Linda looked momentarily confused, looking at the girl and down at herself. She was still wearing what she'd worn to work that day. A red blouse, long white skirt, and a sensible pair of shoes. She had this sudden feeling that they were entirely too uncomfortable. She slipped off the shoes, and got up and slipped off the skirt, revealing she was wearing a pair of pink shorts under it. She pulled the red blouse over her head, revealing a pink t-shirt.
"C'mon, I'll show you my dollies," Stacy told Linda. The somewhat disoriented Linda began to follow her. Stacy turned back to Mikey. "Playing House is not stupid," she told him.
He confronted her, blocking her path. "What did you do to my Mom?" He was taller than her. He wasn't taller than his mother, but she seemed to be doing whatever Stacy said.
"We're not going to play dress up anymore..." Stacy looked at him. "Unless you want to play with us..." she said., with mock innocence. "Linda...would you like it if Mikey played with us?"
"But he's a boy..." Linda said, in a childish voice. As if boys were something bad.
Mikey followed her gaze, seeing the discarded red blouse and white skirt.
"We can even play more dress up...if you want..." Stacy said.
Mikey found his hands moving toward the white skirt and stepping into it, pulling it up over his shorts, then taking the red blouse and sticking his head inside. He momentarily couldn't find the neck hole, it being so big on him, but he got it on. The clothes were gigantic, feeling like a tent covering his entire body...he wasn't sure how she'd forced him to do it, but it felt like his hands had a mind of their own.
"You look pretty," Stacy giggled.
