Steve stared at the options his mother had laid out for him. A two pairs of joggers, one sky blue and the other a pastel green, and some denim shorts.
“These are all too girly mom” he sighed, “I can’t wear these to school!”
“We’ll I’m sorry Stevie, but that’s all Ems has that’s not skirts” Anne replied crossing her arms in frustration, “you just need to pick something” she added. Steve pouted again. It was true, Emma was a very girly child, and tended to go for skirts and tights, anything she thought was pretty. He shivered, feeling cold standing there in just a white t-shirt and panties. Emma was sat on her bed, her legs dangling down with her toes just brushing the floor. She was already dressed in a sparkly princess top, and a pair of Jason’s jeans.
“Ooh, what about my dungees?” She piped up, pointing at the dungarees she wore the day before. Steve picked them up from the piled on the floor and held them up, sure enough they had grown to fit his size. He turned them round and spotted the embroidered stars on the back pocket.
“I could make these work” he muttered, as he pulled them on. They weren’t made of actual denim, but a stretchy material that looked just like it. He pulled them up over his hips, feeling the elasticated waistband squeeze gently. He pulled the straps over his shoulders and started fumbling with the clasps. He growled in frustration as they kept coming undone. Anne rolled her eyes and grabbed them.
“Here, let me!” She grumbled as she fastened them up for him.
“Thanks mommy” he muttered, “er Mom” he quickly corrected. Emma giggled at the sight of her older brother stood there in her favourite dungarees.
“You look pretty Stevie” she chuckled, and he scowled back her.
“They do really suit you” Anne added, “you could do with a haircut though” she added, indicating his slightly messy hair that had seemingly grown overnight. Steve blushed and tried to flatten it down by tucking an errant strand behind his ear. Anne reached into a drawer and handed him a pair of ankle socks. He quickly took them and headed back to his room. He pulled the socks on, then grabbed his favourite baggy hoody. He threw it on the cover the dungaree straps, thankful that it was long enough to hide the stars now emblazoned over his backside.
“This could work” he muttered to himself as he headed downstairs to join everyone else. Once again Anne was still in her sleepwear, busy making breakfast. Emma was already munching away on some toast, and Jason had already left for work. Steve reached for some toast, then decided he actually fancied some cereal. He grabbed a box without looking and poured himself a bowl. It was until he poured the milk in, that he noticed he’d grabbed Emma’s “My Little Pony” branded stuff.
“Dont waste that!” Anne chided as he went push the bowl away. Steve reluctantly took spoonful and found the sugar taste to be quite nice. Before he new it he had finished the bowl, and was chugging down some orange juice.
“Right, get going or you’ll be late!” Anne said, “I’ve left a pair of Emma’s trainers by the door for you” she added. Steve was thankful they were a plain white pair, with just a hint of a pink stripe on the heel. He slipped them on and was out the door.
