Chapter Two
This earthy Uber driver exits the car as I peer through the passenger window admiring my feminized husband. He... she... looks both cute and silly, the maid’s cap like something from a nineteenth century British movie. Otherwise he’s immaculately made up, hair well coifed. I decide to establish my authority merely standing arms akimbo in assessing. He’s embarrassed, looking away, not able to meet my gaze. But also I’m sure surveilling to see that no neighbors will witness his return home before attempting to step out.
“Locks from the inside,” the husky voice of the driver explains. “Special option Jake suggested for transporting... ah... her pets.”
Reversing the procedure when weeks ago I sent husband Andy on his weekend of training... extended by a few weeks... the driver
