Of course not.

"Waste not, want not," the voice of Jamie's father rang in his head as he stared at the pile of discarded clothing on his bedroom floor. Sure, the clothes had belonged to Judy, Rob's ex-girlfriend, but that didn't matter to Jamie. What was most important was that they wouldn't go to waste, that Jamie would be able to avoid being reckless with the resources around him, that he would be able to live the way he was raised.

Jamie's father had always been an excellent provider. It was a different time, a different era, and the man of the house was expected to be a bread winner. While Jamie considered himself far more progressive than his father ever was, he still held him in deep respect for all the sacrifice and hard work he had demonstrated throughout his life. Never had Jamie felt that he wasn't being taken care of, never did he feel that he lacked in anything important.

It's true that Jamie and his father had never connected the way he had hoped, the way he had seen some of his friends connect with their fathers. Rob, for example, still got together with his dad every second weekend and played football in the park. Jamie would have loved that, but his diminutive stature never could never keep up with his large father when it came to sports. He would never admit it, but it had left a sense of longing in Jamie.

Walking naked across the bedroom floor to the pile of clothing that Jamie had created when he emptied the boxes, he bent down and picked up a pair of black pace panties. The soft feel of the fabric, the cool floral design inlaid in the lace, they were so beautiful, so perfect. Before Jamie knew what he was doing, he had stepped into the underwear and was enjoying their soft feel over his nether regions.

"Waste not, want not," his father's voice encouraged him.

Imagine Jamie's luck, five years after his father's ****, to be able to discover a new way to connect with his dad, and in such a profound way! Jamie was elated. He would never be able to be the star athlete his father was, but he would be so much more. He could embody the life lessons his father had imparted. His thrifty actions were proof that his father hadn't wasted his time with him.

Kneeling down, Jamie began to sort through the clothing. There were a couple pairs of jeans and slacks, which he discarded easily. Just because Jamie was being thrifty, didn't mean he had to look like a slob. The same thing went with the grubby, baggy t-shirts that were in the pile. He shivered as he touched each one of those, knowing full well that his father would be equally disappointed if he were to suddenly stop caring about his appearance.

Jamie giggled with glee as he sorted through the rest. Very soon in his exploration he found the matching bra to the panties he was wearing. Within seconds he was proud to be wearing the set, looking sophisticated, yet responsible. He wanted nothing more but to finish dressing, but Jamie was a responsible young man, and since he'd already spent so much time tidying, he didn't want to be the cause of more mess. He quickly sorted all the rest of the bras and panties, picked them up, and placed then neatly in his drawers.

Returning to the pile, Jamie decided to reward himself with one more piece of clothing. It didn't take long. Just below the surface was a perfect long-sleeved black blouse, the material see-through enough that anyone looking at him would easily see the contrast between his milky white skin and the black bra that adorned his chest. As Jamie slipped it on, he again thought of how proud his father would be of him, so easily making changes to his life in order to not be wasteful.

Then, wearing his blouse, panties, and bra, Jamie got back to work. Picking up each blouse, each shirt, he crossed to his closet and hung them up. This treasure trove of clothing would last him a long time, although as he touched each article, a small voice in his head got him excited at the prospect of adding to his new collection.

Not that day, Jamie reminded himself. He was already lucky enough to have found an entire wardrobe of free clothing, clothes that not only fit him (mostly), but that was stylish and comfortable. It was definitely an upgrade. There were still plenty of clothes in the pile, so Jamie returned to his now smaller pile to finish dressing. This time he spent a bit more time exploring. The dresses he laid aside, as he didn't want to change out of his blouse. The short-shorts, the hot pants, the swimwear, everything but the skirts he made piles and put away in their new homes in short order. Jamie knew that those weren't what he wanted, although he wasn't sure he could articulate what he wanted. He just knew that he would know it when he saw it.

And then he saw it.

It felt like leather, but it was pink. The world of skirts was new to Jamie, so he wasn't exactly sure how to describe the amazing short skirt he held before him. What he knew deep in his soul, as he slid it up his legs, was that it was perfect. Sure it was tight, and a little short (it ended half-way up his thighs), but as he giggled and twirled before his vanity mirror, Jamie knew that he had found the perfect outfit for the rest of the day.

He allowed himself only a few moments to admire his visage, as Jamie knew that there was still work to be done. Turning back to the remainder of his new clothes, Jamie gently picked them up and found a new home for each one, lovingly admiring every article, knowing that he would enjoy wearing them so much.

When he was done, Jamie alternated between admiring his new look in the mirror and the view of his clean room, Jamie smiled thinking of his father once more. He had finally found a way to connect with his deceased dad. The hole inside that he had never admitted was finally filled. Jamie was complete.

Now that he had some free time, maybe he should put some music on...