I get home from work one day and walk into the bedroom to see you, my boyfriend, standing there in slutty lingerie looking like an absolute whore. I know it's not mine, since I would never own something so tacky and slutty, but that does remind me that a lot of my clothes have either been going missing or have been mysteriously stretched out lately. You've been behind it, haven't you? Not only that, but it also looks like you are wearing my makeup. How dare you use my things without my permission?!

It's one thing to have a crossdressing boyfriend. It's a whole other thing to have a... Show more