Six sentences of a fic I’m working. I’m writing something for red pants Monday right now:
“This is utterly ridiculous,” said John, staring at himself in the mirror. The lacy red panties cupped his arse as the high cut accentuated his hips.
“It’s for a case,” called Sherlock from the next room. With a sigh John picked up the matching red bra and got it on. He tugged the dress over his head and went back to the mirror, uncertain as he settled the blonde wig on his head.
….yes I am writing cross dressing johnlock, why do you ask?