I am quickly developing a routine with which I am quite comfortable. After the last of my residents leave, I do my nails and lip stick. Dress in either a piece of lingerie and then go about my business of the day until I have to go out or an hour before the first person arrives home.
This morning was no different. I put on my new garter and stockings. Put on my bra and did my nails. I tried to be slow and careful so they would be beautiful. I need lots of practice. After my nails were dry I donned my skirt and blouse, added some heels and started on my chores.
After finishing my chores I sit down at my computer. With my fingers resting on the keyboard I pause to admire my pretty nails. Suddenly from the back door I hear my sons voice. "Hi there! I forgot my iPad charger and need it for a meeting in a few minutes. He didn't bat an eye or act as if anything was amiss.
He was in a rush to get to his meeting so I couldn't talk to him about it. We raised him to be accepting and tolerant. He has many friends who are part of the lgbt community. I hope his tolerance and acceptance covers dad too. He is not only my son but my best friend. I will be devastated if it makes things weird between us. Or his wife decides I'm some sort of freak and she needs to protect my granddaughters from me.
In retrospect, when I got busted I felt a little embarrased but no shame. I held my head high and proud and acted as everything was as it should be.