J is for Josie

It felt good wearing them and the skirt went quite well, I thought, with my black tights. Just above the knee though with a bit of a slit up the right leg. But it showed off my figure, and my newly-acquired 'boobs' very well. When I'd finished my make-up I squirted 'Diorissimo' behind my ears and into my 'cleavage'. I grabbed Mum's small black clutch bag and spent some time, rather as before, posing in front of the mirror. I knew, Dad was going to love this!

And then, very carefully in the extremely high-heeled black stilettos, I made my way downstairs. I had half an hour or so, and used my time in getting out the crockery and the cutlery, in doing the fancy folded napkins Mum always used to. I put the glasses and a bottle of wine on the table, basically getting everything Dad and I would need to have a good meal. And to have fun, too - I wondered exactly what he would say when he saw me.

But when he came in - I heard the door open and braced myself - he just dashed upstairs.

"OK Joseph? Sorry, bathroom. I'll shower and change while I'm here. OK?"

"OK" I called out.

He hadn't even seen me, just went straight up the stairs. I pottered around in the kitchen, and put the plates in the oven to warm up. I heard movements above, and the shower, and about fifteen minutes later I heard his footsteps as he came down.

"OK Joseph. Ready? .................. Oh my God!"

He'd seen me. He really had got changed, got himself 'dressed up.' Not just in a jacket and tie but in his best suit, the one he only ever wore for christenings and weddings and so on.

I had to speak, to break the awkward silence.

"You look very handsome, Dad," I said, in what I hoped was a quieter and more gentle version of my own voice.

"You look - gorgeous, Joseph, you really do. I just didn't expect - this!"

"Well, when you said 'go Italian' I thought it might be a good idea to dress up like I did when you said it, when I wore Mum's clothes before. Except if we were really going to dress up I should maybe wear a skirt."