Adrians New Uniform

by Josie Brian

 

I'll have a nasty bruise under my eye in the morning but it was still a good game. That's my favourite thing about Fridays; I can stop at the park after school and not worry too much about getting dirty.

"Hi Dad, I'm home – just had a great game of soccer in the park"

Dad doesn't look too happy, "so I see" he says. "I think those shoes have taken as much soccer as they can stand and you've ripped your trousers again"

Oops, I do look a bit scruffy.

"Go get cleaned up and changed and see if you can find that letter your Headmaster sent out about the uniform rules. You and I need to do some shopping this weekend"

Oh no! I hate clothes shopping, but I guess I do need some new uniform and hopefully some new sports kit? I get changed and have a wash, the letter Dad wants is easy to find – from the rubbish bin.

We have our dinner together and Dad checks out the new uniform regulations.

"Let's see what you need for school this year shall we? Juniors - no. This is the bit, 'Uniform for boys and girls aged 11 -16', 'Trousers, grey or black or skirt, grey (not black) length within 2 inches of knees', 'White or blue shirt or blouse to be tucked in to trousers or skirt', 'socks must be plain and black, black tights may be worn with skirt', 'shoes must be black and have no more than a 2 inch heel' it goes on a bit about ties and sports kit, but seems like it hasn't changed much. We'll go into town tomorrow ok?"

The town centre was busy as usual on a Saturday morning. Dad and I went to Littlewoods to look for some new school uniform. I'm 13 years old, but trousers marked as '13-14 years' are still too big for me. I have to have a younger size and get Dad to take the label out so nobody knows. I try on a pair of black trousers and a white shirt; they fit ok so I go to show Dad.

"Not bad, we'll get some of those, now try this on". Dad handed me a grey school skirt! I push the skirt away.

"No way Dad, I'm not putting a skirt on – what's the matter with you?"

Dad forced the skirt into my hands, "listen up Adrian, I'm planning on buying you 3 pairs of those trousers and 1 skirt. If you don't do as I ask, I'll just buy 3 skirts and no trousers, is that clear?"

Oh shit, what's got into Dad? I'm standing in the changing room of a busy public store and wearing a skirt. First check that the coast is clear, and then I walk out to show Dad the skirt.

"No that won't do" he says, "You can't even fasten the button comfortably, let's look what else is here"

He takes me to the rack of skirts and starts measuring them against me. I'm standing in the middle of the store for all to see! He gives me 2 more to try. I almost run back into the changing room.

Soon I'm stood in front of Dad again, and again he says no. This time the skirt is too long and I have to choose a shorter one. Finally, for the 3^rd time and shaking with fear I let Dad inspect my skirt. Thankfully, it's ok and I can get changed.

We make our way to the shoe department, picking up some socks and a pair of tights on the way.

"Stop looking so worried" Dad says, "I never expect you to wear that skirt again ok? As long as you have trousers to wear, you can use them. Of course, if you ruin all your trousers then you'll only have the skirt left – that will be your fault"

Shoes, black, lace-up – boring but I wish that was all I had. After picking my school shoes, Dad made me try a few pairs of girls' shoes. The first were pointed 'court' shoes with a slight heel, but I insisted they were too uncomfortable. So we eventually bought a pair with a buckled strap across the ankle.

When we get home, I hang my new clothes in my uniform wardrobe. The skirt goes at the back, behind all the trousers. That's where it will stay – I'm never touching that thing again!

Does this happen to other boys? Is Dad being reasonable? I decide to ask these questions on the Internet, on a polling site. Using Dads' computer, I create an opinion poll asking if other schools allow boys to wear skirts and what would happen to a boy who did?

Back to school as usual on Monday, just a normal day until dinner time when the gang I usually play with started kicking a ball around. I didn't dare risk getting grass stains or ripping my new trousers. Guess Dads' plan is working, but it's no fun.

Each night I check the poll site, on Wednesday my poll is published. There are already 17 votes. I've read polls on this site before but this time it is about me and it's a little scary. I'm shocked, most of the votes say to wear the skirt in favour of the trousers – are they mad? One even says boys actually wear skirts at his school. I don't believe that. Now to check the 'messages' section, only one message posted:

'If a boy came to my school wearing a skirt I would kick him in the nuts until he was a girl'.

