I sighed and slipped the remote into my jacket pocket, then I frowned as I took another look at the feminine legs that were supporting my still very male upper half. Rocking on my heeled boots, I then shook my head and rubbed my flat crotch. I was startled when my mother snapped me back to reality. "Michael, really?" she berated me. "I taught you better than to feel yourself up in public didn't I?" she said.
"Huh, I guess so!" I shrugged, taking my hand away from my covered vagina. Then it crossed my mind that my lower body was now at 10 or more years older than the rest of my body, which wasn't perfect.
"Here, how about this skirt, that would really show off those gorgeous legs of yours" my mom suddenly said, holding a white skirt up to my waist.
I was quick to protest. "Mom!! I said no skirts okay" I told her.
"Look, you've never been one for fashion I know, so I'm giving you a woman's viewpoint" my mom said firmly.
I knew I wasn't going to win this argument. "Fine, buy it for me, doesn't mean I'll wear it" I grumbled.
My mother threw me a disapproving stare. "There's the changing room, go and try it on, and here take this black one too, that'll go well with your black jacket for that job interview you have next week" she said, passing me a second skirt.
"Really??" I groaned.
My mother said nothing, just stood there with her hands on her hips and arching an eyebrow. "Fine!" I sighed, taking both skirt in hand and making my way over to the changing rooms, near to where the store assistant Kelly was working tidying some clothing racks. I smiled at her as I passed, but it was a feigned smile. I found nothing pleasant about my current situation.
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