Willie made me write another crossdressing fic after this art.
Also I’ve now made the crossdressing fics their own series, here.
An Unexpected Dance Partner – When John and Sherlock, disguised as Joanne and Sheryl, run into Greg Lestrade at the club, John doesn’t expect things to end up like this.
teaser below the cut
John carefully got out of the cab, wondering briefly how women did this all day long. Sheryl, of course, moved with effortless grace. She was gorgeous in the streetlight, waiting for John – Joanne – and looked almost nothing like Sherlock Holmes. John, on the other hand, was certain he’d win no beauty contest, even with the red dress and Sherlock’s expert makeup job.
Sheryl gave the bouncer a smile and a flirt and then they were going inside the club. Sherlock’s voice whispering in John’s ear about who they were looking for and why. Sheryl was fully in place as they stepped inside. The bass thumped loudly through John’s bones. He gave Sheryl’s hand a quick squeeze and made his way to the bar, needing a stiff drink and watching her effortlessly move in the crowd.
“Can I buy you a drink?” It took a moment for John to realize it was directed at him, another moment to realize he recognized the voice with a cold chill down his spine.
Closing his eyes, he refused to turn around. “No thank you,” he tried to pitch his voice higher, failing miserably.
He heard the man shift behind him as if trying to decide if he should say something. “On a case? Or just bored on a Friday night?”
John took a breath and slowly turned around, facing the amused eyes of the Detective Inspector. At least with the heels he could almost look the man in the eyes. “It’s for a case,” he said with gritted teeth.