A Sissy’s Tap Dance Lesson

Sissy Peterkins watched his older sister Sally practicing her tap dancing in the back garden, and noticing he was intrigued, she offered to teach him some steps. “Now the basic steps are…” his sister demonstrates, and Peter tries his best to do them. “That’s really good Peter,” she says after ten minutes.

“No, it isn’t… I’m rubbish,” he replies. “I just went thump thump thump… but when you do it, it’s tap tap tap.”

“That’s because you’re not wearing tap shoes,” she says, showing him the soles of her shoes. “But you can do the steps quite well for a beginner.” She gets him to try something a little more difficult, and again he gets the hang of it after a few minutes.

She’s really impressed but he’s less keen because when she does it, it sounds like tap dancing and when he does it it’s just thump thump thump. Sally tells him to wait and disappears inside the house. Peter practices until she returns. “These are my old ones so they might fit you,” she says.

Peter sits down and removes his trainers, before squeezing his foot inside the black tap shoe. “I think they’re too small.”

“Take your socks off… they’re too thick,” she suggests. Peter removes his sock and squeezes his foot inside. “Better?” his sister asks.

“Kind of… but won’t they rub without socks,” he replies as his bare skin rubs against the leather.

“I’ll get you some thin ones.” his sister says before she runs indoors and returns within a minute. “Try these.” she said, “They’re called ‘pop’ socks.”

Peter pulls the thin pop socks on before effortlessly sliding his feet inside the tap shoes. He fastens the buckles and stands up… and slowly goes through the basic steps his sister has taught him. A broad grin crosses his face as his feet finally produce the same tap tap tap sound as his sister’s, and they spend the next hour or so dancing on the patio.

Their mother is used to the sound of her daughter tapping away in the back yard… but on hearing what sounds like two pairs of feet, goes to investigate. “Oh it’s you Peter… I wondered who Sally was dancing with.”

“I’ve been teaching him some steps and he’s really good!” Sally proudly states, before telling Peter to demonstrate what he’s learnt so far.

“That is good Peter.” his mother replies, “Are those Sally’s shoes?” she asks, looking at his feet.

“Yes,” Peter replied. “My own shoes just went thump thump thump!” he explained, looking down at his feet. “These are much better,” he adds, tapping them rhythmically on the decking.

Their mother tells them that supper would be ready soon, so they have a last practice before going indoors. They have supper and Mother says it’s nice to see them doing something together for a change. As usual, Peter and Sally wash, dry and put away the dishes before wiping the dining table and kitchen worktops.

Later, Peter joins his mother and sister in the sitting room where they watch TV, and sits himself in his usual chair. “You’ve still got Sally’s tap shoes on I see.” his mother says, looking at his feet.

“Oh er… yeah,” Peter replied. “I forgot.”

“That’s quite a high heel for a boy, are they comfortable?”

Peter put his foot on his knee and pays closer attention to the heel. “That’s not high,” he replied, looking at his mothers feet. “Yours are loads higher.”

“They’re high for a boy.” his mother reiterated, “But if you can dance in them… they mustn’t be too high for you.”

Peter looked at his foot, clad in his sister’s feminine tap shoe and thin white pop sock. He hadn’t really given the style a second thought… but thinking about it, maybe they are a bit girlie.

“Hey peter… you should come to dance class with me this Saturday!” Sally interjects.

Peter doesn’t look overly keen. “It’ll be full of girls though.”

“Well yes…. but boys can go too,” Sally replies. “Just because it’s all girls doesn’t mean it’s only girls,” she adds. “Can he mum? Can he?” she asks.

“It’s up to you Peter.” their mother says. “If you want to go then you can.” She glances at his feet once more. “You certainly seem to have a talent for it.”

Over the next few days, Peter dons the pop socks and tap shoes and practises with his sister in the garden. Mother is happy that they finally have something in common, but isn’t too sure about the Mary Jane style tap shoes and white pop socks he seems happy enough to wear.

The following week, Sally takes her brother to her tap dancing class and introduces him to Miss Baxter, the dance teacher.

“Welcome Peter. You want to learn to tap dance?” she smiles, he nods nervously. “It’ll be nice having a boy here for once,” she says, before asking him if he’s had any classes before.

“Sally’s been teaching me some steps,” Peter replies as he nervously glances around the room, feeling a little out of place.

