Michael followed suit and they watched some trashy afternoon TV in the lounge. Charles kicked off his heels and suggested that Mike did the same. “Blimey it’s good to get them off.” Mike said as he arched his feet and flexed his toes, before frowning at his feet and saying how much he hates that frilly ankle socks his mother made him wear. “She reckons the tide is turning and what was considered girl stuff will soon be boy stuff.”
“Yeah mine says that too… could you imagine growing up having to wear prissy dresses all the time?” Charlie said.
Mike grimaced at the thought. “But if we had it wouldn’t feel so weird now… and these would be normal.” he said, wiggling his toes inside his pelerine ankle socks.
