The Wolf had no love for bears or deer or even foxes. Indeed, he had eaten his share of deer and foxes in his time. Even so, it didn’t seem right for this nice lady to have them stuffed and dead in her living room.
“Taxidermist, eh?” he said. “Very creepy profession, I must admit.”
Just off the great room was a big kitchen with a serving counter and four stools. The Wolf was hungry, and he’d like to eat something - perhaps a nice chicken leg or pork chop - to take the edge off. But he was aware that he didn’t have a lot of time to search through the refrigerator and the pantry. It had taken him a long while to find this house, and Red Riding Hood might appear here any minute. It seemed likely that the next bit of meat he ate would be Red Riding Hood herself, after they had a little fun, of course.
Well, okay. He could go without food until later.
On the counter was a charcoal pencil. He placed Auntie Mmm’s note on the counter, took up the pencil, and crossed out several words with thick dark slashes. He crossed out “I won’t be here tonight,” and “I will see you tomorrow.” Now the note read:
Dear Red Riding Hood. Please come in and make yourself at home. Your Auntie Mmm.
He took a moment to admire his handiwork. He’d never made much of himself in school, he was no great writer, but he could cross-out with the best of them. He went back to the front door, opened it a crack, stuck his arm out, and re-tacked the note to the door. No sense going all the way out, lest any prying eyes be snooping around the neighborhood.
Back in the great room, he took a deep breath. Now to prepare himself for sexy little Red Riding Hood’s arrival. Once she came in, he had to convince her to let down her guard. And what better way to do that than to make her think she was safe in the arms of her beloved Auntie?
To do that would require a brilliant disguise.
Auntie Mmm was just full of surprises.
The Wolf stood in the walk-in closet of her master bedroom. He had imagined the Auntie was an old biddy, and assumed her wardrobe would be full of long flannel nightgowns, hairnets, housedresses, slippers and fuzzy bathrobes. He intended to wrap himself up in these, affect a high female voice, and pass himself off as an old woman for the few moments it took to lull Red Riding Hood into a false sense of security.
No such luck. Auntie Mmm had no such clothes.
Her nightclothes were sexy, sheer teddies straight from lingerie catalogues. There was a crotchless spandex bodysuit. There were garter belts and sheer stockings. On the floor were numerous pairs of high heeled shoes. On a shelf were several mannequin heads with wigs on them - a spiky blonde wig with shocking white hair, a brunette wig, a wig with bright pink hair.
In a drawer he found about a dozen pairs of panties. Some were tiny thongs, a few were made of clingy material like spandex or latex, a few had little hearts or polka dots on them. One pair of pink panties had the words “Spoiled Brat” in neat curlicue script across the backside. The Wolf liked to run his hands through the various pairs of panties and feel the material. Very quickly, it started to arouse him.
He had no choice. If he wanted to disguise himself as Auntie Mmm, he would have to dress like her.
He undid his belt buckle and removed his jeans. He tossed them into the corner. He selected the white wig, a sheer pink teddy, the “Spoiled Brat” panties, some silk stockings and a garter belt, and carried the whole pile into the bathroom.
He pulled the teddy on. It felt soft against his thick pelt. His nipples became erect. He pinched them through the fabric. He placed the wig on his head and positioned it just so. Next, he pulled the panties on.
They were very tight and it took him some time to slide them up his legs. They were made from a very stretchy, very sexy material. By the time he pulled them all the way up, his cock was starting to stir. Not even at half mast, it made an enormous bulge at the front of the panties.
At last, he put on the garter belt, pulled up the stockings, and attached them to the belt. He found a lipstick on the sink basin, and gave himself ruby red lips.
The Wolf liked the way these clothes made him feel. He stopped to admire himself in the large wall mirror. He looked very sexy, and he was very aroused. His cock was hard now, pressing against his panties. The head of it slipped out through one of leg opening, and extended down the side of his leg. Soon it would stand tall and tear the flimsy panties to shreds. He had to take it out.
Carefully, he slid the pink panties down until they were around his upper thighs. He pulled his cock out the top. He watched himself do this in the mirror.
“Look at you,” he said to his image. His voice was husky and his throat tight. “You slut.”