“I can’t wait.” he sarcastically said as he put his feet into the floral shorts. I took as many pictures as needed before giving him his next ensemble; black tailored shorts and a navy blue top with a white pan collar. “What’s the point of having the buttons on the back?” he asked as I helped him into the blouse.
“So it looks nicer from the front.” I replied.
“But it must be a pain. Does Mum have to do the buttons every time you wear it?”
“No.” I grinned. “Girl’s are adept enough to do them ourselves.”
“I don’t think I’d be able to do them myself.” he said. To be fair, there are lots of little fiddly buttons on this top so it’s not exactly the easiest back fastener. “I feel like I’m being trapped in it.” he said.
“Good.” I grinned. “I can’t wait to button you into a dress… then you’ll be stuck.” I chuckled.
“I’m sure I’d be able to rip it off.” he claimed. “More heels?” he protested when I gave him some footwear.
“You only have to stand up in them… it’s not like I’m going to send you to the shop.”
“I guess.” he sighed. Snap snap snap. I helped him out of his button back blouse. He helped himself out of the shorts. I gave him a really cute pair of shorts which he predictably sneered at. I couldn’t blame him… in a way they’re too cute for me. “Stop laughing!” he whined as I grinned at him.
“I’m not laughing, I’m smiling.” I stated as my grin grew to gargantuan proportions.
“Have you found a top yet?” he mournfully asked.