“And he’s really good!” Sally interjects proudly. “He picked up the basics in minutes.”

“Do you have any tap shoes?” the teacher asks.

“Er….” Peter unzipped his bag and removes his shoes. “I’ve been using these.”

“They’re my old ones.” Sally explains, “Mum said she’ll buy him his own if he sticks at it.”

The teacher takes the shoes and inspects them. “These are fine for now,” she replies. “How do you find dancing in heels?”

“OK,” Peter replies honestly. “They’re not high.” he reckoned.

“Well, let us get started.” the teacher says, passing him his shoes. “The changing room is through that door, so you go and get ready and we’ll see you in a minute.”

Clutching his shoes, Peter walks across the floor towards the changing room as all the girls eye him with suspicion. The changing room is empty so Peter gets himself ready for his first formal tap dancing class. He knows he’s in female territory and as such, is clearly self-conscious as he steps out into the studio. A gabble of sniggers echoed around the studio as he noisily walks in his tap shoes towards his sister, whose grinning face is as welcoming as ever.

“You look great Peter,” she says, looking him up and down before glancing around the class nervously.

Peter blushes and looks down at himself, clad in the same black leotard and short skirt that Sally and all the other girls wear. He nervously looks around the studio as he feels the eyes of each and every one of them focus on him. Some giggle and point, some glance and whisper whilst others just stand and stare. He knows he’s out of place, and they know it too. He looks back at Sally who smiles reassuringly.

“Now now girl’s, we’re here to dance and not snigger.” the teacher states loudly before getting them all in lines to do their warm-up and stretching exercises.

Once the class gets underway, Peter loses his inhibitions and tries his best to keep up. Miss Baxter claps out the timing as she shouts instructions such as “on the beat!” and “with grace Lauren!”. Peter is chuffed as she occasionally shouts “Very good Peter.”

One wall of the studio is one big mirror in which Peter could see the entire class, dancing away in four long rows. All are dressed identically and he is definitely one of them. Seemingly all of the older girls have their hair tied tightly in a bun. Whereas bunches are common on those his own age or younger. He becomes conscious of his own mopped hair that just flops up and down… much like his exceedingly short skirt. “One, two, three, on-the. Beat, two, three, four. Good, two, three, four.” the teacher claps

The sound of some 20-30 pairs of feet, all tapping away in near-perfect rhythm fills his senses. He closed his eyes for a moment and just danced and listened to the sound. “This is awesome.” he thought as he opened his eyes. He looked at the reflection of the entire class and for a brief moment he wondered which one’s me? “…two, three, on-the. Beat, two three, four. Good, two, three…” the teacher continued as she paced up and down.

The only thing that set him apart from all these girls was his white knee-high pop socks (they all wore tights) and his hair. Their skirts flicked up way beyond the knicker line just as his did. If it wasn’t for his leotard, he and all the other girls would be flashing their underwear at the end of every fourth bar! He knew he should feel more embarrassed than he does in his short bouncy skirt, but seeing as this is part and parcel of a tap-dancing class, it’s fine. “…two, three, on, the-Beat, two, three, good” the teacher claps as Peter tries to keep up.

He looks at his feet and listens to the beat… making sure he taps in time. His short bouncy skirt sways this way and that and he wonders why boys don’t wear shorts instead. He looked back to the mirror and took in the entire scene of dancing feet and bouncing skirts once more. He imagined he’d look out of place out if he was the only one not wearing a skirt. “On the beat Peter… good! Three, four” the dance teacher clapped, snapping him out of his thoughts.

“…three, four. Use your arms Carol, four. its-Not river dance, four. Like, me, three, four. Good Peter…” she went on. Peter did feel very self-conscious being the only boy in a room full of girls, but every time he glanced in the mirror he knew he didn’t stand out too much. He was only one small part of a tap-dancing troupe and was enjoying every minute of it.

Once the class is over, a gabble of girls encircled Peter and tell him he was really good “…for a boy” and other such misandrous compliments. The teacher claps her hands loudly and tells the girls to stop chatting and go and change. “I have another class after this one!” she states. The girls disperse and Miss Baxter asks Peter if he’s enjoyed his first class.

“Yes Miss.” he replies, glancing at his sister.

“Well I think you’re not only very talented, but you’re also a very brave boy… so I’m more than happy for you to return next week.” she smiles.

