The Elevator Fifty-Eighth Floor (Patreon)

Cardonali the magical imp was doing what he always did, he caused    trouble to others for his own amusement.  Cardonali had the ability to    put any thought into a person's mind and manipulate them as he wanted    to.  He stood unobserved or at least unacknowledged in the back of an    elevator waiting to see who would get in.

"Dad, fix my hem.  I can't do it while I'm wearing the dress," Jared told his dad.

"Son, I have a bad feeling about this."

"You are not going to ruin this for me.  Tonight is the dress rehearsal and Saturday in the recital.  We've come too far, nothing will stop this now."

"But what if we are found out.  You're not a girl and I'm certainly not your mother."

"Just keep your mouth shut and no one will know."

"That's enough.  I'm not going through with it."

"Yes, you are."

"No."

"If you don't I'll tell everyone your secret and then you will have much more trouble than this little thing."

Dad was cowed.  He didn't think that Jared knew his secret.  Dad gave Jared a look of fear.

There wasn't any secret actually, but due to Cardonali's influence, both father and son believed there was something.  Something so terrible that Dad would do anything, even dress up as mom and let his son dance in a recital with a bunch of young girls to keep it hidden.

"I didn't think you had anything to say about that," Jared interjected.

"But only this once."

"Is the hem fixed?"

"Almost, Jared"

"Mommy, call me, Melody!"

The doors to the elevator opened.  The pair left for the dance studio.

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