The Valentine’s Day Gift
or how I became a cross-dresser
By Patricia Marie Allen
Mike thought he'd found the perfect Valentine's gift for his young wife. A sexy red baby doll nightie.
Her face fell when she lifted the nightie out of the box.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” she exclaimed. “When have you ever seen me wear something like this?”
She had me there. In the summer, she slept in a long tee-shirt and what could easily be men’s boxers except there was no fly and in the winter, it was flannel nightgowns knee length or longer.
“Michael, it’s the middle of winter. Didn’t you notice the snow coming down as we drove home? If I wear that to bed, I’ll freeze my rearend off.”
“You wear that to bed and I’ll warm you up in short order. Feel the fabric. It’s positively sensuous. I thought it would really enhance our performance on this romantic night.”
“Well I’m not wearing it. If you think it will ‘enhance our performance’ all that much, then you wear it. You can freeze you hinny if you want.”
