Dare you wear the micro mini?

Soon they'll be in every High Street store.This season the micro-miniskirt - so loved by men and loathed by women - is making a comeback.

Available in every colour, style and fabric imaginable, the only condition is that you wear it as short as possible.

So would you dare to bare nearly all for the sake of fashion?

Alice Smellie, 30, is a married journalist who lives in West London. She is a size ten. Alice says:

I've never been averse to revealing a bit of leg, but a skirt that barely skimmed my buttocks? This was a different matter altogether.

I got off to a promising start. The builders in Kensington High Street in West London loved me. They wanted to put me in their pockets and take me home. As I walked up the street towards them, a chorus of wolf whistles greeted me. How pleasant.

But when I reached upmarket Knightsbridge, the reception from the well-heeled and adequately clothed ladies outside Harrods was distinctly frosty - they stared, sneered and muttered to their friends.

My growing sense of shame wasn't remotely banished by the gaggle of schoolboys who greeted me with hoots of laughter and words that I know for a fact were not learnt on the National Curriculum.

It was time to head for the City. That meant hailing a black cab - and my first attempt at sitting down in my micro-mini.

It was impossible to look elegant or feel comfortable with my legs tightly crossed, my coat yanked together to cover my thighs and my bag placed strategically on my lap. Sexy I was not.

As the high-powered lawyers filed out of the courtrooms on their way to lunch, the men cast uninterested glances at my revealing outfit - and the women threw me disgusted looks. I got the impression I was letting down the sisterhood.

By this stage, I felt absolutely contemptible - especially when a distinguished-looking gentleman looked in horror at my legs and said loudly to his companion: 'People who dress like that should be arrested.'

I wandered up and down despondently, wondering if people thought I was plying my trade on street corners.

As I headed for the train station, four men in pinstripes leaned out of their taxi and shouted 'get 'em out' - the final proof, if it were needed, that the micro-mini is a recipe for humiliation.

Wear one and men will think it's fine to discuss your assets to your face.

Meanwhile, women will think you're a tramp. This summer, I think I'll remain happily uncool and wear my skirts longer!'