The new Denise Black quickly decided to get dressed and get on with his life. If everyone thought that he was Denise Black, and he himself knew that he was Denise Black, he would just have to cope with it. At least he would have his family around him to comfort him; going through this alone would be an even bigger nightmare.
He stood up and went to his closet. This was no time to feel like a slob. He felt bad enough in this boy's body, he wanted to feel as feminine as he possibly could. He pulled a dress out that he had worn the month earlier for a date that Roger had taken her on. Cirque du Soleir. A smile crept onto his face as he hugged the dress to his chest, warm memories flooding his mind.
He lay the dress on the bed and opened his underwear drawer. He shuffled around until he found, at the back, a sexy black pair of panties, their matching bra and garter. He was going all out, damnit. No way was he going to feel boyish after this.
The new Denise kicked off his sneakers while he pulled out a black pair of stockings with a lace frill at the top. With his outfit laid out, he then stripped off his sweatsuit, tossing it unceremoniously into the laundry hamper, and began to dress.
Roger Black was home from work early. He had been banking a lot of hours lately and when he saw what a warm sunny day it had become he decided it would be a good time to cash some in. He had, at first, thought the house was empty when he arrived home, but now, after grabbing a beer from the fridge, he heard someone moving around upstairs.
A smile crossed his lips. Denise must be home.
How he loved his wife. Their life together hadn't been perfect, but they certainly had worked through every rough patch that was in their way. If he was going to have a day off, he would love to spend it with her.
Leaving the beer unopened on the counter, he headed upstairs. Yes, it must be her, as he could hear her moving around in the bedroom. He reached for the door and found it to be locked. Why was it locked? Was everything alright?
"Denise? Honey? Are you in there?"
The new Denise Black heard the sound of his husband at the door and heard him calling for him. He slipped on his stiletto heels and crossed the floor to the door. He enjoyed the feeling of the stockings on his legs as the rubbed up against each other. Deftly he opened the door.
"Roger, honey, you're just in time. Be a doll and zip me up."
