Rise of the transvestite Goblin

The joy of coffee

Work work work. Jo was working overtime at the factory and I was going to have to spend the next twelve hours in ridiculous heels, going to various conferences and representing the company. Ugh this was going to be dull. To make matters worse I was up at 4:30am sorting out last minute paper work and trying to prise my poor battered heels off of my dearest sleeping Joeys squished up mangy feet, so as far as sleep was concerned I was not doing to well. I thought I was going to die of boredom before the day was up as the conferences were twelve hours of short, fat men with little wispy beards talking about the stock Market and health and safety issues. I was practically injecting coffee into my veins in a desperate attempt to keep me conscious during the meetings.

Due to severe traffic I finally got home at 10:30pm. Joey was already asleep in bed if the soft snoring was anything to go on. My shoes had rubbed my feet to the point of oblivion, the intense amount of coffee had left me hyped and the conferences had left me annoyed. I silently changed into my pyjamas and read a book at the kitchen table whilst I waited for the coffee to wear off. After about two hours of non stop reading I heard some faint shuffling coming from the bedroom. My initial thought was ... That tranny better not be in my cat woman outfit again. I know it was cruel but oh well thats life. I snuck up to the bedroom door and slowly began to open it. This was going to be great in a sick kind of way as I had never caught him in the act before.

After opening the door it took some moments for my eyes to adjust to the darkness, as it was I could only make out very faint shapes so I decided screw it and switched on the light. Wow. This makes perect sense. I could feel the sarcasm dripping through my mind as that thought ran through my head. I glared into the room and hissed

"what the he'll is going on"