Mum assured me she wouldn’t, but said that it’s not a secret either. “I don’t make an announcement when I buy Hannah’s undies.” she said.
“Yeah I guess.”
“Plus he’ll be more interested in your LPs.” she replied. “Are you gonna put some tights on when we get in?”
“I guess.”
“Which ones?”
“I think I’ll try the brown ones.” I replied. “With shorts and my new T shirt.”
“Undies?” Mum asked.
“I’ve got some on.”
“Oh yes I’d forgotten!” she exclaimed. “Are they nice to wear?”
“They’re OK.”
“I’m gonna have to see how they look.” Mum told me. “Not today, but one day.” she added.
“I figured as much.” I said.
Dad was impressed with my records and reminisced over how own long gone record collection. “They’d be worth a fortune these days.” he dreamt. Mum told him that he’d have to take me around the vintage vinyl shops one day, adding that most LPs were £20+ in HMV.
Hannah, being familiar with both LPs I’d bought said she wanted to listen to Muse first. I agreed, but wanted a moment to put my stuff away and change first. It was weirdly exciting putting my knickers, vests and tights into my underwear and sock drawers. Putting the girlie pelerine knee socks away was just weird. I stripped down to my boyshorts and bralette and spent a few seconds admiring its delicate, dainty styling before pulling a pair of my very own tights up my legs. They don’t look so great on their own but with a pair of shorts, they look fantastic. I pull on my new T shirt and I’m surprised at how broad its neck is. I thought it’d just be a standard skinny fit tee that could just pass as boyish, but with its ‘boat’ neck, little pin-tucked sleeves and lettuce edge hem, its clearly very girlie. I love it! I push my stockinged feet in to my new ballet pumps just as my sister taps on the door.
