Karyn's Wish: His Wife Is At the Door

Standing outside was his wife Linda. He smiled, hugging her. "Welcome home, honey," he said, brightly. Linda gave him a weak smile, then headed inside and collapsed on the living room sofa, dropping her briefcase on the floor. "Tough day at work?" he asked. "James, you have no idea what it's like to work there. You have it easy. All *you* have to do is clean the house and take care of the kids," she said, loosening her tie. "That's not *all* I do around here," James said, putting his hands on his narrow hips. "Oh, of course not," Linda said. "You also cook. So James, when *will* dinner be ready?" James glared at his wife, but knew she was only being humorous. He was sure that she understood that there was more to being a househusband than met the eye. And besides, James also worked part-time, so that cut his house-working duties in half. Surely, his wife got the better deal. All she had to do was attend meetings and supervise. How hard was that? But he wasn't complaining. Sure, his life might have been better if he was born female, but he liked his life as a househusband. And just as a man, in general. If he had been born female, he couldn't have the chance to wear all these attractive outfits ... unless he crossdressed, of course. But that would just be weird, right? "Listen, hun," James said, working in the kitchen. "We need to talk about Zoe." "What about her?" Linda asked, turning on the TV and changing it to one of the sports channels so she could watch a basketball or football game. "Well ..." James started, swishing into the living room.