When I went to bed that night, I looked at the skirt in my wardrobe and wondered why any boy would want to wear one of those. It was a bad night for me, as I dreamed of what might happen if I was wearing the skirt at school.

I'm standing in the school playground, my best friend, Tom, is nearby. He's shouting at me – "stay away from me you crazy sissy". Others are laughing at me or shouting names. Then one shouts "get him" and a gang of boys rush towards me. I turn and run, but something is slowing me down, my skirt is too tight and stops me from stretching my legs as much as I usually can. They catch me on the steps; I can only take 2 steps at a time. I'm dragged to the ground and held with one on each arm and two holding each leg. I kick and struggle but stand no chance of escape as another pulls my skirt up over my waist. I'm screaming and crying as the girl kneeling on my right arm pushes something into my mouth, a towel I think. Then I feel the most incredible pain as another of the gang stamps hard on my balls. I see the foot crash down again and again and again. Suddenly I'm in a hospital, my Dad is there and he's been crying too. My legs are lifted and supported in slings, like a woman having a baby, I try to close my legs but find they are held apart by a splint on each knee. A doctor notices I'm awake and checks some instruments. Dad comes to tell me what has happened. "The surgeons could not save your genitals Ade, they had to redirect your innards to let you pee through your bum. They had to remove all of your testicles and penis."

I woke up in a cold sweat, very frightened and glad I had used an alias on the web-site. Even though that was purely by luck, the name 'Adrian' had been used by someone else so I used '8rian' and since it looked like Brian I pretended that was my name.

As the weeks go by, I start to forget about the skirt and return to normal. I still check the poll and find it's very popular. Most people still think I should wear the skirt. One guy says I should at least try it, in private to see how it feels. There are also lots of messages of support and attacking the boy who said he wanted to hurt me. They seem kind people, so I decide to answer their questions. First I need to try the skirt and tights in private so I can tell them what I think of them.

With Dad busy downstairs, I take the tights from my underwear drawer and strip off my trousers. Double check that Dad is not moving, I pull on the tights. It's a lot harder than I thought; they need to be pulled up each leg a little at a time. Eventually I manage to get them on and look at myself. Yuck! My legs look so dirty and they feel cold and itchy, why do women wear these things? Now for the skirt, this is the first time I've touched it since the shopping trip. It slips on easily and hangs to just above my knees. Remembering my dream, I wonder if it really does stop me running. My legs will spread a good distance, it would not be difficult to walk in, but it would slow me down if I had to run and there are no pockets. Well enough of this, I'm putting these things back out of sight. Now I know why so few girls at school like wearing tights or a skirt.

Oh no, as I change out of my uniform after school I notice my right shoe is starting to split. The sole is pealing away from the front. I'll have to fix this before Dad sees it, so I find some glue and squeeze some into the gap. Place a heavy book on top to hold it tight and wait until the morning.

In the morning I find the book has fallen over and the shoe is on its' side. The glue has poured out and left a sticky white mess all over the toecap. After a while, I ask Dad if he can get the glue off. He tries some soapy water but has no luck. "I'll get some solvent from work later and try that", he says, but for now I'll have to use my spare shoes.

Time is against me, Tom is already waiting to walk to the bus-stop with me. I have no choice but to wear the 'buckle' shoes and hope my trousers are long enough to hide them. I haven't worn these shoes since we bought them, so I'm not used to the slightly higher heel. Tom didn't notice them when I went downstairs to meet him so we left for the bus.

As soon as I'm outside the house and on a hard surface, my shoes start making the 'clip clop' noise that only girls' shoes make. "What the hell have you got on your feet?" asked Tom. I had to show him and explained that they are the only black shoes left in the house. "They were my sisters'" I lied. Tom said, "If we had time, I'd go back to my house and lend you a pair of mine, but that's our bus. Let's see if you can run in those things".

All day I got teased about my shoes. "Twinkle toes" became my new name. At lunch break, Tom and I visit a shoe shop near the school, but I can't afford any of the shoes. I'll have to hope that Dad can repair the mess I made. Wondering what my new friends on the poll site think, I find a picture of the shoes I had to wear and post the story.

Luckily, Dad did manage to restore my shoes to a usable state. Unluckily, someone from my school has seen my story on the poll site and realised who '8rian' is. A girl named Cathy left a message that read "Hi Adrian, yes I know who you are. You had better wear that skirt tomorrow or I'll make sure every pair of trousers you wear to school gets dirty or ripped until you do". Crap, I don't know what to do. I create a new Hotmail account and post the email address to the message board asking Cathy to contact me.

