"Jon! Come over here!" him mother called from the kitchen.
Jon obeyed, being an obedient son. She was sitting at the kitchen table drinking her morning coffee. She saw him enter, and a smile formed on her face. It was finally happening.
"I thought that I saw a skirt. Good for you, sweetie! You're finally turning into the daughter that I've always wanted."
She noted the look of confusion that Jon held for a moment, but since he didn't say anything, he continued.
"Really, honey, you look beautiful. I always said that if you were to put a little more effort into your looks, you'd be a stunner. That skirt looks great."
She stood up and circled him. "I have a couple suggestions, though. If you go to school like this, don't you think the other girls will tease you?"
"What do you mean?" he replied, not knowing what she was after.
"Well, your skirt looks great, but your underwear showing underneath? Don't you have anything more, discrete? Something more delicate?"
Jon slowly nodded to his mother, a brief look of resistance crossing his face, quickly turning to reluctance, then acceptance.
"Also, that shirt. It's too boyish. You really need something to go with the skirt. Don't you have something that would match better? Something that might show you off a bit more?"
Again, the combination of looks. She was on a roll. If his was how things were going to be, soon her daughter would be the lovely girlie-girl she'd always dreamed of. She looked down at his hairy legs.
"And sweetheart, those legs are in desperate need of shaving. If you showed up showing those jungles off you'll be the laughing stock. I'll call the school and tell them that you'll be late. You run upstairs and give them a shave, like a good girl."
Jon stood for a moment, then turned and obeyed his mother, bounding up the stairs, skirt flowing behind him.
Jon heard his mother call him from the kitchen. He knew he had to go if he wanted to make it to school on time, but when his mother called he knew it was better to obey.
As he entered the kitchen he noted the smile on her face. What was up, he wondered.
"I thought that I saw a skirt. Good for you, sweetie! You're finally turning into the daughter that I've always wanted."
Daughter? What was she on about? He was her son! This was the second time she'd made a mistake like this. He should really correct her, but somehow he couldn't bring himself to do it.
"Really, honey, you look beautiful. I always said that if you were to put a little more effort into your looks, you'd be a stunner. That skirt looks great."
He felt a sense of pride. He knew it looked great. He felt so flirty in it.
She stood up and circled him. "I have a couple suggestions, though. If you go to school like this, don't you think the other girls will tease you?"
"What do you mean?" he replied, not knowing what she was after.
"Well, your skirt looks great, but your underwear showing underneath? Don't you have anything more, discrete? Something more delicate?"
He slowly nodded, thinking of the magic closet the only he and Karyn knew about. It was true, if he wanted something else to wear, all he would have to do would be grab it from there. But why would she want him to wear delicate underwear? He could read between the lines. He wanted him to wear girl's underwear! No way, he though. Sure he was wearing a skirt, but that was just to be more flirty! He didn't want to go that far!
Although... it was rather obvious that his boxers were hanging out. Something in his mind resisted, but he was having trouble finding holes in the logic. He normally wouldn't go out wearing shorts that showed his boxers, would he? Never. He'd be far too embarrassed. He looked at his legs again. Okay, he though. Maybe she had a point. Maybe just while he wore the skirt he'd grab a pair of panties; he figured discression would be better than being humiliated.
"Also, that shirt. It's too boyish. You really need something to go with the skirt. Don't you have something that would match better? Something that might show you off a bit more?"
Show me off more? What was she on about? He knew there was something wrong with what she was saying, but somehow he couldn't put his finger on it. He looked at his shirt. He guessed she was right, it was rather boyish. He was seventeen, after all, and boyishness wasn't what he wanted to be associated with anymore. He was a young man! But showing off?
He thought about the skirt. It was really nice. He realized for the first time in his life that outfits are a package deal. He couldn't just wear one thing without considering everything else. Maybe his mother had a point. Maybe he could kill two birds with one stone. If here were to go up to the magic closet and pull out a blouse or a girlie t-shirt, then he certainly wouldn't look boyish, AND it would fit with the skirt! Maybe he'd even go as far, just to make his mother happy, of course, as to let it show off his body a bit.
"And sweetheart, those legs are in desperate need of shaving. If you showed up showing those jungles off you'll be the laughing stock. I'll call the school and tell them that you'll be late. You run upstairs and give them a shave, like a good girl."
He also looked down at his legs. He hadn't noticed lately how hairy they'd gotten. He guessed it was part of becoming a man, so was that wrong? But the more he thought of it, the more he'd realized he'd never seen anyone, boy or girl, wearing a skirt with hairy legs. It just wasn't done. He knew it would be a drastic measure, but since his mother was getting him the time from school to do it, maybe he should take her up on her offer! He turned and bounded up the stairs to make the suggested changes. As he ran he could feel his skirt flowing behind him.
