Linda just lay there contemplating the latest changes. Roger was wearing skirts now and was acting like a dedicated housewife. Even more so, it seemed to Linda, than herself.
She got up and changed, getting dressed into something clean, putting the soiled boxers in the hamper. Then she swung through the kitchen, got a beer, and sat on the couch, turning on the game. "Roger may be acting extremely feminine, but I'm not affected," she commented.
As Linda focused on the game, she happily pushed aside her other problem, becoming completely engrossed in it to the point she didn't notice the time passing, or the front door opening. It was as if nothing mattered but her team winning.
"Honey, I'm back," Roger's voice said, a bit higher than it usually was.
