I saw this post yesterday, and got the urge to write Sherlock in high heels. For a case, of course…
So yep, now I’ve gone and wrote crossdressing sherlock.
Teaser below the cut
“This is utterly ridiculous.” John paced in the living room, adjusting his jacket. “Why are we doing this again?”
“We have been over this,” Sherlock’s voice drifted from the bathroom. “Twice in the cab and four times since we arrived home.”
John opened his mouth to argue, but the click of heels made him stop his pacing. He stared up at Sherlock, mouth dropping open.
Instead of his usual stiff flatmate, there stood at a tall red-head, wearing a deep blue dress that set off her eyes and accented curves John suddenly wondered just where the hell Sherlock had been hiding. The dress was just knee length, showing gorgeous legs that fit comfortably into strappy heels.
She smiled and stepped closer to John. “It’s Sheryl.” John was amazed that he’d changed his voice. It was still deep, for a woman, but in a sultry, sexy sort of way that was doing terribly embarrassing things to his body. And they hadn’t even left the flat yet.
He wanted to offer his arm, but in those heels, Sheryl was a good foot taller than him. She smiled. “Go on, be a gentleman and get us a cab.”