About an hour ago, my Wife announced that She’s going out tonight with her girlfriends.

That was my last coherent thought.

Subsequently, my sissy brain has been occupied with the dressing prospects for tonight.  I took an edible about 59 well-timed minutes ago, and have been getting steadily more creative ever since.

I’m thinking panties, garter belt and stockings.  Basque maybe.  Strappy heels.  No, pumps.  Better yet, I’ll go with the red basque and heels.  Strap-on lately for humiliation purposes, as I haven’t had a proper hard-on in a standing position in, what, years?  Black opera gloves.  Maybe the maid’s uniform, and I can practice how I would serve The Ladies their drinks if they were invited home by my Wife to see Her submissive faggot husband at work.  Oh, bliss!