So Heather rings Jennifer and arranges to go out for a drink and catch up. Back when Peter was young, Jennifer was fully aware of his occasional dress days when he was naughty, so the thought of petticoating him once again shouldn’t be too much of a shock. In fact when the conversation moves on to Peter and the path he’s headed down, It’s Jennifer who suggests putting him dresses again.
“It’s funny you should say that Jen.” Heather says, “Because I’ve been thinking the exact same thing”
Jennifer listens intently to Heather’s plan… and although she can’t arrange an interview as such, she can arrange an appointment to view his portfolio. “We often see young designer’s portfolios and on occasion, they’ve been so impressive a role has been created for them.”
“And the idea of him attending this appointment completely feminised isn’t too repulsive?”
“Well we wouldn’t refuse a transvestite or transsexual… so a petticoated boy won’t be a problem.”
“Excellent.”
“So… how are you planning on getting him to wear a dress for the occasion?”
“Actually I was thinking more along the lines of a trouser suit… something fitted and feminine yet not so much so that I can’t convince him it’s merely a tailored suit.” Heather replies.
So the appointment is booked and Heather proudly tells her son the good news.
“Really?!” he says enthusiastically.
“Now it’s just an appointment so they can see your work… if they’re impressed then you might be offered a job.” she explains, “I’ll buy you a suit and some smart shoes, but you’ll have to get your hair cut.”
“Well if it’s just an appointment, surely I can go as I am?”
“No Peter… a friend of mine has gone to great lengths to arrange this for you… so I want you looking decent… if you can’t make an effort with your appearance they’re not going to take your portfolio quite so seriously.”
“OK.” he replies, clearly not keen on smartening himself up for any occasion.
When his mother presents him with his suit, he’s too ignorant to realise it’s a woman’s suit, nor does he notice the plain white shirt is really a blouse. His appointment is at 1pm and she’s booked him a hair appointment for 10am. He doesn’t once question her motives until she takes him to Margo’s.
“This is a ladies salon Mum.”
“Well she can do men’s hair too… and I can trust Margo to do a good job.” his mother reassures as they enter. “Hi Margo.. this is my son Peter.”
“Hello Peter.” Margo says, looking him up and down. “Your mother tells me you’ve got an important interview today.”
“Well, it’s just an appointment so they can look at my portfolio.” he replies, raising the A3 black folder he’s carrying.