Peter took exception to my use of the word ‘your’, before removing his top, revealing ‘my’ bra and quickly donning the fitted lime green jumper. I smiled as he stood and tended to his undies, hiding them beneath the waistband of his shorts. “What about shoes?” he asked.
“Oh er…” I cast my eyes over the shoes I’m selling and wondered which would look best. “Try these.” I said, handing him a pair of black ballet pumps with a bow detail on the front.
“At last!” he jovially exclaimed. “Flats!”
“Do they fit?” I asked as he slid his stockinged feet into them.
“Er… yeah.” he replied. “I always wondered how shoes like this stay on…” he commented. “…but they do.” he said as he lifted and flexed his feet.
“They are the world’s most comfy shoes… especially after heels.”
“They are comfy…. can’t see ’em being much fun in winter though.”
“They’re not bad.” I replied. Having been a schoolgirl, I know just how much boys say thing like, aren’t you freezing in your uniform? and it’s winter and you’re still wearing knee socks! and how can you be not be freezing in just a skirt? And being a girl, I know that boys are just ignorant on such matters. Girl’s are more resilient to the elements. Winter sun on bare legs can be quite warming if there’s not much wind. Thick tights are just as warm as thin trousers and little shoes are fine, most of the time. “I think when it comes to winter, girls are just tougher than boys.”
“Nah, it’s practise… you’re just used to it. If I’d grown up wearing skirts and dresses, I’d be the same.” Peter claimed. He looked down at himself and questioned the ‘point’ of cropping a jumper.
“I’ll show you.” I said before putting him in the corner and telling him how to stand. I took a snap and showed it too him.
“What?”
“It’s looks cute.” I grinned.
“You can see my bra through it.”
“Yeah… it looks OK but…”
“But what?”
“Maybe you should wear a different one.”
“Bra or jumper?”
“Bra of course.”
“If you’d told me yesterday that I’d be wearing Mum’s knickers and your bras and loads of make-up to model clothes on FleaBay… I’d have said you’d gone crazy.”
“Yet here you are…” I smiled.
“At least I’m gonna get paid for it.”
“Hopefully… we have to sell them first.” I stated. “Can I redo your lippy?”
“Why?”
“Because it needs it.” I replied. “Do you want to try?” I asked, handing him the lipstick and gloss. “…whilst I find you a bra.” Reluctantly, he took them whilst I opened my underwear drawer and began to rummage.
“Is that OK?” he asked as I shut the drawer.
“Perfect.” I said, you’re a natural.” I claimed, “Is this OK?”
“It’s a bit lacy.”
“They all are, pretty much.” I replied. “At least this is more of a crop-top.”