36 "Oswald," she said, biting her lip slightly, "Are you wearing my pants?”

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"Oswald," she said, biting her lip slightly, "Are you wearing my pants?”

Oswald turned around quickly, startled by his girlfriend’s entrance. “Hey Monica. I, um, didn’t hear you come in.”

“Why are you wearing my pants Oswald?”

He clamored for words before replying, “It’s all the rage. Really. I hear that--”

Monica interrupted, “Most of the pants that they are wearing don’t have sequins and unicorns embroidered. Nor do they put make up on to match.”

“Cut me a break dear. I just want to feel… well, you know. Free.” She rolled her eyes before he continued. “I dress up as a woman. You know this now. But Monica, I love you from the bottom of my heart.”

He sank down to one knee and took her hand, “Monica LeBaron, will you marry me?”

“Oh Oswald. I love you so much. Of course I’ll marry you. Only as long as I’m the one who wears the dress.”