Cathy did contact me and we swapped phone numbers. We agree to meet at school tomorrow. Several others contact my published address as well, some are a little weird others are nice.

A girl was waiting near the hockey pitch. She is about my size and alone, wearing a blue cardigan over her white shirt and a grey knee-length skirt. She doesn't look too threatening, so I go to talk to her.

"So your Cathy, what do you want from me?"

"I've been thinking about that all night" she said.

"First, I really do want to see you in your skirt. Never mind why, I just do. So you have to come to my house tonight wearing it."

"Next, I want help with some homework I've got, so you can stop a while and give me some help, ok so far?"

"Do you promise no one else will see me dressed like a girl, that you won't have dozens of your friends waiting to see as well?"

"I promise that I'll be alone and I won't tell anyone else about you"

"But how do I get to your house without being seen in a skirt?"

"OK, you can change in my driveway, there are some bushes, and no one will see you"

"Then I'll do it, we have a deal"

"Not quite, I want one more favour. I want you to watch 2 of the boys in your class and tell me all about them. Which girls they like, what sports they play, everything; send me emails every night"

The deal was agreed, I was well and truly blackmailed. Cathy's house is about 3 miles from home; I'll use my bike to get there. Putting my school shirt and tie in a bag with the tights, skirt and girls' shoes, I tell Dad I'm going out for a ride.

This has got to be the most frightening thing I have ever done. Just as promised, the path to Cathy's house is a long one with tall bushes to one side. I quietly sneak in and hide my bike behind a bush. Making sure nobody can see me; I take off my clothes and change into the uniform. It's really hard to put tights on without sitting down.

I feel very stupid, but if I can just do this once Cathy has promised to leave me alone. Dressed like a schoolgirl, I knock on the front door. 'What if this isn't really her house? I should run now before the door opens'. Before I can decide the door does open and my heart jumps into my mouth.

"Yes, what can I do for you young lady?" asks the woman at the door.

"S Sorry, is this, I mean does Cathy Davies live here?"

"Catherine, it's for you!"

Cathy appears, "Come in Ade" she says. "Ade's come to help me with some homework Mum".

I go in nervously, there wasn't supposed to be anyone else here. Cathy leads me into the living room to explain what help she needs. "You look great in a skirt Ade" she whispers. "I have to design and make a new outfit for the end of term fashion show. What I need you to do is mix and match all these tops and bottoms on these dolls", Cathy points to a large box of Barbie dolls and clothes in the middle of the room. "Later we'll look at the combinations we've made and choose the best to make for real".

Mrs Davies seemed happy enough to see her daughter and a friend from school playing with her dolls in the living room. After a couple of hours I had to start home or Dad would worry. We decided on a short blue dress with a pink waistcoat and net skirt underneath for shape before I left. With Cathy's mother watching I could not change in the driveway again, I had to walk my bike out of there wearing my skirt. "Good bye Adrienne, ride safely" she called.

"Adrienne", yikes. Mrs D is still watching, I have to lift my skirt to get on the bike and ride away. I'm not going home dressed like this, so I find a dark corner to change again. Thank goodness that's over with. At least it was, for a couple of weeks.

"Ade, I need you to come over to my place again, pretty please?"

"What is it this time Cathy, I'm not dressing up again"

"No need, I want you to see the outfit you helped me pick. I've started to put the bit together, are you interested?"

This time, Cathy was home alone. We go into her bedroom to see the new dress she has made. "Pretty cool don't you think? I've made the skirt a little shorter than we planned…". Cathy went on to describe a multitude of minor improvements; I was losing interest very quickly.

"Anyway, the reason I asked you to come is I need a little more help". I should have guessed there was a catch. "What do you want me to do this time?" I asked.

"I need someone to model the dress so I can cut the hem straight" seeing the look in my eyes she added, "we're alone, not even my mother will see you."

How hard can it be? Reluctantly, I agreed to model the dress while Cathy made adjustments. "It just doesn't hang properly on you" she complained. "Perhaps you made it wrong" I suggested.

