Crossdressing (Ryoji/Kotoko) part 1/3
It seems every time I pick a prompt, by the time I finish my fic someone has already posted!
Ah, well, I hope anyone who reads this enjoys it!
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Fujioka Ryoji was a lucky man.
He had a comfortable apartment, a steady job, and the most wonderful wife in the world.
He’d been blessed with the love of a woman who was beautiful, smart, confident, ambitious and – a truly rare trait in any person – completely accepting.
Kotoko didn’t get annoyed when he was a cover hog. It didn’t irritate her that he had to have every can in the kitchen cabinets arranged perfectly straight, labels facing out. She never complained when he spent hours on the telephone, gossiping with his friends.
And, a few days prior, when she’d come home and found him admiring himself in their bedroom mirror, decked out in one of her floral-print sundresses and a pair of strappy sandals, she’d just laughed and admitted that the outfit looked better on him than it did on her.
Later, when he was wearing his own clothes, he asked her quite seriously if it was really okay with her that he liked to cross-dress.
She’d shrugged and answered, “Sure.”
Kotoko was that kind of woman. Unflappable. She was privy to all his eccentricities, and they didn’t trouble her in the least; she loved him just the same.
Ryoji was a lucky man to have such a woman for his own.
The next time Kotoko had to work late Ryoji decided he was going to prepare a very special meal for his lovely wife. As he was well-aware of his limitations when it came to cooking, that meant he would order in from one of her favorite restaurants and compliment it with a nice bottle of wine he’d brought home from the liquor store.
“Something smells good,” she said cheerfully when she arrived home. She set a shopping bag down by the door, kissed her husband hello, and headed straight for the table.
After dinner and some comfortable chatting, Ryoji could no longer stave off his curiosity.
“So, what did you buy?”
“Some clothes,” Kotoko sipped her wine.
“Oh?” Ryoji’s face lit up. “Can I see?”
“Sure.”
Ryoji retrieved the shopping bag from the entryway and brought it back to the table. He recognized the name of a trendy boutique that was near Kotoko’s office building.
He reached in the bag and pulled out a lacey, camisole-style blouse, dark red with a black floral print.
“So pretty!” He remarked. Next he produced a denim mini-skirt from the bag. The skirt had lace at the hem and was accented with tiny black rhinestones. “This is great!”
He laid out the clothes on the floor beside him and contemplated. His expression brightened, and he snapped his fingers.
“Your dangling silver earrings with the onyx stones would go perfect with this, or the jade and gold ones, and you could wear those tan capris with the blouse for a more casual, daytime look…”
Kotoko watched her husband with an affectionate smile. “There’s more.”
Ryoji laughed as he shook out the bag. A pair of red, platform, three-inch heel shoes tumbled to the floor. They had a thin strap that circled around the ankle and a patent finish.
“These are fabulous!” Ryoji picked up the platforms and admired them. “I have to say, sweetheart, this stuff is far from your usual style, but it’s always a fun idea to expand your fashion horizons.”
Kotoko put her hand on his knee. “I bought these things for you.”