“We may as well be wearing skirts,” Michael said as he looked down at himself. “I’m going to feel such an idiot walking to school like this.”
“I did suggest a skirt in the shop love.” His mother reminded him. “Now I can always pick you one up if you don’t like the shorts.” She mischievously suggested.
Michael shook his head.
“I didn’t think so.” His mother said. “And in spite of how you feel, I think you look very nice.”
Michael looked down at himself once more and frowned, “Can I take it off now?”
“You haven’t tried the shoes yet.” His mother replied.
Michael shuffled impatiently, eager to wear normal clothes again. “But I tried them on in the shop.”
“I know they fit, but I want to see them with the rest of your uniform.” His mother smiled. “Here, put these on.” She said as she passed him the pair of white knee socks.
