thought for a while longer then decided that since I was already to go I should just go ahead and get supper ready and try to relax and get into the moment! I finished my beer then found an apron under the sink and tied it tightly around my cinched waist. I then began moving about the kitchen just like a typical housewife clicking on the heels, my skirts swirling and rustling with every turn and move! I got the potatoes ready to boil and then browned the meat in a pan. I got some biscuits ready to bake and preheated the oven then made a vegetable salad. I was doing well, but being used to cooking for myself it was easy really, the excitement came from swirling around the kitchen looking and feeling like a debutante! In another 40 minutes the biscuits were cooling on an oven rack and I had the potatoes in a dish with the pot roast and had the carrots all lined up in the casserole. I put it in the preheated oven, checked the salads in the refrigerator now covered in wrap and realized I was done. I looked to the clock to see it was only 3:30 now. I was done and it was time to head downstairs to shower and change. I finished up by putting two drinking glasses in the freezer to chill and was just taking off my apron and putting it away under the sink when I heard the back door and then Ted's voice! "What the Fuck!?!?!?"