Revealed (Peter Rabbit)

In Bea's Closet

Authors note:
For a better experience, please imagine this in a British (Cockney) accent

Thank you :3
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Dear Bea,

I am sorry.

I am very disapointed in myself and I think you will too if you ever get a hold on my journal.

You see, after dating you for two years, I have been infatuated by your fashion choices. Thigh high stockings, short skirts/shorts, oversized sweaters. It had led me, in my observations, to try it out.

You know I am very particular about my work. I even cleaned the toilets in my old job so spotlessly that you could drink out of them, which I have demonstrated to my co-workers multiple upon multiple of times. You know my mind better than I do, so this conclusion was inevidable.

For six months I have been wearing the clothing in your closet. The first time I tried on your clothing is such a fine memory.

It was the day you went into town for more painting supplies. I pretended to read the morning paper before you left and as you left I began what I have prepared. You see a couple of weeks prior I knew you would need to go into town for your materials so I planned out what I would do when you leave, which I did once I heard the door clang behind you.

I waited five minutes for you if you forgot anything like a wallet or a reusable bag. I then got up and locked all the doors and windows. Closing the blinds to our bedroom, I entered your closet. I decided picking something random and trying it on wasn't enough, I had to plan this...

I got some inspiration from your pictures we took of each other and I pulled out just a simple oversized yellow sweater and black thigh high socks.

I looked at the mirror in your closet and stared at myself. True, I was a bit wryry in frame for a man my age, but I still looked good. My thin, feminine-like body fitted the outfit well as a gave a little spin. However, seeing as I am not as thick as you, the clothing was looser than they appeared to be than with the pictures on you.

After that day, I tried on your clothing every time you went out to town. Sometimes I would wear your PJs, sometimes your pencil skirts, and maybe even sometimes your underwear (but I make sure to wash them thouroughly before and after, so no worries). The only common thing I do during these days is do a parade around the house in the outfits I choose for myself. I feel so free in these pretty clothing.

Recently, I have been thinking of buying clothing for myself so that I can wear and do whatever I would want with them, although it would be akward to explain why there are random girl clothes around the house without spoiling my secret, so your chokers and stockings are my only pleasure.

Maybe you will be nice about everything and say nothing... maybe you will toss me out of the house in disgust like I did the rabbits two years ago... maybe you will not love me anymore after finding my horrible habit. It doesn't matter what you think!

You always tell me what you think, but you want to know what I think? I find interest in the feminine styles, I find my calling not in the perfection of fluffed toy pillows, but in the fluff of a pink coloured tutu.

May you never find this journal and know about my passion for... god forgive me... crossdressing.

Sincerely, Thomas