After working in the garden all morning, I figured I would get comfy for the afternoon before starting some laundry and other chores before my wife got home from work. Got changed into my forms, wig, and nightie and headed downstairs to do the dishes. I got to the bottom of the stairs, made the turn into the entryway, and stopped dead in my tracks. My father in law was sitting at the kitchen table which looks directly at the bottom of the stairs. Busted! Not really knowing what else to do, I made my way into the kitchen and started to do the dishes and we talked about the garden and what I had planted. My father in law knows I dress and has told me as long as his daughter and I are happy it is fine with him. I just haven't shown Tiffany around him that much. Long story short, we talked for a little while and I finished my chores. Total nonissue! Made for a nice morning
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