"Do ah really have to wear these?" Alan asked the following day. It was mid morning and Isla was getting him ready to meet the man he was told was his father.
"Yes, you wore them often and they will look nice when you are wearing your skirt."
Alan felt his face flush and warm up. Why did he have such issues about wearing regular girlish clothing? He looked at the light tan colored pantyhose that he was holding in his hands. He could not recollect every wearing pantyhose before, or a skirt for that matter. He had insisted on the pantyhose being as close to being flesh coloured as possible in the hope that anyone seeing him would believe he just had bare legs. He was baffled, however, as to why things that should be natural to him should seem to unnatural. Why was he so ashamed of wearing things like hose and high heels?