Crossdressing

Well, it was bound to happen - I've started to raid my husband's closet. It started innocently with a couple t-shirts, then I found a pair of his shorts that fit me and now I'm wearing his flannel shirts. I've worn the t-shirts to work (there's only so much one can wear with leggings), but thankfully the shorts and flannels have stayed home or in the general vicinity. I looked borderline homeless walking to Trader Joe's this weekend with baggy black pants and a big blue plaid flannel shirt, but I was comfortable and Brandon was with me and he didn't care. He's good to have around - sometimes when I'm feeling my grossest, he'll tell me I'm cute.