Dear Aunty,
I am writing this letter to formally request your daughters hand in marriage.
I realize this may strike you as old fashioned —even strange, but it would bring me great joy to know that you, my future mother-in-law, will have accepted me as an appropriate match for your daughter.
You should know that I love her, and that I care for her. She isn’t just my soon-to-be wife, she’s my best friend. I will support her at every turn, and I will be there for her in times of great sorrow and euphoric joy. I hope you realize that when I slip that ring onto her finger next week, you’re not losing your daughter —you never will. All you’re doing is gaining a son. A son that respects the traditions of your family, and wants nothing more and nothing less than your blessing as he asks for your daughters hand.
Also Aunty, in the spirit of honesty, I think you should know that I’m a cross-dressing gay sex addict. However, I have made some compromises for your daughter. I now only wear my lacy panties and bra underneath my business suit. And, to satisfy my frankly astounding sexual urges, rather than continuing to frequent male escorts, I have taken up stamp collecting. Also, for full disclosure, I am only able to “arrive” when wearing a child’s Halloween costume.
Love your new son,
Billal
I am writing this letter to formally request your daughters hand in marriage.
I realize this may strike you as old fashioned —even strange, but it would bring me great joy to know that you, my future mother-in-law, will have accepted me as an appropriate match for your daughter.
You should know that I love her, and that I care for her. She isn’t just my soon-to-be wife, she’s my best friend. I will support her at every turn, and I will be there for her in times of great sorrow and euphoric joy. I hope you realize that when I slip that ring onto her finger next week, you’re not losing your daughter —you never will. All you’re doing is gaining a son. A son that respects the traditions of your family, and wants nothing more and nothing less than your blessing as he asks for your daughters hand.
Also Aunty, in the spirit of honesty, I think you should know that I’m a cross-dressing gay sex addict. However, I have made some compromises for your daughter. I now only wear my lacy panties and bra underneath my business suit. And, to satisfy my frankly astounding sexual urges, rather than continuing to frequent male escorts, I have taken up stamp collecting. Also, for full disclosure, I am only able to “arrive” when wearing a child’s Halloween costume.
Love your new son,
Billal