...First getting inside of my car it had the ever so slight lingering aroma of arousal, but I may have been the only one to actually smell this with my very sensitive nose. To be fair, the air had been unintentionally bottled up inside my car with the windows closed, so I suppose this was on me either way. "Did hubby smell such and come to the erroneous conclusion that Ken and I stopped off someplace for a backseat 'quicky' on the way up to collect him; almost like horny teenagers might?" I wondered belatedly. If so, he seemed more than okay with this too, so super accepting of Ken both taking and having me pretty much at will now...
Getting my androgynously attired husband back home hadn't been the ordeal I initially thought it might be either, so almost "business as usual" for nearly the entire trip, appearances to the contrary. It obviously wasn't the full-feminine costume along the lines of what he'd playfully worn as my maid several times, but it most certainly wasn't anything traditionally masculine either. So, fair to say that with both different glasses and hair it might be hard to determine what proverbial club he was in, at a distance while casually looking anyway; but not necessarily this time.
It was also under the cover of darkness by that time though, and he also sat in the tinted-windows back of my car by default, with Ken riding "shotgun" in front and next to me just like we drove up together; like a husband also might be. Ken was "manning-up" and taking his place here too, and fair to assume I wasn't the only one to notice this either
This was actually practical too though, Ken knew this route better than I did, and I genuinely appreciated his back-up navigation in the dark. This was more self-deportation on my uniquely dressed husband's part, and while peeking on him in my rear view mirror my thoughts were brewing wildly on how to build on this little clothing mishap to make this upcoming sequestered vacation of his truly extraordinary.
He was impossibly receptive to the way I had been forced to dress him, even in front of Ken, optional sports bra and all, so this had actually turned into an unforeseen opportunity; just like Ken had suggested it might. I simply never would have gone this specific route with him, most especially with Ken in attendance, if of course our unique circumstances didn't demand such.
Anyway, we all had to stop on the way home for a restroom break to part with our coffee, and my husband did actually use the male facilities; a stall in his case for a bit of necessary privacy. He drew a bit of side-eye male attention with his unique outfit as well, perhaps even as much as my shirtdress did; but it was all in fun.
At first I feared that any "public-aspect" to this little adventure might make this situation a bit less than fun for hubby, as taking this little "fem-him-up" act out in public was a definite ground-breaking first, even at night. I also noticed the male attention he drew, as did Ken, and wishing to playfully taunt my husband, Ken convinced me to quickly move my car to the very back part of the parking area, all while hubby was still busy inside one of the stalls, trying like hell to be discreet.
I backed into this new distant parking spot so we both could watch the show when my husband eventually came out and realized my car was gone; and the look on his face when he did, priceless! Ken caught it all on his phone's very nice camera in the well-lit parking lot, and even his looking around exaggerated "OH SHIT!" body-language that was pure physical-comedy.
"Blackmail possibility?" I wondered, even if only playfully applied to "make" him do something he really wanted to do anyway; there was just so much one could do with a video like that! Nothing truly evil mind you, but something a bit playful that took away his other easier choices was maybe on the proverbial horizon at some point, especially if he responded to our taunting in a positive manner.
It was but a few long seconds before I flashed my headlights and drew my androgynously dressed husband's attention; Ken filming and narrating with snarky commentary the entire time. We made my husband walk the whole length of the parking lot in his borrowed pink flip flops and skin-tight yoga pants to get to my car; so much fun.
...His face had lit right up in relief when he first saw us, and once within a few feet of my car he even hammed up his steps, swishing his hips and flopping his limp-wrist in exaggerated femininity for both Ken's phone and my eyes, and as it turned out one other pair of eyes too. I playfully even locked my car's doors when he pulled the handle the first time, all so he'd have to ask nicely for a ride home; it was that kind of a fun interaction for all of us.
It's all he could talk about on the rest of the ride home, he was just so animated and alive once again; something wonderful to see with his ongoing "guy-problems." So, while obviously a bit uncomfortable and "out-there" on some level, there was an undeniable "something" within him that maybe liked being put on display like this, being forced to perform a bit more publicly.
It was a minor ordeal in the big scheme of things, but there was no mistaking his elation at having survived it unscathed. No wallet, nor even his cellphone in his possession, as my borrowed yoga pants were the kind that didn't have pockets for either, (actually one inside the waistband that he must have missed being unfamiliar with the garment) so he was totally dependent on "our" charity in giving him a ride home. I suppose hitchhiking was another potential option, but in a risk vs reward calculation truly not wise.
