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Frank sat in the 6 o’clock traffic drumming his pristine fingernails on the steering wheel. He had decided to stay a little later than usual to get some spread sheets finished; he was seriously regretting it now. Accountancy was dull. Day in, day out. Crunching numbers for those too lazy and overpaid to do it themselves. Apparently the parties where great though. Frank was always too busy to go himself, but heard to exciting gossip afterwards.

When he finally arrived home, he sprinted upstairs, leaving his shinny briefcase by the door. He undid his tie and quickly removed his coffee stained shirt. Checking he watch, he panicked: only 45 minutes left before he had to leave! He fumbled with his plain black belt and his trousers slid to the floor, landing with a ‘clink’. He opened the mirrored door of his wardrobe and pulled out a long sequined red dress and a coral blue feather boa with matching size 12 stilettos.

The dress fit him well, a loose top gave the illusion he was ‘broad chested’ and made his shoulders look narrower. He finished the outfit with a long black wig. He own a blonde one too, but it didn’t match his eyebrows. Not that it mattered as they were soon covered in bright blue eye shadow and hidden behind fake eyelashes. Time was precious and he had to waste precious seconds removing the scarlet lipstick he accidently got on his nose. A second setback occurred when he misplaced one of his large hoop earrings.

He scrambled out the door, grinning. If only the guys at the office knew. Maybe they all had their secrets. Surely no ones life could just be about other peoples receipts?

Back in his Volvo, Frank began to wonder what other hobbies his colleagues might dabble in. “Maybe one is a superhero? No, that is ridiculous, more likely a serial killer or paedophile… perhaps they have less extreme secrets. Like being married but actually homosexual.

Frank was sfill contemplating what his office matss might get up too in their free time when he walked into Brannagins, the bar in which he was performing in tonight.
“Hey there, Fran!” His boss said with a wink.
His boss, Jerry always flirted with him, and he sort of liked it. That was his reason for playing this little game of dress up. His usual appearance never attracted this kind of attention. His outfits were getting more and more voluptous and the frequency increasing and his addiction grew.