After living only a week or so with my butch I have noticed some extreme inequities going on. From the moment she moved in I was in the closet picking out and wearing her clothes. I am absolutely sure I will never find her thumbing through my vintage titanic dresses trying to decide which one matches her eyes better.When it comes to shoes she is safer. We wear different sizes and there won't be cross dressing there, well except that her crocks rock and these slippers I am wearing at this minute seem to feel like fluffy clouds...
I know that she will never use my makeup but I will admit now in front of God and everyone that I *have* used some of her hair products.
Not sure I'd call them "inequities" quite frankly... Yes, she get's a new wardrobe, but I get to see a sexy woman wearing my clothes. How hot is that?Shoes, eh... the only time I look at her feet are when they are in my hands getting massaged. So, most of the time, I wouldn't know if she had my shoes on or not. And... even if she did, it's likely she didn't grab my pair of worn out tennies that adorn my feet on a daily basis.
The make-up thing.... shhhhhhhhh .... don't tell her... I 've used her make-up..... just to even up the score ;-)