"No, it's your bust, or lack of bust to be more precise. You need some breasts"

Feeling a little sarcastic I said, "Sorry, I didn't bring any"

Then she placed a padded bra in my hands. "Don't you dare tell anyone my bras are padded" she warned. While I stripped the dress off, leaving me wearing just the net skirt and put on the bra, Cathy tried the dress on for size herself. Satisfied that the dress had been cut properly she took it off to give it to me. For the first time ever, I was glad I was wearing a skirt. The stiff net skirt hid the enormous erection growing in my pants as Cathy stripped to her bra and panties.

Mrs Davies popped her head into the bedroom to say she was home. If she was shocked to see the two of us stripped to our underwear, she didn't say anything. This time the dress fitted better and the adjustments were made. After changing back into my normal clothes, I left feeling very sheepish. What on earth can Mrs D be thinking of me after seeing me wearing a bra and skirt?

Later that week I tried to send Cathy her daily email. "Dad, what's this password thing on the computer all about, I can't get to my emails".

"That's the point son, you spend far to much time on the Internet, I've decided to reduce your computer use"

"But Dad, when can I use it then?"

Dad paused for a minute then reached a decision, "OK, I will unlock the computer for you – if you are wearing your skirt. Since you won't want your friends to see you dressed like that, I'm sure that will reduce your computer time"

I need to send this email to Cathy or the deal falls through and she ruins my life. So, for about half an hour each night I put the skirt on and Dad unlocks his computer. The problem is the PC is kept in the living room, by the front window. I have to watch for anyone coming and run for the stairs before they reach he front door. Just as I guessed, running up stairs is not easy in a skirt.

Dad answered the phone, "Hello is that Mr Smith, my name is Helen Davies, Catherine's mother – Ade's friend. I wanted to ask you if you and Ade could join my daughter and me on a trip to Alton Towers on Saturday."

"That's very kind of you Helen, I'm afraid I have to work but I know Ade has always wanted to go there. I'm happy to give my permission."

"Excellent, Cath will be so pleased."

Dad ribbed me for quite a while about my secret girlfriend.

It's a long drive to the theme park, so I'll need to stop overnight at Cathy's house to get an early start in the morning. Cathy comes to see me and brings some spare clothes. "I borrowed these from another friend so please don't ruin them" she says. Then she shows me the girly panties and bra she has brought. "No 13 year old girl would be seen without a bra, so you need to wear this all the time and with that skirt you need girls' pants"

Dad doesn't know that Mrs Davies is expecting a girl so I have to wear my normal clothes to leave home, then as soon as I reach Cathy's driveway change into my bra, pink t-shirt and short white skirt. Mrs Davies is all smiles and makes us both suppers while Cathy and I play in the bedroom. After food, Mrs D says she has a surprise for me, a bottle of hair dye.

"I don't like to be rude, but your hairstyle is a bit boyish" she says.

I sat patiently as my hair is restyled and coloured. She used some gel and a hairdryer to put some curls were my hair was long enough and tints the ends pink with the hair dye. At the end of the styling session I had a very pretty, girly hairstyle that I had no idea how to undo.

We left early in the morning with Cathy and I sat in the back of Mrs D's car. We chatted about how my mother had left home and how Cath's father had died. Then, to cheer ourselves up, Cathy produced some nail polish and lipstick. Before long we both have pink lips and shiny pink nails.

Cathy whispered in my ear, "watch what I do, then you try"

She leaned forward slightly and put her hands behind her back, next she was putting her right hand up her left sleeve. Then she pulled her left arm inside her t-shirt and back out again. Repeating the process with the other arm, this time she pulls her bra out. Wow, what a trick, she had taken her bra off without removing her shirt. Next she took a blue bikini top from a bag and wrapped it around her waist. Then she lifted the bikini bra into position, again without exposing herself, before removing her t-shirt.

Cathy handed me a yellow bikini bra from the bag. It was different to hers, instead of strings that tie behind the neck; this one has straps like a normal bra. I copy Cathy's example and put on the bikini top. It's much more comfortable than the tight bra I had been wearing and cooler than the t-shirt in the back of a hot car. We are both wearing short skirts so putting the bikini briefs on was easy.

It was a lovely sunny day, so even Mrs Davies changed clothes, leaving all three of us wearing just a bikini and a short skirt. The park was very busy; we had to queue for each ride. Cath and I are too short for some of the best rides but we have a great time and nobody seems to notice me as a boy wearing a skirt. Even when we visited the ladies toilets, there were no complaints.

