A hand ran across the bathroom mirror.

Wiping away the steam from a shower, AND staring into the mirror was a boy named Felix.

Felix was, five foot five inches, and what could be described as a petite build.

A finger pulled open his cheek to check his teeth and he stuck out his pink tongue.

“eh, I can go a little longer without brushing you guys,” he said and adjusted his mouth.

Wiping the mirror off some more he reaches for the towel on his head and started rubbing his hair.

Whilst rubbing his hair dry, he starts to dance, whistling for a moment,

After which Felix starts to sing in a nasally high pitched voice,

“Gonna take your momma out all night…yeah, show her what’s it’s all about…”

Pulling the towel down from his rust-colored hair, he continued to mumble and hum to the rest of the song.

 

He had dried himself off and stood in front of the long mirror of his room,

“why do I do this… I… I just don’t get myself sometimes…” he sighed

Felix reached to his right, into an open drawer with some shirts sifted to the side, and pulled out the first article of clothing.

A light green cotton training top with a small leaf design in the center.

With a shallow breath, he slipped it on carefully, reaching behind himself to hook it.

Felix smiled at how it contrasted slightly from his own skin.

“God I’m so weird….” he said, as he let the towel drop.

Reaching into the drawer again Felix pulled out a matching pair of undergarments.

Stretching them out, in front of the mirror, he bend down.

One foot in, then the next.

“So weird… but I make it look good,” he said and smiled.

 

With a skip in his step, he walked towards his closet and opened it.

Careful to stay out of the window, he pulled out a white button-up blouse and slipped it on over his shoulders.

Walking back to the dresser to get a few more things, Felix said to himself

“ I’m glad mom and dad work all day…”

He pulled out a pair of socks and plopped onto his bed.

Slipping the socks on he hopped back onto his feet.

Looking into the mirror he smiled, gave a pout, and wink to the ‘girl’ staring back.

Reaching to his chest to adjust the top, before walked out the door, leaving it ajar just in case he needed to run back upstairs.

Out the room he walked, putting a sway to his step, and making sure the curtains were drawn, on the small two-story house.

Down the half flight of stairs, he walked, smiling with a blush from the way the cotton rubbed into him.

Digging his feet into the thick carpet as he walked to the TV room,  he took the remote and flipped on the TV.

Dropping it on the recliner, he walked into the adjacent kitchen.

Whistling he opened the fridge and rummaged through, bent over he giggled at the thought of anyone seeing him.

Quickly Felixcovered his mouth,

“I have to stop doing that” he said with a sigh as he shook his head.

Medium rust-colored locks of hair went from being slicked back, to being down and loose.

This gave more the impression of a girl who sat in the chair.

“Listen to all y’all it’s a sabotage…listen to all y’all it’s a sabotage!” he sang out and pulled some leftover pizza and the carton of orange juice.

Back to the TV, he went, setting the pizza and orange juice on a table by the recliner.

 

He flipped the channels, trying to find something to watch.

Enjoying the feeling he was slowly losing interest in the TV.

“I should stop this…” he said to himself, once again.

He tried to decide what to do, get off right there? Or try and beat off the feeling.

 

He had almost come to a decision when the phone rang.

Felix snapped out of his state and shook his head.

Glaring at the phone hanging in the kitchen, he said to himself,

“Guess I should get that,”

Felix rolled out of the recliner, then walked to the phone.

Lifting it up the phone, he rested it between his ear and shoulder,

“Hello?”

“Hey Felix, it’s Ginger, what up?” came the voice of his best friend, not girlfriend, just best,

“Oh hey Ginger Snap, nothin much here, how bout yourself?” he replied casually as if nothing suspicious was going on

“what did I tell you about calling me that Felix my boy?”

“That you’ll beat me with a sack of oranges?” he snickered

“Yeah, that’s right… anyways, not much is up, just seeing if you want to hang out today, maybe tonight?”

He thought for a moment and wrapped the exceedingly long phone cord around his hand.

“yeah, sure…” looking to clock, it said one, he still had an hour to enjoy his softer clothing till his parents got home.

“what about six? Does that sound good to you?”

“Sure does”

“Ok, see you at six.”

 

Felix finally hung up the phone, yawning and patting his belly with a smile.

He stretched, the phone call had distracted him from his concentration.

Walking past the kitchen and the clock, he didn’t notice, it read an hour later.

It was now Two ‘o clock,

Having been on the phone for so long didn’t really occur to him.

