The Decision
By TJ Williams
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Peter sat in his car waiting patiently at the top of the hill. From his viewpoint, he could see the entrance to the street where he lived.
The time dragged - but then the action was so swift, he only just caught it. His wife's car turned left from the street and descended the hill. Starting the engine, he left his resting place, and upon reaching the street he saw Irene in the distance turn right and disappear from view.
A moment later, he was in the garage attached to the house. The garage was large and considerably taller than most. It had enough room for a floor to be suspended from the roof giving him storage space.
He climbed the vertical ladder by his work bench which gave him access to the 'garage loft'. His heart pounded as he lowered a large cardboard box to the bench below. A second box followed a moment later. Once down the ladder, with sparkling eyes, he opened the smaller of two boxes and pulled out a black pair of three inch heels and a handbag.
He placed them in a carrier bag and then opened the larger box. His hands examined the clothes inside - soft dresses and underskirts of satin and nylon. He picked up a peach dress and caressed it against his close-shaven face.
Sighing deeply, he held it against himself. It was a perfect fit - like all the other clothes in the box they fitted him perfectly because they were his...
The previous evening, he had selected his clothes and laid them on the top of the pile. Now he carefully inserted them into the carrier bag. Taking a large makeup bag from the box, he opened the door to the house.
He called out, checking for certain no one was home. Irene had gone to work and the three children to school. When they got together, Irene loved the idea of his cross dressing, but as the children grew older, Irene changed the rules.
Irene now insisted that he was not to dress in front of the children, and as they were always there he was not allowed to dress at all. It had caused many arguments over his need to be a woman.
Irene finally got her way, she had come home one day to find all Peter's female clothes gon. She was not surprised - she had threatened to tear them all up because she had caught him dressed; Peter had simply saved her the trouble and avoided further argument.
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