In the city of Fullerton, Lisa arrived home after a long day at work. She had hoped to see her husband in the house, and when she walked inside, she heard the faint sound of music originating from upstairs. At first, Lisa thought none of it. But then, she began to recognize the distinct mainstream sound of the song. It was a song performed by Katy Perry, from one of her earlier albums. Her husband never had the tolerance to listen to pop music. He usually listened to Oasis, Fall Out Boy, and other various rock bands.
Lisa grew curious. The twenty-seven-year-old woman tiptoed upstairs and looked to see that the door to the master bedroom had been left partially open. She could see that her husband had closed the curtains. The music continued to play at mid-volume. Lisa crept closer to the door. And when she reached it, she leaned against the wall. Slowly and carefully, she leaned forward to see what transpired in the bedroom.
What she just witnessed had become an instant shock. Corey, her twenty-seven-year-old husband, had a different look. He stood in front of the mirror wearing something only worn by women. It was a white dress with a sleeveless top, a thin brown belt around the waist, and a skirt that ended at the knees. He had taken his shoes and socks off, which revealed his hairless legs. He seemed to have enjoyed looking in the mirror and seeing himself wearing it. He danced by moving his body in a slow and seductive motion while whispering to himself with a more feminine tone of voice.
"Oh, you look wonderful."
He still didn't notice his own wife staring at him from the open entryway. He had changed from his normal persona to one that Lisa had never seen before. She became astonished at his transformation. But she also felt quite amused at the secret.
She folded her arms across her chest. "What do we have here?"
Corey turned around with a look of surprise. With his eyes wide open, he blurted, "Oh, no! It's not what it looks like."
Lisa smiled. "Don't try to lie to me. The truth is out."
She ignored his shock and examined him with an elaborate gaze. Corey actually did quite well with his temporary makeover. With the exception of his short brown hair, he would have succeeded with what he aimed for. His short and slim physique matched his womanly role. The white dress seemed perfect for him.
Corey almost had trouble speaking. "I'm...I'm sorry. I didn't want you to see me like this."
His embarrassment meant nothing to Lisa. "I can't really complain. You really look good in that."
Corey now looked a little perplexed. "You really think so?"
"Oh, yeah. I never expected you to wear something like this, and yet it fits you. My only question is, how long have you been doing this with me out of the house?"
Still looking nervous, Corey replied, "For about a month now."
"That long, huh?"
Corey just nodded.
Lisa walked around him, keeping her gaze on the dress worn by her husband. "Why are you doing this?"
"Well, you see, uh...I just wanted to see what it felt like wearing this dress. You know, I just fantasize being like you, wearing this and all that. Please don't think less of me for that."
Lisa laughed. "I just find it funny that you're not going all the way with this."
"Uh...what do you mean?"
Lisa stepped closer. "Well, in order to be like me, you're gonna have to do what I really want to do."
"And what's that?"
Lisa stepped forward and whispered in his ear. "You know how naughty I can be."
She looked down to see Corey trembling for a moment. He said, "Yes, you can be really naughty when you want to be."
Lisa gave him a big smile. "Now, it's your turn to feel this way."
She pulled out her smartphone from her pocket and selected a specific phone number to call.
Corey asked, "Who are you calling?"
"Just wait. I want to see if Martin is home."
Martin was their next-door neighbor. He was one year younger than both of them, and always had a taste for brunettes.
When he picked up, Lisa announced, "There's someone waiting for you in our house. Why don't you come in and we'll introduce her to you?"
When Martin told her that he would be on his way over, she hung up.
Corey looked confused. "What's happening here?"
Lisa showed off her sly smile. "If you want to know what it's like to be me, then you're going to have to feel what it's like to be me."
Corey's eyes widened yet again. "Oh, please tell me you're not being serious. Please tell me that this is a joke."
Lisa hushed him up by placing her finger between his lips. "Oh, don't be afraid. I'll be here with you. I'll show you how to take it like a woman."
