Many thanks to Chewing Gum for inspiring this by her answer to my question in the latest installment of "Go Ask Mrs. Holmes."
"Hold still, you'll smear it."
"You owe me so badly for this I doubt you'll ever repay the debt, Holmes."
"Yes, yes. Hold still, confound it!"
"Why are you bothering, it's not like it can be seen through that blasted veil anyhow."
"Your eyes will. And the veil was your choice."
"Well, I wasn't about to shave my moustache just for one of your petty problems!"
"Then stop grousing about the makeup. There we are."
I was very uncomfortable; this disguise was unflattering, hot, and the shoes pinched. It was also the most awful colour I had ever seen.
And it was a dress.
Holmes smirked. "You look very pretty."
My response was not a thrilled one.
"Dear me, such language from a lady!"
"Shut up. Look, where am I supposed to keep my revolver??"
"In your handbag."
"My what?"
"Here." He handed me a purse of a matching colour, and I felt my ears burn.
"Mm, now your face clashes with the dress, Watson."
He was laughing, confound it, he was actually enjoying this! To make matters worse, Mrs. Hudson chose that moment to enter the sitting room.
"Gentlemen, will you be wanting…I don't even want to know…"
The door slammed, and Holmes shouted with laughter.
Then he yelped as his shin was solidly contacted by a fashionably high-heeled boot.