They exited the park and crossed the usually busy road, but being Christmas day, it’s all but deserted. They headed up the hill toward home. His mother asked how he was getting on in his new boots. “Fine.” he replied. “They’re really warm.”

“Good.” his mother replied. “Jacob seemed quite impressed by them.”

“It was weird being a bit taller than him for a change.” Mark said. “…and you were right about wearing heels being like riding a bike.”

“I’m always right.” his mother jovially replied.

“Yeah.” Mark bashfully agreed as they turned onto the cul-de-sac where they live. The hedgerows are capped with a thin layer of snow and the pavements are peppered with footprints. Their garden path bears the distinctive prints of Mark’s block heeled boots and his mother’s flat footwear. “Home again.” Mark said as his mother unlocked the door.

“Yes.” his mother grinned. “I’ve had a lovely day.” she said.

“Me too.” Mark said as he unbuttoned and removed his cape, then turned toward the large hallway mirror and carefully smoothed his hair.

“Good.” his mother smiled. “I suppose you’ll be wanting to get changed.” she said as he crouched to untie his boot laces.

“Maybe later.” he replied, pulling off his boots and planting his stocking feet flat on the floor.

His mother smiled as he stood, running his hands down his velvet frock. “So it’s not the worst Christmas you’ve ever had?” she asked as he looked up at her.

“No.” he gulped. “Maybe the scariest.” he confessed. “I’m glad Jacob was wearing a dress as well.”

“I knew he would be.” his mother said.

“I wish you’d told me… I was petrified all the way over there.”

“I wanted to surprise you.” she grinned. “…and you’d have been petrified anyway. Your first dress is a big step, especially for a boy your age.”

“Yeah.” Mark replied. “I guess it’s not my last dress either.”

“I hope not.” his mother smiled.