They sat in silence for a few moments. Peter thought about everything that’s wrong with going to an EP school whilst Carol’s thoughts were more positive. He reluctantly tells her about his swimming costume, which is just like a girl’s one. “Well at least it won’t come off when you dive in… that can happen with swimming trunks.” Carol knowingly stated.
“True.” Peter glumly agreed. “I’d rather wear trunks though… but I don’t have any any more so if I want to go swimming, it’s a swimsuit.”
“What colour is it?”
“My school one’s green and my own is blue.” he tells her. “They are made for boys but…” he tailed off.
“But?”
“Well… they look like a girl’s swimsuit.”
“That doesn’t matter… I guess androgynous is a more appropriate term.” Carol wisely stated before asking if she can see his legs. “Have you shaved them recently?” she asked.
“Last week.” he said as he pulled up the leg of his jeans. “They’re a bit bristly.” he added as he pulled his fingertips up his shin.
“Uh… I thought you’d have shaved them specially for me.” a slightly disappointed Carol replied.
“Nah, it’s mid-term which means a week of flat shoes, no tights and no need to shave… well… not my legs anyway. ” he said. “I shaved my chin specially.” he grinned.
“I noticed.” she smiled as she stroked his cheek and chin. “I love shaving my legs and feeling all smooth afterwards. Do you shave your pits too?” she asked. Peter nodded. “Cool.” she smiled.
“I prefer shaving in the bath than the shower.” he said, “But running a bath and cleaning it out afterwards takes ages.”
“I never do my legs in the shower… gotta be a bath with loads of bubbles and rinsing it out doesn’t take that long, plus by that point I’m swishing about in silky jim-jams, they feel gorgeous next to freshly shaved legs.”
“I like sliding into bed after shaving them… and pulling my tights up the morning after’s nice too.”
“Try sliding into bed with silky pyjamas and freshly shaved legs… it’s heaven!”
“I ain’t got any.” Peter replied. “Not silky ones anyway.”
“You should get some… I might get you some… when’s your birthday?”
“June 16th.” he informed her.
“That’s ages away.” she sighed. “Tell you what else feels really nice next to freshly shaved legs…”
“What?”
“A really nice dress.” she said as she bounced off her bed and bounded towards the wardrobe. “Something like this.” she said removing a knee length floaty frock and holding it against herself.
“I couldn’t imagine wearing something like that.” Peter said as he imagined wearing the dainty floral print frock. “If I was gonna wear girl’s clothes… proper ones, not my uniform…” he said. “I’d rather something like you’re wearing.”
“You like these?” she asked, looking down at her short denim shorts.
“Yeah they’re cool.” he said. “Kate dresses like that half the time too.”
“It’s a very standard look these days.” Carol replied. “It’s easy, comfy, casual.” she said. “This, on the other hand…” she said, holding the dress against herself again. “…is pretty, floaty, feminine…”
“That’s the bit that worries me.”
“Feeling feminine?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t knock it ’til you’ve tried it.” she smiled.
“I have.” Peter dryly replied.
“Only to an extent though.” Carol said. “All you have is your school skirt and wearing that feels nothing at all like wearing something like this.” she said, swishing the frock left and right. “Wanna try it?”
“Er… nah… thanks.”
“Don’t you like it?”
“I’m sure you’d look nice in it… I can’t imagine it on me though.”
“So you keep saying… which is why you should try it.” she replied. “You may not like how it looks but I guarantee you’ll like how it feels.”
“But… yer Mum might walk in.”
“She’d knock first… she won’t just barge in.” Carol claimed. “Or don’t you want me to see your undies?” she asked.
“Well there is that.”
“Right… well…” she glanced around her room. “I’ll hide under my bed whilst you change.” she suggested.