Peter slumped and sighed and stared at the screen. “Well… yeah I guess.”
“Which means it looks nice on you.” I informed him. “It looked nice on me too when I could fit into it.” I said.
“You could by a new one when you sell it.” he suggested.
I wanted to tell him that I didn’t want to sell it, but wanted him to have it instead. “True.” is what I did say. I’ve been getting so engrossed about my brother wearing my old clothes that I’d forgotten all about my potential new clothes. “I new tea dress would be nice.” I added as I imagined us both wearing tea-dresses.
We continued editing the images in relative silence for a while. “How come you’ve got so many pairs of shorts that all look the same?” he asked.
“Because they don’t all fit the same.” I replied as I looked at his screen which showed seven or ten thumbnails of him wearing various pairs of blue denim shorts. I pointed out that some hug his hips and thighs and some don’t. That some are a little shorter than others, or have a frayed hem whilst others are turned up. There’s various arrangements of pockets, different shades of blue, high waists, hipsters and so on. “Little things make a big difference in how they look and feel.” I informed him. “Those suit you, those ones don’t.” I said, pointing out two of the images.
“They look better with black tights than those nude things.” he replied.
I agreed and told him that little denim shorts like those look great with leggings too. “We never tried that combo did we?”
“No but I can imagine.” he gulped.
“Wanna try it?”
“Can we just get on with this?” he asked in an impatient tone.
“OK.” I moaned as I set my eyes on my laptop screen. Peter’s were focused on his. “But I’m going to keep pestering you to try something else until you give in.”
“I know.” he groaned.
I grinned to myself. It was a triumphant grin. I know he wants to dress up again but he just can’t admit it. He knows it too and he’s pretty much admitted that he will give in. We tapped away, editing the images for a while before I thought of something. “You know what I didn’t get round to sorting through?”
“What?”
“My nighties and jim-jams.” I replied. “I must have about twenty altogether and a good half of them I never wear.”
“Oh.” he groaned.
I said nothing more. We continued working through the images until we’d had enough. There’s plenty more to do but we’ll continue tomorrow evening. It wasn’t just a ploy… I really had forgotten about my nightwear. Sorting it into two piles, one to keep and one to sell took a matter of minutes and I wondered if pestering my brother to model them would be a bit mean of me. It would be easier to photograph them on clothes hangers but… I dunno. I decide to do the decent thing and ask, so tap quietly on his bedroom door. There’s no answer which means he’s still downstairs. I consider going down but instead I return to my room and grab the bundle if nightwear, before quietly entering my brother’s room and laying it neatly on his duvet, before creeping back to my room. Three pairs of nice pyjamas, four nighties and a few cami/shorts sets await him. Will he wear something or just put them to one side? I wonder. No one need know if he did.