Pile of Shorts - 750 Word Project

I would like to express my thanks to my editor RF Fast who helped me produce this story. It was written for the 2026, 750 Word Challenge, details of which can be found in LITEROTICA NEWS on the landing page.

Below the **** line is exactly 750 words.

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I stood in my kitchen, clutching a glass of water, my heart pounding as my hand shook. My brain was trying to process what I had just seen. My husband of exactly fourteen years standing in our bedroom wearing my dress.

"I can explain," Harry stammered from the doorway as he stood now dressed in a tracksuit, smears of makeup that he had hastily tried to remove still smeared on his face.

"Are you gay?" I almost spat at him not knowing what else to say. I wanted to run away screaming. An hour ago, my life was normal. I had managed to take the afternoon off, so I decided to go home early and surprise my husband on our wedding anniversary, instead it was me who got the shock of my life.

"No I am not," he shouted back, "and you are pretty bigoted for a HR manager." With that he stormed off upstairs leaving me wondering if perhaps I hadn't dealt with things compassionately.

Walking upstairs I found him sitting on the bed, his head in his hands sobbing gently about how he had fucked up his life. Sitting next to him I put my arm round him, "I'm sorry Harry it was a bit of a shock; please can you explain it to me."

Over the next hour it came tumbling out about him losing his job leaving me the bread winner. How that made him feel that he was failing and wanted to make himself feel good. By dressing in my clothes, it made him feel sexy and glamourous.

"Do you wear everything?" I asked wondering what he had on under my dress.

"Yes, although you don't have many stockings and belts so had to buy them myself," he laughed.

Acceptance of things comes at many speeds and now I was starting to ask myself some important questions. The first was do I love him and the answer came back almost immediately that I loved him 100% and wanted to spend my life with him. It wasn't like he was having an affair or wanting to leave me for another woman...or a man for that matter.

"How can I help?" I said quietly.

He looked at me with shock on his face, "You aren't mad or angry or disappointed?" he stammered.

I looked at him and took his hands in mine, "Do you love me Harry?" he nodded as I went on, "As I love you. Do you want to leave me?" he shook his head vigorously. I smiled at him then giggles, "But if you put ladders in the few pairs of stockings I do own, I will be bloody angry at you."

We cuddled tightly for a few minutes, not speaking but the love passing between us.

"What about sex?" I said wondering what he would say. I had heard about pegging but had no real idea what was involved so didn't know what he would ask of me.

"As Harry then we carry on as normal, but when I am... Harriett, then we are best platonic friends, if that's OK?"

To be honest I was relieved. Not because I wouldn't do other things, but more because I had no idea how to do it or whether I would make a fool of myself.

"Would you help me with my make up?" he asked shyly.

Strangely it was relaxing to paint his face in gentle tones transforming him from Harry to Harriett. His blonde hair meant his facial hair was softer and lighter, so a coat of foundation concealed most things. When I had finished, he produced a wig that he had secretly bought, and I helped him fit it and styled his hair. He wriggled into a pair of panties that he must have also bought himself as they were cut to support his package.

I offered him a bra which he looked at me askance as he ran his hands over his flat but muscled chest. I grabbed some old stockings and rolled them into a ball stuffing each cup in turn.

"Just like my first prom," I laughed

The final touch was to dig out an old dress that was slightly too big for me now but fitted him perfectly. When we were finished, I smoothed the last of his wrinkles and we stood side by side looking in the mirror.

"It suits you," I said as he slipped his arm around my waist.

"You are a wonderful wife, thank you."