how the other heather lives

This afternoon, I was feeling antsy. And after a while, as it became obvious that a) I couldn’t sleep the entire day away and b) the mess spilling out of my bedroom closet might actually swallow my kitten, I decided to put some of that nervous energy to work.

In rearranging the closet, I found a few out-of-sight-out-of-mind items. First was the red lace garter that Kate gave me for Christmas. I didn’t want it to get lost in the closet again, so I slid it onto my left thigh. Oooh, pretty! A few minutes later, while chatting on the phone with Ari, I happened upon the pair of full length black satin gloves that Biscuit gave me. I put those on, too.

And when I passed a full-length mirror a few minutes ago on my way to the kitchen, I got an eyeful. Tousled hair from a failed napping attempt, tank-top and lace boy shorts, garter belt and full length gloves. I decided that a) I should always clean the house in tranny wear and b) This must be what it’s like to be the other Heather Hunter.

Go on. Google her.

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