"I want to try something else..." answered Christian.
His mind felt fuzzy, as if his head was had been filled with cotton. The boots were just extraordinary but he could not shake the feeling that something was amiss. It was not normal that he had boobs and a vagina. He was not supposed to be a girl. It wasn't right. It FELT right for sure but it wasn't right. That was a problem. Yes. Yes, definitely. He had to change shoes and recover his usual appearance. Which was male. He couldn't stay a girl. He was a boy. It would not make sense.
"Really? Are you certain?" asked Mike, as if this was the most astounding thing he had ever heard. "You look quite dashing in these boots. They were truly made for you, it seems."
Christian blushed. Oh... Yes. Yes. Mike was right. But...
"I... I still wasn't to try something else... More masculine... I'm... I'm a boy... Remember?" he stammered a little, shaking his head.
"Of course, sweet thing. We'll find you something. And you can change your mind anytime," Mike said with a smile, pinching Christian's cheek in an affectionate manner.
Christian was not offended. On the contrary, it was endearing. It was funny. He was cute! Hooray! It made him all fuzzy inside! He giggled, taking in by the flurry of sugary emotions swirling in his head. Mike smiled. The lad was really having his resistance melt by the second. But the cutie attitude of the boy made him think of another idea. A more lucrative one. A male gay couple amongst his acquaintances had been looking for a little darling to adopt. A softie like one of the future fathers would be.
"Follow me, please. I have a selection you'll die for," Mike said to Christian, taking him to the section with the kid an d baby socks and shoes. Christian followed, completely trusting and unaware.