You ducked into your bedroom and watched your dad go past. After making sure he was out of sight, you slipped back down the hall to where your mom was. You stopped outside the door when you heard her gently sobbing. You trudged back down to the kitchen. You glanced over and saw the tin of mints and a thought came to your mind.
You toyed with the tins for a few moments thinking about what you were contemplating.
Taking one out you popped it in your mouth and started sucking on it. “I wish that my mom and dad could realize how hard it is for the other one.”
Just then your dad came back in from the garage. You were startled since you thought he had already left. As he came in you notice it looked as if he had been crying. “Dad is everything okay?” you asked.
“Yes, it okay,” he said as he quickly headed upstairs.
You were confused by what had just happened. You were even more astonished when your mother came down 30 minutes later wearing clothes that looked like your dad’s work clothes.
“Running late, gotta get. See you tonight, Nate,” she said as she rushed into the garage. You heard a vehicle start and pull away at a rapid speed.
You were sitting at the table stunned at what you had just seen when you heard someone come into the room. You looked over and saw your dad, only he was dressed completely wrong. He was now wearing his wife’s clothes. “Uh, hey,” you said confused.
“Good morning Nate,” he answered.
“What’s going on?” you asked.
“You know the usual. Have to start cleaning, laundry, get a shopping list put together,” he replied.
You stared at him as he stepped over to the sink and started cleaning up some dishes.
He was wearing red low heeled shoes, a pair of white capri pants and a red blouse, all of which seemed very snug on his larger frame. Looking closer the outline of bra straps were noticeable across his shoulders and back. You continued to watch him as he moved around the kitchen. He was having no problem walking around in the heeled shoes and as he turned toward you, you realized that clothing wasn’t the only thing he was wearing of your mother’s. Quickly looking away so not to appear to be staring, you took in what you had just seen unsure how you had missed it the first time. Your dad was wearing makeup. He had red lipstick on and noticeable eye shadow on his eyes and you weren’t an expert, but you thought it even looked as if he had mascara on his lashes. You looked again and saw that he even was wearing her wedding ring and earrings.
What the hell did that wish do you wondered. Your sisters came into the room and sat down at the table. Your dad turned around, “Morning girls, give me just a minute and I will get your cereal,” Mike said.
“Thank you mommy,” they both answered in unison.
Now you were floored. Neither of your sisters thought anything about your dad wearing their mother’s clothes, in fact they seemed to think he was the mother. So no one seems to notice that anything had changed but me. Interesting you thought wondering what the rest of the day would bring.
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