“Yes!” Sally exclaims as her brother says thank you and smiles appreciatively.

“You don’t mind joining in a class full of girls?” the teacher asked.

“No miss,” he replied, looking down at his costume. “I mean, I felt a bit silly at first but after a while it was OK.” he explained.

“Normally boys wear shorts or track pants,” Sally said.

“But there was only this in the changing room and I thought…” Peter replied, bashfully glancing at the other girls, “Everyone else is wearing one.” he adds, shyly thumbing the hem of his skirt

The teacher smiled the broadest of grins. “I think there’s been a bit of a mix-up.”

A full-on blush crossed Peter’s face as he realises his error. Miss Baxter explains that she only expected him to change his shoes. “You didn’t have to change your clothes too.”

“You mean… I wasn’t supposed to wear this?” he asked as the grinning teacher shook her head. Peter cast his mind back to when he was sent to the changing room. He did think he’d only be changing his footwear but when he saw the leotard hanging there, he thought Mrs Baxter must have meant that he had to change his clothes too. Everyone else wore a black leotard and tiny skirt and that’s exactly what was waiting for him in the changing room. Had he realized that it was just left there, rather than put there for him, he’d have only changed his shoes. Why does hindsight always come too late, Peter glumly thought as he looked down at himself. “Sorry,” he said.

“Oh there’s no need to apologize, Peter… you’ve done nothing wrong.” the teacher reassures. Their attention is drawn by a group of girls leaving and waving bye-bye specifically to Peter. He blushes, not knowing what to make of it; teasing or friendly… who can tell?

Peter looks at his sister, then his reflection. “I’m such an idiot.” he moans.

“Bye Peter!” echoes across the studio once more.

Peter looks for the source of the sound and waves shyly in the general direction of the door. He looks back at himself in the mirror, then to his sister. “You could have said something.”

“When?” Sally asks.

“When I came out.”

After a pause, she replies, “I said you looked nice.”

“But you could have said…” Peter began.

“Hey, Sally?” A voice called from across the room. “Is your brother coming next week?”

“Think so,” Sally replies, before turning back to her brother. “I’m sorry Peter… I figured it was best to pretend it was normal… otherwise, I’d have embarrassed you.”

“I think your sister did the right thing, Peter…” Miss Baxter says, “…drawing attention to your error would have made you feel ten times more self-conscious than you looked.” she explained. “But judging by the way the girls have acted towards you, being a boy…” she says, knowing how mean they can be. “…I think they’re quite impressed,”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, on the rare occasion a boy joins… they tend to act cocky and show off… as if they’re somehow better than the girls… you know what boys can be like.”

Peter listens and agrees… so far.

“Thing is most girls don’t stand for that and soon bring them down to size… you know what girls are like.” She steps around him and looks him up and down, from his low heeled black Mary Jane’s and white knee-high pop socks. His pale white legs and short black circle skirt. His short-sleeved leotard and blond moppy hair. “I think by joining the class as you did and not being all ‘boyish’ is the best thing you could’ve done.” Miss Baxter tells him.

“Bye Pete!” another voice calls.

“See what I mean? The girls have already accepted you.” Miss Baxter smiles. “Although I’m sure you’d rather wear shorts next week, I think it would be wise to wear the leotard again.” she smiles as she places her hands on his shoulders, hoping to reassure him.

“I think you should too,” Sally says. “You were worried that you wouldn’t fit in and you don’t look silly at all.”

“I don’t know.” Peter sighed, looking down at himself again. “I figured that boys don’t come because they didn’t want to wear a skirt. But when we were dancing, I kept looking at us all in the mirror and it just seemed ‘right’.” he explained. “…but I just feel like an idiot now.” he blushed

“Well it’s an easy mistake to make Peter.” Sally said, “…and Miss Baxter’s right… I think the girls have warmed to you because…  like…” she paused, “…because they see you as one of us. Not just another boy.”

“But it was a mistake.”

“But they don’t know that,” Sally replied.

“Your sister’s right Peter. As far as the others know, you decided to wear the same as them in order to fit in… and it seems to have worked.” Miss Baxter explains. “Now I can’t tell you what to wear…” she says, glancing down at his feminine attire once more. “If you want to bring some shorts next week that’s fine… but there’ll be a leotard and skirt waiting, then you can choose either way.” she smiles. “Now why don’t you two run along? I’ll see you both next week I hope.”

