The lady returned with a couple of boxes, saying “We’re out of the T-bars in a four, but the single strap ones are very similar.”
Michael found himself feeling the fear once again, as what he’d call a girls shoe was strapped onto his foot. His knee felt significantly higher as the second shoe was fastened, and although the heels didn’t look ‘that’ high (1 ½”), they felt much higher than his other shoes. He’d also not worn shoes with a buckle since he was in infant school, and hated fiddling with them then!
“They’re very smart.” His mother said. “Do you like them?” She asked.
Michael shook his head. “They look, silly mum.” He observed as he stood up in them, holding his trouser legs up so he could see them properly. “These are girl’s shoes… they’re horrid.” He pleaded.
“I think it’s those socks that look silly.” his mother suggested, as he had his bright yellow Bart Simpson socks on. “They’ll look much better with school socks.” She smiled.
