"You can't stay dressed like that Dad!" I shouted, trying to thwart mom's idea before dad got caught up in the feminine we she and Lisa were weaving. "It ain't right! Guys just don't set around the house wearing dresses and such!"
"Can I make a suggestion?" Lisa ventured, glacing towards me. I could tell by her smile that I was in trouble. "Dad wouldn't look out of place if Paul wore a dress too!"
I quickly turned and shot a withering look at her, "You're not getting me into girl's clothes," I said defiantly, my arm quite tight across my chest as if to prevent anyone from taking off my clothes."I don't care how funny it was to do it to Dad, I'm not doing it!"
"Afraid you might like it?" Lisa taunted with a snide laugh. "I'll bet you'd look so pretty in one of my dresses you'll love the feeling of nylon underwear!"