Duchess Elsa

“Sweetie!  I’m still your–”

“Come on.  Really?  I saw how you acted in that little French Maid costume last night!”

“…”

“You’re my husband!  You can tell me the truth.  You want to wear it again, don’t you.”

“…”

You turn to face away from them and gently move your long wig around to the front of your shoulder…

Their hands reach out to your hips, then slide up to the small of your back…

Their fingers gently caress each bump of your spine and delicate skin as they slowly undo the laces…

Until they can’t resist any more, bend down, and touch their lips to your exposed neck…

And you have a party to get to!  You were sure he wouldn’t want you– wait… is that Jake from the basketball team coming down the road?  Maybe… maybe you could try something out…  something… girly.

“Oh please!  Your girlfriend’s my best friend since first grade!  She told me everything after she got hammered three months and said she was more into Girly You than Manly You.  Now let’s get you going.  All the guys in class want me, so we’ll have to fool them all.  Especially that creepy scumbag Whitworth!”