"What have we here?" my mother asked as I stood admiring my legs in the heels my sister had offered to let me try walking in.

My sister had offered to let me try to walk in her heels. It wouldn't have been so bad if I'd been only wearing the heels. But no, I was decked out in full lingerie and a dress as well. Tara had slyly cajoled me into the outfit as she pieced together the argument that in order to get the nearly too tight shoes on, I need the pantyhose. Boxers would never do under them; hence panties. The robe she'd loaned me was too short to cover if I was going to move around at all, so the half-slip. You can't go around in a half-slip, so the dress. The dress wouldn't hang right with no bust line, solution; the stuffed bra.

My sister explained it all to Mom as though it was the most logical thing in the world.

"Is that all true, what Tara said," Mom wanted to know. I nodded, not yet sure I wasn't in trouble. I mean, boys aren't supposed to wear girl's clothes. "So, how long do you think you'll need to practice in the two inch heels before you're ready to try the stilettos?"

I looked to Tara. "Well, he's been wearing those since before noon. If he keeps them on the rest of today and then wears them again tomorrow; maybe the day after, if he does real good tomorrow," she offered.

"What do you think, Alex? Do you think you're up for that much time like this?"

No mention of the right or wrong of me doing it, just am I up for it.

"I guess."

"Well then, if you're going to dress like that, let's do something with your hair so your head looks like it belongs with the rest of you," Mom stated.

Again decked out in clean panties and yet another dress, the day went by like lightening and by noon, I was totally oblivious to what I was wearing. As I was getting ready for bed that night, my sister poked her head into the room.

"Hey, tomorrow is stiletto day. I think you should wear something special." She brought in her one and only fancy dress. She looked at least 18 when she wore it.

After I talked to Mom. "I really like the way my legs look when I wear Tara's heels. I've got some money saved up. Do you think it'd be OK if I bought some of my own?"

"You'd need to get your own pantyhose and some different underwear," she told me.

"I know."

"OK; I'll drop you and your sister at the mall tomorrow, but you have to buy it all yourself. Your sister's there only because you're so young."

I think she thought I wouldn't have the courage. NOT!

Patricia Marie Allen is also the author of: Michelle’s Summer of Discovery, Dumb Bet, The Crush; Pattie’s Dilemma, An Invitation to Come Out, The CNA, It Was His Mistake… So Why Am I Dressed Like This, I Should Have Seen It Coming, Girls Aren't So Yukky After All, A TV's Dream, Millie's Release, Lady Bugs Revisited, Jamie Finds Acceptance, Tight Money, Silence is Golden, Dear Dr. Laura, and My Cousin's Clothes; all available on Big Closet Top Shelf. The CNA, A TV's Dream, My Cousin's Clothes and a new work, Michelle's Summer of Discovery are also available at Smashwords in all eReader formats .