“Do I have to?.” He moaned as he slumped on the edge of his bed and kicked off his shoes and socks.
“Well you want to know it fits OK before you go swimming don’t you?”
Michael reluctantly agreed and within a few minutes, found himself pulling on the swimsuit.
“Make sure the straps are straight.” His mother advised as she untwisted one of them. “That looks nice.” She smiled as she turned him to face her.
“It’s like a girl’s swimsuit.” Michael sulked as he looked down at himself.
“It is a bit like a girl’s one.” His mother agreed, before reminding him of the differences between the boy’s and girls’ swimsuits. “And at least you won’t have to worry about your trunks coming off when you dive in.” She grinned, reminding him of that embarrassing occasion a few years ago.
“Yeah I suppose,” Michael admitted as he stood shyly in the unusual garment.
“Well, let us see how the uniform fits.” His mother smiled.
Michael eagerly pulled his arms out of the swimsuit before changing into some clean underwear.