“These knickers are so tight I can’t even feel them,” I said as I ran my hands over my hips.
I knew I was exaggerating a bit as I can feel them and they feel flat.
I slipped my feet into the only item of my outfit that feels familiar;
a pair of Mum’s court shoes that fit me like a glove…
or a shoe, even.
Mum said I was a natural in heels and I agree with her,
although I’d much rather wear flat shoes…
boy’s flat shoes to be specific.
I spent much of the afternoon in the role of Mum’s PA;
tending the printer,
sorting invoices and making coffee…
plenty of coffee.