Peter returns to the changing room and leaves the skirt and leotard as he found them. It all seemed so innocent when he removed them from the hook an hour ago, just as the tap shoes he’s been wearing seem innocent enough… to him at least. It doesn’t matter as long as they’re tap shoes, he thought as he carefully wound his pop socks around his outstretched fingers, and put them with the tap shoes in his bag. Back in his own clothes, he exits the changing room and joins his sister. They leave the studio and walk around the block to the car park where their mother should be waiting. Another couple of girls from the tap dancing class wave a greeting to Peter as they climb into their parent’s car. Shyly he waves back and comments that they haven’t changed out of their dance gear.

“Lots of them don’t.” Sally replied. “I think the skirts are a bit short for street wear.” she adds glancing around the car park. “No sign of mum.” she observes, before suggesting they wait on the wall. After a brief silence, and sensing that her brother is still feeling a little embarrassed, she asks. “So, apart from the mix up… did you enjoy it?”

“Yeah.” he replied. “I enjoyed it right up until I realized that I wasn’t supposed to wear the leotard that was hanging in the changing room!”

Sally grinned the broadest of grins. “So… you enjoyed it all the way from the beginning to the end?” Peter glumly nodded. “That’s great!” she said.

“You could have said something at the beginning though,” he replied.

“I know… but I didn’t know how to say it,” Sally replied. “Nobody else said anything so I thought it best not to say anything either.”

“I honestly thought that’s what we wore.” Peter stated, trying to convince himself that it wasn’t my fault!

“Well I’m glad you did.” Sally replied. “I was a bit worried how they’d react with a new boy joining… but you got off scot free.”

“What are they normally like?” he asked.

“Normally they’re fine if it’s just girls… but a few months ago a boy joined and nobody was nice to him. They’d stare and whisper and gossip about him… then push him over when Miss Baxter wasn’t looking, and claim he slipped or fell… he stopped coming after a few weeks.” Sally told him. “But he did seem to think he was better than us girls just because he was a boy…. ’til we put him in his place”

Peter gulped at ‘we put him in his place‘ yet was thankful he’d not been treated that way, so far. “You think I should wear the same thing next week then?” he asked as the words ‘they’re fine if it’s just girls‘ rattled around his skull.

“Yes. I think you should… but it’s up to you.” Sally replies. “Here’s mum,” she said, jumping off the wall.

“Did you enjoy yourself Peter?” his mother asked as he climbed onto the back seat. He told her he did and Sally told her how impressed Miss Baxter was with his dancing, and that he could come back next week. “Oh that’s good.” his mother replied. “Although it’ll be a while before I can afford to get you some tap shoes of your own… and some dance-wear.” she added.

“That’s OK.” Peter replied. “I’ve got Sally’s shoes and…” he cut himself short, not sure if he should tell his mother about the mix-up in the changing room.

“You don’t mind wearing girl’s shoes for now?” his mother asked. “I mean I would buy you some of your own but if you’re going to give up after a couple of months it’ll be a waste of money,” she explained.

“No they’re fine I guess,” he replied.

Sally looked back at her brother and cast him a broad grin. “I don’t think he minds wearing girl’s shoes. He accidentally wore a leotard and skirt too and you didn’t mind that did you?” she giggled.

“Not until I realized I wasn’t supposed to wear it.” he blushed. “I just thought that’s what we were supposed to wear!”

“What’s this?” their mother asked, wondering if she’d heard correctly. Between them, they explained the mistake and the fact that everybody was OK with it. Sally said none of the girls teased him and added that the teacher said he could wear it again next week if he doesn’t want to wear shorts.

His mother quizzed him on why he wouldn’t want to wear shorts and after a brief pause for thought, he explained. “Well, I’m the only boy and don’t want to stand out that much… plus, shorts won’t bounce around like the skirts do.”

His mother glanced at her daughter. They shared a grin before she glanced at her son through the rear view mirror. “Well if it makes you feel more comfortable blending in with a group of girls?” she says, visualizing Peter and Sally dancing side by side; black clackety shoes, white tights, matching black leotards, and bouncy little skirts. If it doesn’t bother him then it shouldn’t bother her, his mother thought.

When they arrive home their mother makes them a sandwich each along with a glass of fizzy pop. It’s a sunny day so they eat in the garden, and Sally suggests they should practice some more. “We could show mum what we learned today,” she adds. “Seeing as mum pays for our classes.”