Leaving the park at 6pm, we drove to a nearby Travel Inn hotel to stop the night. We played some word games and cards before going to sleep, with Cathy and I sharing one bed and her mother in the other. I have to wait until Cath's mother is in the shower before undressing as we are all sharing the same room. Mrs Davies has no problem dressing or undressing in front of me. In the morning, she even asked my help to lift the zip on her dress. I wear a clean t-shirt and the same skirt as yesterday.

Our journey home does not go well; just as we reach the motorway the car started to splutter then came to a stop. We waited over an hour for the AA mechanic to appear. He looked at the ignition and fuel systems but could not make the car run properly. So he towed us to a service station to wait for more help. After a couple of hours more, Mrs D got annoyed and phoned the AA again. Eventually another mechanic turned up, who also failed to solve the problem but at least he ordered the recovery vehicle to tow us home. We arrived back at Cathy's house at 10pm on the back of a tow truck.

Mrs Davies phoned my father to explain that she would not be able to drive me home. "I have an idea", she told my Dad, "Ade can stay here tonight, take the bus to school with Catherine in the morning then catch the school bus home tomorrow".

"Mrs Davies, thank you for the offer but I don't have any school clothes here"

"That's not a problem dear, Catherine has several spare sets and I know she won't mind if you borrow one."

Cathy called me into her room, "Sorry about this" she said, "but my Mum is very old fashioned about clothes. I do not own a single pair of trousers, either for school or play". I looked in the wardrobe Cathy pointed to and could see she was telling the truth. "That's why I was so bitchy to you, I'm just so sick of being the only girl in school who has to wear a skirt all the time."

Cath found some tights, a blouse and a skirt for me to borrow in the morning. We climb into bed together and cuddle while I try to plan my escape from this mess. My best plan is to miss the school bus, walk home and hopefully get there before Dad goes to work.

In the morning I watch Cathy getting ready for school and copy her actions. Clean panties and the hated bra first, then the tights, blouse and finally a skirt. Cath's shoes are a tight fit, and quite painful. Mrs Davies sees me struggling and finds a pair of her black shoes. "These are not really what the school likes you to wear", she explains, "but they are black and the heel is only 2 inches so they can't complain too much". The shoes I was given to wear had narrow heels and a strap that went around my ankle. They fit much more comfortably but are just as hard to walk in.

"Adrienne, do you need any sports kit for today?" asked Cath's Mum.

Foolishly I confessed that I had a PE lesson in the afternoon. Cathy let me borrow a sports bag and towel with a leotard and netball skirt. I also borrowed some pens, pencil and a notebook.

Soon Cathy and I are walking to the bus stop to catch the school bus. The school is about 2 miles from here, and my house another mile after that. "If you try to walk all the way home from here, you'll never get there before your father goes out, then you'll be locked out". Cathy was right of course but what else could I do?

"Come with me to the bus stop, not many guys from this end of town will know you. Just get on the bus and don't look at anyone. When we get to the school, sneak away a go home, it's only about a 20 minute walk then". At last, a plan with some hope of success. I walked with Cathy to the bus and joined another 20 or so boys and girls waiting at the station. I can see at least four boys who know me, I keep my back to them and hope my tinted hair, or just the skirt is enough that they don't recognise me.

I get on the bus last and sit near the front. When we reach the school I want to disappear quickly down a side alley and make my way home. Two things conspired to make my escape more difficult, firstly I'm wearing high heel shoes and second I'm wearing a skirt that stops me from seeing where I'm placing my feet. I trip getting off the bus and almost fall to the ground, everyone thinks it's so funny. This gives me the excuse I need to run and hide, pretending to be embarrassed.

As soon as the bus has gone and everyone else has gone into the school, I start my walk home. It would normally take me about 20 minutes, but in these heels probably longer. I'll have to walk through the town centre, then a park and finally into our estate. I avoid the main roads and walk through the park, it's a bit longer but I'll meet fewer people. So far so good, now to look confident and stroll straight down my street and get home before Dad goes out. I don't know how I'm going to explain to Dad what I'm wearing but that will be easier than explaining to all my teachers and about 300 pupils.

"You girl, where are you going? Did you miss your bus?"

The voice came from a car that stopped beside me. The driver is a teacher at my school.

