Confession of a cross-dresser.

Oh, hi there.

It looks like you caught me, friends.

Napping . . . and . . .

Cross-dressing.

In my mama’s socks.

But you see, I’ve got good reason.

I’ll tell you about it another time.

It’s hard to type, after all

when you’re wearing socks on your paws.

 

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