Bede735
03-14-2017, 09:04 PM
The dress was black, sleeveless, with a hemline above the knee.
‘Not bad,’ he said, as he looked into the full-length mirror.
‘George, what are you doing wearing my dress?’ the wife asked. ‘I need it for tonight’s concert.’
‘Sorry darling, but I was just thinking how unfair it is that you can get to wear this, while I have to wear a jacket and shirt.’
‘It’s hard work playing a French Horn.’
‘And it’s hard work playing a violin. It’s a warm night – I’m going to sweat like a pig.’
‘Sorry, but some things aren’t always fair.’
‘And what about last year on holiday? You freaked out when I wore a pair of Speedos. Yet it was okay for you to parade around in a skimpy bikini,’ he protested.
‘That’s because of the bulge at the front. Only women should wear something like that.’
‘Well – funny how you should mention that, as I plan to have a gender reassignment.’
‘What? You can’t be serious?’ she exclaimed in horror.
‘I’ve wanted to do it for some time, and now is the right time. You said you didn’t want any more kids, and with the change in the Law, we can remain legally married.’
‘But won’t that make me a lesbian?’
‘Not to me – but what does it matter anyway? There’s no stigma attached to being gay.’
One year later – on holiday
‘I must say, George, you look good in that bikini.’
‘It’s Karen now, darling. I’ve changed my name. But yes – it’s funny how the absence of the bulge makes all the difference.’
‘It’s not just that, mind. It’s also because you’ve had your leg hair removed.’
‘Now I’m really confused. Men can’t wear Speedos because of leg hair, but they’re allowed to be topless, displaying their chest hair?’
‘I guess...’
‘Yet I’ve no longer got chest hair, but have got to wear a top?’
‘Sorry, but some things aren’t always fair...’
‘Not bad,’ he said, as he looked into the full-length mirror.
‘George, what are you doing wearing my dress?’ the wife asked. ‘I need it for tonight’s concert.’
‘Sorry darling, but I was just thinking how unfair it is that you can get to wear this, while I have to wear a jacket and shirt.’
‘It’s hard work playing a French Horn.’
‘And it’s hard work playing a violin. It’s a warm night – I’m going to sweat like a pig.’
‘Sorry, but some things aren’t always fair.’
‘And what about last year on holiday? You freaked out when I wore a pair of Speedos. Yet it was okay for you to parade around in a skimpy bikini,’ he protested.
‘That’s because of the bulge at the front. Only women should wear something like that.’
‘Well – funny how you should mention that, as I plan to have a gender reassignment.’
‘What? You can’t be serious?’ she exclaimed in horror.
‘I’ve wanted to do it for some time, and now is the right time. You said you didn’t want any more kids, and with the change in the Law, we can remain legally married.’
‘But won’t that make me a lesbian?’
‘Not to me – but what does it matter anyway? There’s no stigma attached to being gay.’
One year later – on holiday
‘I must say, George, you look good in that bikini.’
‘It’s Karen now, darling. I’ve changed my name. But yes – it’s funny how the absence of the bulge makes all the difference.’
‘It’s not just that, mind. It’s also because you’ve had your leg hair removed.’
‘Now I’m really confused. Men can’t wear Speedos because of leg hair, but they’re allowed to be topless, displaying their chest hair?’
‘I guess...’
‘Yet I’ve no longer got chest hair, but have got to wear a top?’
‘Sorry, but some things aren’t always fair...’