Aftermath ...

My tights
I hide under my strings
Inside
My jeans
Or Suit.
You did
Not notice
The change
But
I Love,
Love not you...
Another girl
For rear date
Is hidden
In my suit.
Do you love her?
Or just the past
That's why I am leaving you...

Yes I became so
New, in tights...
Not
What you did so wish...
Forgive me
I would
Need depart
To be so lonely me
To feel my Love
Is for that girl
Who had no
Chance
No friends...

Spring
Madness
I am leaving you
In tights
No suit,
No date ...
Just top
Skirt
Scarf...
And lipstick bag
All that form
My true fate...


Sometimes Kate does a sufrage. And goes no bra in male outfit.
No lipstick
No make up
Just change in eyes reflects beatiful feeling of tights weared sans...
Back to roots...