This was until he heard the front door opening.

“Felix! I’m home!”

It was his mom, back for the evening from her classes.

“Where are you, Felix, I want to talk to you,” she said as she closed the door behind her.

Her heels clicked on the floor as his heart pounded.

She was walking closer.

Running to the couch he took a blanket and wrapped it around his waist.

Holding it snug with one hand, she’d come around the corner

“Oh there you are, is everything alright? You look Flushed, and why is that blanket around your waist?”

“Ah well you see mom, you know in that one movie, where the guy is all alone, and he dances around in his underwear and such?”

“Yeah, I know that movie, what about it…oh, you were acting it out?”

“Yeah, I was acting it out. And you just kinda caught me, that’s all…and…um I’m going to put some pants on…” he said and started to walk away from her, heading towards the stairs.

All the while she continued to watch him from the back.

As he turned to walk up the stairs she blinked, finally having noticed everything.

The subtle outline of the top, and through the afghan, she saw the green of the undergarment.

“Felix, what are you wearing underneath that blanket?”

She followed him slowly, and he froze, turning to look at her.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said.

Felix turned around, holding the afghan a little closer and bent forward to hide the cups of the top from showing through the shirt.

“Listen, Felix, I know what your hiding, so just admit it,” she said in a concerted manner.

Felix gulped, knowing he was beaten at this point

“O…ok mom…I admit…I like to…” he sighed, his face only growing redder by the moment.

“You like to what?” she asked, as she tapped her foot on the floor

“I…like to dress up when you and dad are away. I like to dress up in girl’s clothing…there. Now, how did you…how long did you know!” he said with a gulp

“I just found out, and I actually didn’t know, but it was easier to make you admit that,” she said with crossed arms of triumph.

 

“What?! You tricked me to get your answer?”

She nodded as he flared, letting go of the afghan.

“I can’t believe you tricked me, with such an underhanded maneuver. You know does that? A jerk that’s who” he said with frustration and embarrassment very obvious.

“I don’t think you’re in the position to yell at me, young man. I think you have some explaining to do to me. Unless you’d like me to get your father in on this”

“Da…dad?” he shivered from the thought, and gulped, looking down.

“I really don’t know where to start mom, it’s just part of me, of who I am” he said.

She looked empathetic at him, concerned as most mothers would.

Motioning for him to step forward, he did so, but stepped on the afghan, pulling down quickly.

He looked to her, then down.

She looked at him, then down.

her concerned face went to a smirk, and light snort of a chuckle.

“Felix…” she started, putting a hand to her mouth.

“M…mom don’t even say a…word.”

She would cut him off right there with her laugh.

“Oh my god Felix, those are adorable on you, where’d you get those!” she asked and stepped closer, walking around to get a better look of the snug cotton that he wore.

“I got them at the Westgate Mall mom”

“Westgate? Why there, I mean, is it when I dropped you off?” she asked and looked him over.

“yes, Westgate, half an hour away Westgate.”

“Why there?”

“It’s far enough where people wouldn’t recognize me, and I’d have more of a chance to get away with looking like a girl…”

“Wait, you can look like a girl?”

“Yeah, I can, here,” he said and reached up, scratching his hair quickly, to displace and make it seem thicker and

“see… that’s how I do it.”

“And they didn’t question you?”

“Nope,” he said with a confidant smile, not too sure what to be confident about.

“I just lied a little”

“Lied? My son lying! I am shocked and appalled!”

that caused a pause between the two before a burst of laughter erupted from them both.

“What did you tell them if I may ask?”

“Well, I really didn’t want to tell them anything.  When one of the ladies asked me if I wanted any help, I just said ‘I wanted to shop for a training top on my own. I bought these, hung around Westgate for a while, got a smoothie…then had you pick me up” he said, leading into one thing then the next

“ok, I was just asking about the top and undergarment, not your day”

“Could you please not call them that mom, it makes it awkward…”

“Wait, you think that is awkward? Me, calling your bra and panties, bra and panties?

“well, I want you to do this Felix, run upstairs and change. Do you have any plans?”

“Uh yeah, I was going to go meet Ginger at the mall…if that’s alright” he said and tugged on his collar

“yeah sure, you should go while I talk to your father about all this,” she said as he left her grasp and hurried up the stairs.

Wondering what was going to happen next.

Wondering how all this would play out, especially with his dad, and further wondering, what would he get for dinner.

Chinese seemed tasty, but so did tacos.