I didn’t wear them very often, not for any particular reason though. I was far from a tomboy. I just saw my jeans first thing in the mornings. Eventually I settled on a semi nice black skirt that went down to my knees. I made my way back downstairs and saw mommy eating her own breakfast.

“How’s this?” I asked. I turned around so she could see me from behind as well. I felt the skirt swish across my legs, and wondered if that showed anything off.

“Looks perfect.” Mommy said between bites. “You almost look like a big girl even.” She grinned at me.