Sam froze as he heard Johnny approaching from behind him. He sucked his lips in as if anticipating something. What was it exactly? A slap on the ass? A tug of the hair? Wrapping his arms behind him from behind and - NO! But none of those things happened. What was this feeling? Disappointment? No, no that couldn't be it. It was definitely panic.<br/><br/>He watched Clarissa dutifully get her man some coffee and cling to him. "Yeah, yeah we should go shopping." She said to her idly. "I need to get some flats." He said then winced. No that's not what boy shoes were called. "I mean uh..." dammit what was the word. "Boy...flats?" He tried. That couldn't be right. Was that right? He put a finger on his lip as he looked up trying to think of the answer.<br/><br/>Several months of wearing almost nothing but very tall heels that ranged from slutty to very slutty and he'd forgotten all about flat shoes. In fact it felt weird to not have heels on right now. He'd fallen into the habit of wearing them around the house after at first wearing them all over to practice walking in them, it had just become force of habit.<br/><br/>He glanced at Johnny a bit demurely over the top of his coffee cup as he sipped. "Good morning Johnny." He said in a sweet little voice. "I uh, hear you're taking Clarissa out to dinner? Lucky you." He smiled with a loving glance towards his twin.