Call Him over so he can choose his Clothes

“Joseph!” You yell. “Fuck this, get your own clothes!” You shut the door, and go back to the living room. Joseph doesn’t move until you sit down. When he does, he grips his towel loosely letting it fall just below his waist. He groans and gives you a light slap on the head, then trails into your room. Satisfied you resume your show, but a few minutes later you hear Joseph come back.

“I found it.” He says “What?” You say, although you don’t turn around. He tosses something over your head. The Purple Dress. You quickly uncover yourself to look at it. “It’s not mine it’s Moms!” You turn to glare at your step-dad. He’s standing behind you, beaming that smile down, and showing you his full naked body. Admit it or not, to see the golden Leopard man nude has you blushing red under brown fur. Those secret feeling buried deep in your mind are released all at once. “It’s Mom’s” you say, in an unexpectedly deeper voice. “Yeah, right.” He begins. “She’s never worn this dress. You’re a closet crossdresser. Huh?” His arms are folded across his chest. His smile continues to look down on you. “It’s Mom’s. It’s hers…” That’s all you can manage in defense. The dress sitting in your lap gets crumpled in your frustration and heat. You throw it trying to hit Joseph, but the light fabric just makes it flutter in the air, until it lands to cover your step-dad’s standing erection. He keeps it there. “Put it on.” He says, and takes a step closer. “Let me see you in your best dressed.”