“OK,” Peter replies.

Sally glances at her mother, then to her brother before suggesting, “I’ve got a spare leotard and skirt if you want?” she pauses as a look of reluctance sweeps her brother’s face. “I mean, you’ll get too warm in your pants and sweatshirt.” she states, looking up at the beating sun, “…and it’ll be better if we both look the part,” she adds. “Don’t you think mum?”

Their mother has been intrigued since they revealed that Peter had taken the entire class dressed just like all the other girls and, feeling like she’s missed out, she says, “That’s a very good idea.”

Ten minutes later, Sally and very sheepish Peter step out through the patio doors; Sally wears her black leotard with the Betty Baxter School of Dance logo on, with a voile wrap skirt. Whilst Peter wears a pale blue leotard and a matching skirt.” Well look at you.” their mother smiles.

Peter looks down at himself, gulps, and smiles back.

“If I’d known you looked that good in a skirt I’d have bought you one years ago.” his mother teases before they go through some of the basic routines. She watches for ten or fifteen minutes and is clearly impressed. “You are very good Peter, considering you’ve only had one lesson.” his mother says as they stop for a breather.

“Well, Sally has given me lessons too.” he replies, much to his sister’s delight.

“Would you like more drinks? It looks like very thirsty work.” Mother asks as she goes to refill the pitcher. When she returns, they’re sat at the patio table eagerly chattering. “It’s hard to believe one of these gossiping girls is my son.” she grins as she refills their glasses.

Peter blushes but doesn’t seem offended. He looks down at himself and straightens his leg, pointing his toes. He’s blatantly aware that he looks like a girl as he observes his short skirt, thin legs, pop socks, and shoes. “Oh no!” he says in a sulky voice, lifting his knee and running his fingers down his shin.

“What?” his mother says, looking at his leg, “Oh it’s just a ladder,” she says. “We’ll get you some more.”

He quizzes his mother, who explains that pop socks are very delicate and don’t last very long. “Fortunately they’re cheap so I’ll get you some more before next week.” she smiles as she pushes her fingers through his hair. “Unless you’d prefer tights?” his mother suggested. “I guess most of the other girls wear tights.”

“You can borrow some of mine if you want?” Sally offers.

Peter looks at his sister’s legs, clad in white tights which appear much thicker than his pop socks. “Aren’t they warm?” he asks.

“Not really,” Sally replies as she put her foot on the bench and runs her hand over her stockinged leg. “They’re nicer than pop socks,” she adds.

With a little prompt from their mother, Peter follows his sister to her room where she routes out a pair of tights for him. She lifts her skirt to show him they should go ‘under’ his leotard.

“I know!” he blushes.

She asks him if he knows how to put tights on, before demonstrating how to gather them up to the toe and to pull them on carefully, “Otherwise you’ll ladder them.”

Peter goes to his room and strips down to his underpants. He carefully pulls on the tights, followed by his leotard and skirt before he finally slides his stockinged feet into the tap shoes. His mother is the first to see him and she tells him he looks ‘sweet’. His sister asks him how they feel. “Well… they are a bit strange… but quite nice I guess,” he replies, looking down at himself.

“I’ll buy you some of your own for next week.” his mother suggests.

“Aren’t they expensive?” Peter asked.

“Not at all.” his mother smiled. “The shoes are but we can easily afford a leotard and some tights.”

Peter does feel a little embarrassed being dressed as a girl. But he did feel like he did fit in at his first tap class… and as his sister and the dance teacher said, the other girls accepted him because he wasn’t dressed as a boy. “OK.” Peter timidly said.

The following Saturday, Peter and his sister go to their tap class and Peter attends wearing his sister’s old tap shoes and his own leotard, circle skirt, and tights. He was self-conscious at first but the girls didn’t seem at all bothered. In fact, half of them said it was nice to see him back, which left Peter feeling warm inside.

The class is more or less the same; starting with a warm-up and stretching, followed by a variety of basic routines. Miss Baxter claps the timing and shouts instructions, frequently reminding Peter to concentrate on keeping his head still. It’s easier said than done when ones feet are tapping away, but he tries his best.

After a short break, Miss Baxter drags a very large bag from the store room. “Right girls,” she announces, pulling the bag open. “We’ll do some pompom practice for the last half hour… so if you each grab a pair, we’ll get started.”

