“It looks like a skirt.” Michael moaned as he looked down at himself.

“Not from behind love.” His mother reassured before drawing his attention to a mirror in which he could have a better look.

As he approached the mirror all he saw was a burgundy PE skirt. His mother told him to turn around for a proper look. He turned and watched as the numerous knife pleats came into full view; fanning down from his waist and holding the garment out slightly. From the side, it looked just like a skirt too and the mortified boy continued slowly rotating.

“They’re nice aren’t they?” His mother commented.

“They are.” Agreed the assistant.

Michael didn’t respond, he just rotated and observed the garment he wore in disbelief. Once he could see his rear, he could see where the garment became a pair of shorts. The two legs were just visible between the knife pleats. He lifted his knee and the legs became more obvious. Although he knew full well the skort looked like a skirt from the front and sides, the fact one could tell they were really a pair of shorts from the back was a small yet significant consolation.