“Aren’t you going to stay and watch?”
“No… I’ll leave you two to it.” she replied before leaving. I fiddled with my camera and made sure the area he’d be standing in was free of clutter, then chose the next combination of jeans and top.
Peter returned a few minutes later. His cheeks looked flushed but it was his chest that drew my gaze. “I’m beginning to wish I’d never agreed to this.” he said, before telling me that Mum’s just been in his room making a big fuss, adjusting the bra straps for him and showing him how to convincingly stuff it with a couple of socks and suggesting he should really wear some make-up too.
