The Heist

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"Alex, can we talk?" Alex looked up from his comic book.

"What about, mom?"

"Well," she sat down on his bed, right next to him. "I was looking through the footage from the smart speaker in the kitchen from a few days ago" Alex's heart leaped. Had his mom found out that he had taken his action figure back from the bowl on the highest shelf where she always hid things?

"Uh-huh." He tried and failed to keep his voice level.

"And I saw something weird." She showed him a photo of someone in a ballet outfit reaching for the bowl. He immediately knew that he was caught.

"Isn't that Meghan?" He stammered. His mom frowned.

"Obviously not." She looked at him. "Why did you do all... all this?"

"Well"

"You were trying to frame your little sister." Disappointment colored her voice. "What gave you the idea?" He shrugged.

"I dunno. I just figured you'd yell at her about climbing on the counter or something" his voice trailed off as he knew just how dumb of an idea it was.

"I'm honestly amazed by your dedication. You even tried to do your hair like hers." She played with his long hair, smiling. "And I mean, tights, tutu, leotard her shoes. Amazing. My smart guy thought of everything. Really, a genius attempt." His ego stroked, he became a bit more loose lipped.

"I even wore her" he quickly covered his mouth.

"Her what? Her panties?" Her eyebrows rose. "Why on earth did you do that?" He knew he was trapped. Honesty was the only way out.

"Mine showed through the tights." He mumbled in a tiny voice.

"So, let me get this straight. Not only did you steal and wear your little sister's ballet clothes to try and get your toy back, but you actually checked to see if your underwear showed through the tights?" He blushed before reluctantly nodding. "Well, I think that seals it. Clearly, you really don't mind getting all dolled up like a ballerina."

"What? No" his mom cut him off.

"This couldn't come at a better time, actually. Your sister just threw a fit about how much she hates ballet and having to wear that" she tapped the photo before them. "So, since you don't seem to mind, you can take her place at Madame Rousseau's."

"What? No way."

"Yep. I paid for a whole year when your sister started and we can't get a refund, so you're going to be our little ballerina."

"Mom, you can't be serious!"

"It's only four hours a week. You'll be fine and it'll be good for you." She patted his knee and got up. "I'll go get all of Meghan's ballet things. You can try them on and see which you like best. I'd also like to see if switching you to briefs will work with your tights and your leotards" she emphasized each your. "Before we buy you panties of your own." She smiled and walked toward the door. "Oh, and by the way, mister. You could've just asked me for your toy back. You didn't need to go through all this dress-up." She left the shocked boy there on his bed.

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