I need to lose many pounds before I'll try wearing my leopard-print spandex pants again, and the only other pants I've got are the black dress slacks that I've been wearing as boyclothes. (They actually come from the women's department, but that's for reasons of fit; I think of them as "boy" because the only reason I own them is for the times I have to wear something that passes for boyclothes.) So wearing those still counts (in my emotional response) as donning the visit-mom disguise.
At the Christmas party last night, I wore the black slacks with a long-sleeved black velour top. At Mom's house Christmas Eve, I wore a red polo shirt with the black slacks, and my cousins were amazed that I was in short sleeves (it wasn't that cold Tuesday night, and I had my cape).
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At the Christmas party last night, I wore the black slacks with a long-sleeved black velour top. At Mom's house Christmas Eve, I wore a red polo shirt with the black slacks, and my cousins were amazed that I was in short sleeves (it wasn't that cold Tuesday night, and I had my cape).