Skirt – part 1
This story was originally posted to Fiction with Friction in October 2008
This one’s rated X folks. NOT SAFE FOR WORK
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©2008 Jet Mykles, all rights reserved
“Eat all that and we won’t have any left for the kids.”
“So?” Finn plucked another bite-sized Snickers from the bowl. “There aren’t that many kids this year anyway.”
His mother gave him a wistful look. “I miss the days when you’d go out trick or treating.”
Finn laughed, crumpling waxed paper as he popped the chocolate treat into his mouth. “That was a long time ago, mom.”
She smoothed her hand over his hair, sighing. “I know.”
He flinched away. “Watch it, you’re gonna mess up the do.”
She gave him a long silent look and he read what she was thinking loud and clear. Although she didn’t say anything, he knew she was confused by his choice to wear dresses. He didn’t do it every day, but it wasn’t exactly an odd occurrence, even when it wasn’t Halloween. She just didn’t understand and he’d given up trying to explain himself.
After dropping the candy wrapper in the little wastebasket next to the sideboard, he smoothed a hand up the snug blue bodice and checked his upstanding high, white collar. Then a quick check to his swept up hairstyle in the mirror to make sure she hadn’t messed it up. He’d spent a lot of time pinning his own hair up just right, after all. He was rather proud of his Snow White costume. He especially liked the short, frilly yellow skirt and the opaque white tights that showed off his legs. His cape lay on his bed upstairs, waiting for him to pick it up for the party later on that night. A party where he hoped his costume would gain him attention so he could get laid.
But first, he was on candy duty.
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