Slipping them on, hands running down the seams, she shivers in delight.
Waiting for her on the bed is an off-the-shoulder dress - deep purple and faux velvet. She lets her hands push against the fabric, revelling in the softness.
'I finished work early,' her wife calls through the front door.
Suddenly she is he and he is ripping off the stocks and they pull and ladder but he doesn't care. He hates stockings.