"Hello Sir, I missed the bus, I'm going to get my father to give me a lift"

"No need for that, your late for assembly already, get in"

We drove back passed the park, back through town reversing all my efforts. "Whose class are you in" asked the teacher. I told him my form teacher was Miss Williams and thanked him for the lift. My new plan was to let the teacher drop me at the school car park then sneak out again and back home.

"Miss Williams's class is in the temporary cabins in the north playground, I'll take you straight there, and perhaps you won't miss too much then"

He drove the car all the way to the doors of my outside classroom and watched me go in. I had no hope of hiding or escaping. "Good morning Miss Williams, sorry I'm late, I missed the bus" I announced as I entered and headed for my usual seat.

"Class, be quiet! Err, before you sit down Adrian, would you mind telling us all why you are dressed like that?"

"It's a bit of a long story Miss; I stayed at a friend's house last night and had to borrow some uniform to come to school. This is all she had to lend me". The class burst into laughter again and had to be calmed down once more.

"Do you think it's appropriate for you to come into my class looking like that?"

"I didn't want to Miss, but it is allowed in the school uniform rules"

"Well we will see about that later, take your seat; you've disrupted this class enough for now"

After the first lesson, Miss Williams took me to see the headmaster. I explained that I had been stuck at a friend's house because her mother's car broke down and she had loaned me these clothes. Cathy was called to the headmasters' office to confirm the story. Mr English, the headmaster, was amazed. "I think it's marvellous that this young man has shown such determination to attend school. However, I also think we should reword the school uniform rules. For now you can return to your classes, but please wear trousers tomorrow".

At each lesson through the day I had to stand in front of the class and the teacher and explain why I was dressed like a girl and that the headmaster had said it was ok. At lunch time I found myself in the playground, I saw Tom and called out.

"Don't you come near me you sissy" he shouted. A group of girls started wolf-whistling and calling me 'skirt-boy'. Another boy shouted "Get him!"

This was my dream, I'm going to be beaten up, they intend to stamp my balls into mush and make me a girl. I'm terrified and try to run, the high heel shoes make it impossible to get any real speed, in front of me are the steps into the building and I know that's where they will catch me. Then Cathy and some of her friends appear.

"I don't normally like to smack little boys" she said, "but I'm going to teach you lot to stop ganging up on this boy". The gang Cathy had brought were all older than those chasing me. They soon left me alone.

My first lesson after lunch was PE, the games master would not let me play football in a skirt so I had to join the girls' class and play netball. I'll never live this day down; it just can't get any worst. As I changed into my leotard and skirt, I noticed Tom was watching. He saw me quickly remove my blouse, skirt, tights and bra with an obvious practiced ease. He saw the very clear suntan lines left by my bikini top on Saturday. At least I didn't look so well practice at putting on a leotard and netball skirt.

I saw Tom after PE and asked him why he was being so nasty to me. "You tell me you didn't want to wear a skirt that you were forced into it because there was nothing else to wear, is that right?"

"Yes, that's it Tom; the girl I stayed with last night didn't have anything else, honest"

"Liar, I think you wish you were a girl. Why don't you just tell me the truth?"

"I'm not a liar Tom; I don't want to wear this stuff"

"So why would a boy who does not want to be a girl, or pretend to be a girl wear a bra? The skirt I can almost believe, even the tights but I can't think of any reason you should be wearing a bra unless you just like it"

I was stumped; I had no reasonable excuse to offer that Tom could believe. "Tom, you're my closest friend and I will tell you everything. I promise I'm not gay, I don't want to be a girl and we can still be friends"

By the time I had explained everything to Tom; it was time to go to our last lessons of the day. We travelled home together on the bus and I think we'll still be ok.

Dad on the other hand, was not so easy to talk to. "You let Mrs Davies think you're a girl, you slept in the same bed as her daughter? Do you realise how much trouble we're in?"

"If Mrs Davies learns that a boy has been in her house, sleeping with her daughter, swapping underwear and who knows what else you've been up to, we'll have social workers, police, school officials and all sorts of bother."

"OK Dad, calm down, I just won't go to Cathy's house any more then she'll never know"

"Not quite as easy as that son, I already agreed that we would both meet with Helen and Cathy for dinner tonight. I wanted to thank her for taking such good care of you over the weekend."

"What are we going to do Dad?"

"Get in the car; we're going to buy you a pretty dress for tonight – Adrienne."

  

  

  

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