Fanart by Fraylim: Tradwife

Another fantastic image by Fraylim, this time referencing recently published chapter 5-4, the night out at Circe. I love the little cat-earrings and the detail of the cat tag on the purse. No wonder Tom was immediately smitten!

I'm curious, though: how closely does Fraylim's artwork cleave to your own mental image of these scenes?

Here's the relevent text from the story below:

Chapter 5-4: Circe 

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            All day her imagination kept turning back to that choice. What does a man transformed against his will into a girl choose to wear on a double date with their male best friend? What goes through his mind as he picks underwear—and here, she pictured the delicate pale panties and bra, garter belt and powder blue stockings she knew sat top in his second drawer—a favourite she’d bought for him, with all that pretty lace and those cute little bows—and were they chosen in the expectation that Tom would see them, later that night? And if not for Tom, then whom? Did he choose something so exquisitely feminine to reinforce those feelings within himself?

            And how did he feel, she wondered, standing in front of the mirror as he painted his face, not just to make himself pretty, but rather alluring, specifically to the same man with whom he once competed for pussy?

            Knowing Tom, Julia expected Cindy to wear something… well, a little slutty, tight and revealing to show off those pert, youthful tits, long legs and smooth skin: exactly what Tom liked. There was an outfit in her closet she hoped to see, tight black and shiny, asymmetrical shoulder- and midriff-baring, the abbreviated skirt barely clearing the crotch. She’d bought it for David to wear on a night out, and the matching heels—the perfect outfit with which to tempt a man like Tom.

            But no. David chose something altogether different.

            “Hi.” Her voice soft and tinkling, more an apology for interrupting than greeting. “Sorry. For being late, I mean.” Cindy stood by their table, hands held clasped in front, wearing a lovely, demure dress in pale pink with eggshell trim. The hem floated just below the knee, with a high neckline, sleeveless and narrow waist, nipped in with a thin belt. She wore ballet flats, not heels, with seamed stocking betraying the slightest hint of sapphire shimmer.  A hairband swept her hair back, and a single bracelet decorated her wrist, and her nails shimmered with soft pearlescence. Her makeup was subtle, the kind men thought was ‘natural’ and which girls knew was anything but.

            To Julia’ surprise, pleasure and—yes, irritation as well—Tom was instantly smitten. His eyes went wide, he half-rose from his seat to greet her—stammered—sat down again, flushed and finally stood, took her hand and led Cindy to the seat opposite his. He pulled out the chair for her and helped her sit, took her coat, and looked absolutely flustered as he sat. Watching him play gentleman was both hilarious and frustrating: he’d never pulled out her chair or taken her coat.

            Tom was a goner. Even Caleb seemed a little taken aback by the way this other man focused his attention. Certainly, Tom couldn’t keep his eyes off Cindy for the rest of the night, not after she batted those long eyelashes and blushed and glanced away and shyly smiled. Real girl-next-door vibes, a touch of tradwife and who knew that’s what Tom really wanted?

            David did; he knew Tom better than anyone.