Cross-dressing for two

Time was now of the essence for the wolf, who quickly rummaged through the old lady’s drawers and found a pretty nightdress that would accommodate his engorged state – well he was now dressing for two... and chose a bonnet that would cover everything but his face. Hearing Little Red Riding Hood’s voice in the distance giving out some dirgy gangsta-rap, the wolf, looking very fetching, hopped into Granny’s warm bed and pulled the bedclothes tight up to his throat. Little Red Riding Hood rapped at the door.

“Who is it?” called the wolf in his best grannylike voice.