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Adrian’s New Uniform Part 6
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 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 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 t the door. “S Sorry, is this, I mean does Cathy Davis 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. Davis 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. Thank goodness that’s over with. At least it was, for a couple of weeks.
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 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 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 t the door. “S Sorry, is this, I mean does Cathy Davis 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. Davis 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. Thank goodness that’s over with. At least it was, for a couple of weeks.
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