"It really tickled me more than anything else. I mean, there he was, in my lingerie and an old cocktail dress I'd worn in college, looking quite nice … not at all silly. Well, maybe a little bit, perhaps.

"The irony of it is, here's the same little boy who has the biggest collection of GI Joes on the block, who goes fishing when his father — whenever the lazy lout decides to show up — and has climbed every tree in the neighborhood. Now, instead of grass-stained jeans and thread-bare t-shirts, he's primping and posing in silk and lace and chiffon … adjusting hemlines and tugging at stockings … quite a difference you must admit.

"Oh, don't pay any attention to that pouty face … he's having the time of his life … even though he won't admit it. Just wait … in a few minutes he'll be smiling and laughing and acting the proper young lady.

"It just goes to show you that you can't judge a book by its cover."