If the boot fits

“Whose boots are these Frank? I found them in the back of the closet hidden. Are you cheating on me? What do you mean they’re mine? Not only is the size not right but they are not my style at all. The deep red shiny material evokes such depravity and rebellion. I would never be seen in such footwear.”

“Fine I will put them on to prove to you they aren’t mine and when I do you have to tell me who they really belong to ok? Ok here goes see my feet don’t even fit and…. How odd, they do seem to fit. Oh they fit rather snug actually. They do feel kinda of familiar and they look pretty fucking badass on me. Oh gosh excuse my potty mouth but these boots feel so right on my feet it’s like… it’s like…. Oh god what’s happening? I’m changing and it feels sooooo gooood.”

“Mmmm that was close baby, she almost found out about me, her alter ego. When I change back into your boring housewife again just convince her you bought the boots for her for the winter and then they’ll be no need to hide them anymore. The more comfortable she is with seeing them the more likely she’ll be curious to try them on. Now while I’m my better self why don’t you plow me on the stairs, I’m pretty sure it’s the last place we haven’t done it on.”