Jon decided not to resist as Mikey picked him up and dressed him in the backless top and the skirt which, indeed, was short enough on him for his junk to peek out, especially as tight as it was. His parts were pressed down and out under the skirt by the tightness of it, and Mikey's rotating fan occasionally blasted his bare back.
Mikey slipped the purse on Jon's shoulder and took a pair of heels off of another doll, putting the very tight shoes on him and setting him down on the ground. "Now you're ready for a night on the town. Let's walk out to the kitchen, shall we?" He walked away slowly, waiting for Jon to follow him. Jon teetered along in the heels, trying to ignore the odd weight of the purse and the open air on his back and his parts. He hoped desperately that no one else was home and nearby to see this, as he walked down the hall and into the kitchen with Mikey, slowly gaining confidence.
This confidence was shattered by the feminine "click clack" of the heels on the kitchen floor, and the sight of his mom looking through the fridge. He tried to run behind the counter, behind anything, before she looked back and down and saw him. Falling in his heels, he was quickly scooped up by Mikey. "Look at this, mom! Jon decided to dress up in Sally's doll clothes while she was out. He looks good, huh?"
Their mom turned around, looking down at Mikey's hands with Jon resting in them, and started laughing. "Oh, he does! I didn't know you were like that, Jon! I'm glad now that Sally asked for so many clothes for her dolls. You have a nice, big selection. Why don't you go back to her room and let him look through her clothes? Maybe he'll find something else he likes too." She smiled, ushering Mikey back up to Sally's room, and all hope of Jon's salvation was crushed in an instant.
