This is anything but an original idea but damn was it fun! I got the idea from Sofiya Nygaard on YouTube. So basically as the title says I attacked my husband’s closet. Now how to start this blog. Let me think. Why don’t I just start with what I picked up first? Pants was surprisingly not that easy. My thighs and booty is considerably bigger than my husbands. Only one of his jeans, his biggest pair, could stretch over my thighs and booty. I rocked it. It made my butt look amazing and can I just say how amazingly life changing the big pockets are. Front pockets that can actually hold something. A whole other world just opened.
Shirt and underwear was nothing new. I wear his all the time. It is beyond comfortable. I did rock his favorite sweater which I always have to fight Onno about. The man refuses to let it go when it needs a wash. It takes too long. Don’t get me started on his favorite chill pants. He holds onto those puppies with the jaw of life.
As you can see it definitely looked like I was wearing my husband clothes.
There was two things I was self conscious about in my attire. The d!ck bubble and the weird boob thing I had going on. I should probably explain. D!ck bubble is what it sounds like. There was a bubble, a space meant to be filled by the usual pen!s in the crotch area. It wasn’t a good look. My weird boob thing was just how my breasts looked like with the massive oversized sweater. It just didn’t flatter my body.
But let’s get back to all the fun I had. I was channeling my inner dude. Doing a little swagger and chilling on a bench with my stuff hanging out and about. I don’t think anyone noticed my men’s outfit and if they did they sure as hell didn’t say anything. We roamed the city for two hours, getting the stuff we needed before heading home. I can’t really think of anything else to say so I’m going to switch the microphone or laptop over to my husband.
Here is his thoughts.
It was very interesting to see Cassy in my clothes, my main observation was that she really rocked it, definitely better than I ever did. It’s what I always tell her, she can pull anything off. I am also worried that I now will have to fight her over those jeans, or buy another pair. We had a lot of fun touring the city for the day and taking some pictures in the park. I however don’t think we will ever do this the other way around, I would be to embarrassed for that one.