Event'd; Aphro'd
Despite being a lovely man, Nathaniel rarely cross-dressed. Sometimes for a scene, or a show at the Club, but it just wasn't his thing. Now, however, he wore what appeared to be a 1950s shirt dress in a lavender that complimented his eyes, a crisp white apron tied over the flared skirt. And heels, lord, he was wearing peep-toed pumps that lifted him up another few inches, making him tower over the appliances in the kitchen.
What on earth was going on here?
He sighed, leaning back against he counter and crossing his arms over his chest, glaring at the cameras around the room. What did they expect him to do now?
[OOC: Have a bored housewife. Who wants to come liven up her day? Salesman? Delivery guy? Handyman? Son's best friends? Boys and girls welcome, and more genderplay is ♥]
What on earth was going on here?
He sighed, leaning back against he counter and crossing his arms over his chest, glaring at the cameras around the room. What did they expect him to do now?
[OOC: Have a bored housewife. Who wants to come liven up her day? Salesman? Delivery guy? Handyman? Son's best friends? Boys and girls welcome, and more genderplay is ♥]