"What . . . the hell?" Jack asked as his boyfriend pirouetted into their living room. Carl - well, Carla, when he was wearing women's clothes - was dressed in an almost archetypal 'Lolita' costume. The frilly pinafore, stockings, and the bow in his headfur would likely cause anyone on the registry to have heart attacks.

"It's my costume," Carl replied in his softer, huskier 'femme' voice.

"Costume?" The canine shifted in his chair. Standing up might give his lover ideas.

"Yeah, for Halloween." Oh yes; he and Carl were going to The Mission, the sex club they'd visited, for their annual holiday party.

"Bit early, isn't it?"

"Just wanted to make sure that it fit." Carl pirouetted again. "What do you think?"

"I'll show you what I think." The Rottweiler stood up, and the cat gave a girlish squeal at what he'd been hiding. Carl ran for their bedroom, with Jack in pursuit.

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Carl as Lolita. 'Nuff said.

Carl is ©  walt46

Art by  dragonmelde