“Well you need a girl name and I figured Matilda would be a good one as it can be shortened to either Matty or Tilly.” she told me. “I like Tilly best but if one of us slips up and calls you Mat or Matty…” she shrugged.
“You’ve really though this through haven’t you.” I dryly said.
“I’ve been planning it for months.” she grinned.
“Well thanks for finally letting me know.” I replied, somewhat sarcastically.
“Do you think he needs a bit more padding?” she asked her friends.
“Try the vest first.” Cat suggested. I timidly suggested my own trusty AC/DC T-shirt but was told in no uncertain terms that I’d be wearing a girl’s one. Izzy hands me the vest and I pull it on. It’s skinny fit hugs my new curves. Its racer back style leaves the broad lacy straps of my crop top and the thin black straps of my bra on display. It’s scooped neck reveals more of my crop top which conceals the fact that I don’t have a cleavage. Taking the girls’ advice, I tuck the top into my skirt and bashfully receive their compliments. “You look loads better than I thought you would!” Cat grinned.
“Oh I knew we’d pull it off.” my sister said. “This is gonna be a night you’ll never forget.”
“You can say that again!” I frowned. “I’ve no idea what I’m going to say at school on Monday… I’ve been boasting about this for weeks.” I said. “How was the AC/DC concert?… what did you wear? Err….” I mimicked.
“I very much doubt your friends will ask what you wore Matty.” my sister retorted. “They won’t even ask.” she reckoned.
“Yeah I guess.” I frowned. “…and shouldn’t it be Tilly?” I said, casting my eyes longingly towards the jeans and T-shirt I thought I’d be wearing. My eyes found my trusty old Converse plimsolls. “You’re not gonna make me wear heels are you?” I asked.
“Do you want to?” Terrie asked.
“Not really… won’t my Converse do?” I asked. The style is as common amongst guys as well as girls.
“Yeah but…. depending on what size you are, how about my Converse?” Terrie asked, revealing a pair of all black knee high baseball boots.
“You’re kidding?!” I gasped. “They’re awesome!”
“I had a feeling you’d you’d like ’em.” Terrie grinned, enquiring my shoe size. “What’s that in European?” she asked.
“Forty.”
“These are 39 so they should be OK.” she replied, unfastening the side zip and handing one to me. “And be careful not to snag your tights when you’re zipping them up.” she advised as I pushed my foot inside.
“Have you any idea how strange it is hearing advice like that?” I chuckled as I pulled the zip.
“How does it fit?”
“Fine.” I said as I stood with just the one boot on. “Thanks.” I said as she handed me the other. “These are well cool.” I said as I stood with both boots on.
“You look well cool.” they told me. “All you need is some accessories.”
“Accessories?”
“Yeah… belt, bangles, rings, a necklace or three.” Terrie replied, adding “Earrings.”
“I don’t have my ears pierced.”
“You don’t need to.”
