A Cross Dresser's Lament
My wife's found out I'm a transvestite,
she's not very happy at all.
She thinks that it's new. but between me and you
for years I've been having a ball.
She says that it's all got to finish,
Or somebody's going to get hurt.
She wears the trousers in our house,
but she won't let me wear a skirt
It's not that I'm fancying fellas.
The thought never enters my head.
I just like the feel of that silk and chenile,
preferably something in red.
But I'm sure she's trying to change me
she's dragging my name through the dirt.
She wears the trousers in our house
and she won't let me wear a skirt.
She claims that I'm some sort of pervert
she says that it's some kind of kink
and if I don't stop she'll divorce me
and boy will she kick up a stink.
For now she's turned nasty towards me
her comments are cutting and curt
Yes - she wears the trousers in our house
and she won't let me wear a skirt.
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