When I arrived in Terrie’s room, I first complimented her posters; Maiden, Sabbath, Saxon and Priest… the four cornerstones of British heavy metal, before casting my gaze around her room. My sister opened our case and put a short leather skirt and a black vest top with a glittery AC/DC print on the bed. “Is that what you’re wearing Izzy?” I asked as she put an unopened box of fishnet tights alongside them.
“Well… you remember when I said there’s certain conditions to us taking you to see AC/DC…” my sister began.
“Yeah.” I replied.
“Well this is one of them.” she told me.
“What is?” I ignorantly asked.
“Your outfit.”
“I can’t wear that!” I gasped.
“Course you can…” my sister told me. “…and when we’ve finished with you, no one will think you’re a guy.” she claimed, putting some black underwear items with the skirt and top.
“But… I am a guy Izzy!”
“Yes, but tonight Matthew…” Isabel said, mimicking the Stars in their Eyes catchphrase, “…you’re going to be …a rock chick!” she grinned.
“I’m not dressing as a girl.” I fearfully exclaimed, gulping at the formerly ‘cool’ outfit on the bed.
“You’ve done it before.” she stated.
“Yeah but… that was just for a laugh.”