"Honey! What are you wearing!?"
"Oh, hi honey! You're back from grocery shopping! I hope you don't mind. I borrowed your Christmas dress to try on. I figured you'd only wear it once anyway, and with these tits you gave me I knew I'd probably stretch it out. What do you think?"
"It looks great."
"Thank you! I can tell you like it."
"How's that?"
"I can see the bulge in your pants giggle"
"Honey, are you okay?"
"Of course I'm okay!"
"Well, you seemed pretty upset when I left."
"I just needed a shower! It was amazingly refreshing. I had no idea a shower could be so restorative. I feel like my old self again. . . Oh and I hope you don't mind."
"Mind what?"
"I borrowed a second pair of panties from you."
"A second pair?"
"Yes. I completely soaked through the first pair when I was trying on some of your other clothes. Wearing your clothes was getting me kind of turned on. They were nice."
"I see. . . "
"Oh! I have something else I want to show you! I'll have to take this dress off though. Wait downstairs until I call you up, okay?"
"Okay."
"But Arnold . . . are you sure you are okay?"
"Ana'stashya."
"Excuse me."
"My name isn't Arnold. It's Ana'stashya."
"Oh my god. Arnold? Are you in there?"
"Why do you keep calling me that? Call me Ana or Tasha or Ana'stashya. I've always been Ana'staysha."
". . . "
"What's wrong, honey? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Oh. No reason. It's just, you are beautiful."
"Giggle I know. I'm your thick mama. Just wait until you see what I have to show you! Wait downstairs until I call you up!"
"Okay. . . Tasha."
"I'm so excited. Don't you dare peek!"
"I won't."
"Good."
"Okay! You can come up."
"Oh. . . Tasha."
"I hope you don't mind."
"Mind what?"
"I'm borrowing your earrings. Since you're a man, I don't think you need them, but I should have asked. I had to pierce my ears. It hurt, but I think a woman's ears should be pierced. Do you like them? I love how they dangle and bounce against my neck when I move around."
"I don't mind. You can keep them."
"Thank you! And the lingerie. I know I stretched it. But I think it looks much better on me to begin with. I'm so surprised it can rein in my huge titties. It's going to be hard to find things that fit when I go shopping, but I will try for you honey. Also, I'm sorry, but I'm still shakey in these heels. I've been practicing while you were at the grocery story. I do like them. I like how my toes feel all pressed together and the way they make my legs tight and my ass stick out. . . "
"Arnold. . . how many times did you come since I left?"
"First, I'm sorry, but who is Arnold?"
"Oh my. . . "
"And second, I totally lost count! giggle! Maybe ten! Twelve. Whose counting with a body like this? Does it even matter?"
". . . god."
"So, what are we going to do?"
"What do you mean?"
"The kids are in college. We're retired. It's New Year's Day. . . What are we going to do? I want to celebrate."
"What do you want to do?"
"Well, I have a few ideas."
"You do?"
"Well. My hubby's pants are looking tight on him now that he has a big you-know-what. Maybe Tasha should take them off to start."
"Maybe she should."
"Maybe."
"You're spreading your legs."
"Of course I am. You're my husband."
