Mike walked over to the bed and examined the outfit his stepmother wanted him to wear. "OH NO" he whispered as he could barely get the words out of his suddenly dry mouth. Reaching down he picked up a pair of black velvet shorts. "She cannot be serious, Where in the world did she come up with this outfit anyway? It is positively uck! No way, man!"
Slowly, as if the mere touch of the clothing would somehow attach itself to his body, Mke picked up and looked at each garment. The black shorts, a white polyester semi-transparent shirt with a large rounded collar and small white buttons, a white undervest with thin shoulder straps and made of a soft fabric, white briefs that did not have a fly and made of brushed nylon, the thin white nylon socks he had seen Frau Hoffman holding, a think black velvet tie, which was more like a ribbon than a tie, and a black velvet Eton jacket.