Yes, the green dress with the floral pattern.  I’ll never forget that day…

Martha and Bernice coming into the room interrupted his reverie – his hands were still on the dresses.

“Any particular one you’d like to wear today, dear Patty?” a gentle smile on Martha’s face.  “They ARE pretty, yes, Patty?”

“Don’t call me that.  My name is Patrick.”

“For now,” said Bernice.  “The others will be here soon. Finishing a chore. What did you get yourself into this time, bad girl?”

Patty scowled.

“Some of those dresses…oh…I mightily wish I could still wear them!” said Martha, sighing, with her hand to her bosom.

“Me, too!  I guess we’ll have to live vicariously though our little…sister!”

Delilah and Francine, the twins, just then entered.  They were older than the other two, and were into the long skirts appropriate to their age.

“Oh!  Those short dresses  – our girlhood!”  exclaimed Delilah, seeing the rack in the open closet.”

“Pswah!” said Martha, “You are STILL girls.”

“Let’s get going,” said Francine.

“Please, my sisters, don’t tie me so tight this time?”

“We just want to ensure that you understand what WE go through,” said Francine.

“You made your point!”

“We’ll see,” said Delilah.  “Let’s get you into your underthings. Take off those horrid boy clothes.”