Talked the wife into buying herself a wig today, but me me paying for it though. She has always wanted extenions, but her hair is to short to take them and she has little patience for growing her hair. So I showed her some lovely 36 inch, brown and blonde wigs on Ebay. This is the good part; I could never look after a wig that long and so she has the wig and I get to use it when she is not around, (there is method in my maddness).
Anyway, the finish time on Ebay was set for when I was at work, so I told the wife I would check the item and make a bid later. I went to work wearing bra and panties, under my drab. Later, whilst looking at the wigs on Ebay, a good friend of mine looked over my shoulder and said why the wigs. I explained that I was looking on behalf of the wife and then he said laughing, are you sure the wig is not for you when you become Hilda at the weekends.
If only he knew how near to the truth he was, except it's Charlotte and I dress up on weekdays, Ok.
Charlotte xx