“Pompoms?!” Peter quizzes as he and Sally approach what looks like a huge pile of tinsel.

“Yes, pompoms.” Sally grins.

Back in line, Peter looks at the reflection of the four rows of dancing girls, each holding a pair of big pompoms. “Now follow my lead girls!” Miss Baxter says, before pressing play in the cassette player.

Peter soon realizes that dancing with pompoms is harder than it looks. Miss Baxter walks over and gives him some one-to-one tuition, “Follow my lead Peter, and don’t forget about your feet.” she says. He tries to keep up but struggles to do one thing with his feet and another with his arms. “Concentrate on the steps but don’t forget about your arms.” she reminds him. “Head up Peter… and remember, the mirror is your friend.”

Peter knows he has a habit of looking down. He looks straight ahead at his own reflection; one of many girls in a bouncy skirt, waving his pompoms as best he can. He drops his head again to concentrate on his footwork, but Miss Baxter shouts “Head up Peter!” After the pompom practice, Peter confesses to Sally that that was really hard.

Once the class is over, Miss Baxter approaches Peter and says she’s pleased he decided to return and wanted to double-check that he was happy dressing as a girl.

Miss Baxter then offered him some constructive criticism. “Whilst your footwork is excellent, you need to be more aware of your upper body. Your head and arms are all over the place, so you need to concentrate on being graceful as well as rhythmic.”
“I know… I can’t help but look at my feet half the time,” he replies.

“Yes I noticed.. but remember you can see your feet perfectly well in the mirror.” she advises. “..along with the rest of your body. Grace is everything so if you’re looking directly ahead, you’re halfway to being graceful”

“OK.”

“I think part of the problem is that you’re a little bit scared of your reflection.” Miss Baxter suggests. “The best advice I can give you is, don’t by shy when you look in the mirror and see a girl reflected instead of a boy. Be proud and keep that head up.”

The sound of heels on parquet grabbed both Peter and miss Baxter’s attention. “Hi, Peter… how was class?” his mother asked.

“Good.” he sheepishly replied. “I need to work on being more graceful.”

Miss Baxter and Peter’s mother were already acquainted. They greeted each other before Peter’s mother asked how he was getting on. “Very well.” Miss Baxter replied. “You have two very talented children.” she complimented.

“Thank you.” his mother replied bashfully. She told Peter to find his sister and then get changed, before turning back to Miss Baxter. “I just wanted to check he was getting on OK and that you’re happy to have a boy in amongst all these girls,” she said, glancing around and wondering which was her son, then spotting him chatting with a group of girls.

“He seems to be getting on fine… leaps and bounds as far as his dancing is concerned.” Miss Baxter replied. “And he seems to be fitting in perfectly with the girl’s,” she said.

“I hope so.” his mother replied, glancing around too. “He’s the only boy I guess?”

“Yes.” Miss Baxter replied. “It’s a pity not many boys attend, and those who do don’t stay long,” she said with a hint of reluctance. “Maybe if they tried to fit in as Peter does, it’d be different.”

“Yes.” his mother said.

After a brief silence, Miss Baxter asked, “So, how do you feel about Peter attending?” she paused, “I mean, attending dressed as a girl?”

“Well it’s a little unusual… but as long as he’s happy,” she replies. “It’s nice he and Sally have got something in common for once.”

“And you’re happy for him to attend as one of the girls?” Miss Baxter asked.

“Of course. I wouldn’t have bought him a leotard and skirt if I wasn’t.” his mother replied, trying to spot both her son and daughter amongst the various groups of girls. All of them are identical in their black tap shoes, white tights, black leotards, and tiny flared skirts. “How does she tell them apart?” she thought before spotting Peter and Sally by the changing rooms, both looking just like the other girls; all legs and leotards. “He’s been practicing at home a fair bit… have you any advice on where he can improve?”

“He seems a little reluctant to work with the mirror.” Miss Baxter adds. “I think seeing himself dressed as a girl is a little off-putting… he keeps dropping his head, then his arms go all akimbo.”

“Well I suppose it’ll take a little getting used to… but he does seem comfortable enough.” his mother replies. “I’ve even started wondering what to do with his hair. He really needs a trim but I’m thinking I should let it grow a little more then he could tie it up in bunches.” she chuckled,  not sure if she was joking or not.