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Captioned Images Series: Time Out 3
Created: 09/07/2024
Patricia walked into the master bedroom, only to stop in her tracks. There was Tommy, her husband, standing in front of the mirror, completely transformed. Tommy was wearing Patricia’s sky-blue floral tank minidress, which hugged his body tightly coming down to his thighs. He paired the dress with taupe colored tights. The stiletto heels—black, glossy, and at least three inches high—wobbled beneath too small for Tommy’s feet as he tried to balance, one hand on the dresser for support.
"Tommy! What do you think you’re doing?" Patricia’s voice was a mix of shock and disapproval. Tommy froze, his wide eyes meeting Patricia’s in the mirror. The fun he was having playing dress-up vanished in an instant.
"I can explain," Tommy muttered, looking down at the minidress dress, fidgeting with its hem.
"I don't want to hear it," Patricia sighed, walking over and firmly taking Tommy by the hand. "You know better than to go through my things, Tommy. Come on."
Tommy didn't resist as Patricia led him out of the room, the heels clacking awkwardly on the hardwood floor as they made their way to the kitchen. Patricia had never seen him like this. Patricia grabbed a wooden stool from the corner, setting it by the counter.
"Sit here. You’re in a timeout," Patricia said, lifting Tommy onto the stool. Tommy's face turned red as Patricia stood over her with a stern expression. "Don't get off that chair until I tell you. Understand?"
Tommy nodded, but his lower lip trembled, knowing he was in trouble. He sat stiffly, hands in his lap, still dressed in the minidress and tights. The heels had been left behind in the hallway, but he could still feel the imprint of the fun he had just been having.
Now, though, it wasn’t fun. It was punishment. Patricia went back to tidying up the living room, but Tommy could hear her movements, a reminder that he couldn’t just run off and change. He stewed, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, the fabric of the too-tight dress brushing against his legs as he fidgeted.
Tommy wanted to argue, wanted to explain that he was only pretending, but he knew better. Patricia wasn’t his mother, she was his wife, and when Patricia said something, Tommy knew he had to listen.
The minutes dragged on, each one feeling like an eternity. Tommy's feet swung back and forth, his mind racing with frustration, but he didn't dare get off the stool. Instead, he sat there in silence, wishing timeouts didn't last so long.
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