“Well, it wouldn’t look as nice on a hanger,” I replied in a matter-of-fact tone. “Plus Granny said the pattern was about your size…” I said, “I think she was hoping I’d make it for you.” I smiled. “…and it does look very nice on… much nicer than on a silly hanger.”
His mind was clearly racing. He slumped his head in his shoulders and sighed. “Well…” he peeped. “Can’t I change into it there?” he asked.
“Well you’ve got it on now…. come on, put your panties on too… I made them from the offcuts.”
“Oh, mum…” he moaned. “I don’t want to.”
“Oh please Peter… they took me a long time to make and I want to see how they look… do they fit you ok?”
I pursed my lips and grinned a broad grin. I could also see why he was so reluctant to show them to me.
