A dress and high heels

“A dress? You’ve got to be kidding me!” Alex whined as his mother pulled the outfit out of the bag.

“It’s a fairly upscale restaurant, and I didn’t find anything in the junior’s section that I felt was appropriate enough.” Alex’s mother said.

“At least it isn’t pink…” Alex mused as he looked over the dress, which was a dark blue and covered in multicolored flowers.

“That’s the spirit!” she smiled. “I’m going to start getting myself ready, you can handle getting yourself dressed, right?”

“I think so.” Alex said. “What about shoes?”

“Oh, I almost forgot, they’re right here.” Alex’s mother pulled out a shoebox and handed it to Alex.

“Heels?”

“Low ones, they match the dress. Have I said how much I appreciate what you’re doing?”

“Yes, you haven’t stopped. Go shower, the faster you get ready, the faster you can get me ready and this’ll all be over.” Alex sighed.

Alex struggled a fair bit, but his mother’s coaching over the past few days had paid off and he made it into his underthings with only a little effort. The dress was complicated, but only because it had a zipper that he couldn’t quite reach.

“Let me get that, honey.” Alex’s mother walked into the room, now clad in a bathrobe and quickly zipped up the dress. “You look…”

“Ridiculous.” Alex looked into the mirror, spotting the dissonance between his head and his body.

“I was going to say convincing, at least from the neck down, the padded bra was definitely a good choice.” she said. “But now that that’s settled, it’s time for me to do your…”