"Well, I'm already wearing heels." Cameron sentenced taking out a black skirt with suspenders from the closet.
He hesitated again, but again he just put it on.
"This isn't so bad." The guy stated at his reflection. It was amusing.
After a minutes of observing himself in the mirror doing all sort of girly poses, his stomach remembered him it was dinner time. He sighed and began to take off the skirt when he realized a simply fact. He was alone.
The returned to his room a put on a short sleeve blue shirt. He fixed the straps of the skirt over it and went down to the kitchen.
Any other night Cameron would have just took out a frozen meal and put it directly in the microwave, but that night was different for some reason. He didn't think to much in the idea. He just put an apron and prepare the only thing he knew how to prepare, pasta.
It took him a little more than what he was used to, but the difference in the result worth it.
Cameron was absolutely in clam that night. He thought about turning on the TV just to hear fill the silence, for some reason his hesitation about the moment ended in a quiet soiree with himself. The was no worries. And with that calmness, he began to have ideas that, unaware of the reason, didn't feel so weird now.
He didn't stop to reflect on the reason behind those ideas. He just finished his dinner, clean the dishes and went to his room, where he undressed and put then pajama pants. He returned the skirt to his sister closet and returned to the family room to watch some TV, all of this wearing the heels.
It was late night when cameron finally went to sleep. However, this time instead of throwing the heels after took them off, he place them carefully by his bed side.
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