My Baby's a Cross Dresser

lolz

In the bathroom one morning
on the pot,doing my duty
you enter without warning
and shout "oh pue-ey!"

I then point and shout
now towards the door
"get the hell out!"
as you scuttle across the floor.

I suddenly see it clear:
The balled up pantyhose
twisted in pink under wear.
"Wait! whose are those?"

As you snatch up the heap,
you say, "What's that dear?
I'm going back to sleep",
pretending not to hear.

I don't care for pink,
so those garments aren't mine.
Puzzled, I can't think-
yet I wipe and wash in record time.

With a bounce I'm in bed
next to your guilty grin.
Questions colliding in my head,
with only answers now to win.

"Who is she?" is all I manage.
I choke back the tears,
waiting for the damage,
counting all the wasted years.

"Forever only you" you say,
that the panties belong to you,
"and for the record, I'm not gay",
as I spot a huge pink shoe.

"I have so much to tell,
please try to understand,
and try not to yell"
you say, grabbing my hand.

To your wardrobe you lead,
presenting outfits all stunning.
To feel sexy, you want and need;
I wonder "should I start running?"

While modeling a dress,
with a twirl you say "Ebay!"
After all you confess
you add, "but I'm not gay!"

Holding strappy sandals, I say I understand,
yet my heart is filled with sorrow...
"I love you completely, you're my man-
but these are too big for me to borrow!"