When I told Roger, he paused, laughed, and then said, "Well, you're just going to have to start doing all my ironing."
September 26, 2005
This morning I walked into my closet and discovered that I had nothing to wear, meaning nothing new to wear. I stood silently staring at my clothes, wondering why it was THIS hard of a decision. I turned around and looked at Roger's side of the closet, thinking to myself how many pairs of nice slacks he has. And cute, too! If I was a boy, I would totally wear them. Or if they were made for a girl, I would totally wear them.
My mind wandered to a conversation Roger and I had this weekend about clothes and cross-dressing, and how he was saying that girls could totally get away with wearing men's clothes without anyone noticing that much, but guys can't wear women's clothes unless he wants EVERYONE to know.
It occurred to me that Roger's slacks might actually fit me, so I took a pair and tried them on, since I have a "man's body." They did fit! I was a little dismayed because I would rather be SMALLER than my husband, not the same size. Still, instant new outfit! Score!
