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They went shopping the very next day, since Archie was meeting Patrick again the following Tuesday evening. If Archie had ever felt any embarrassment at dressing as a girl, it seemed to have evaporated, and now he was intent only on impressing his new friend. Sinead drove them all to the shops.
“What sort of thing have you got in mind, Archie?” she asked.
“I dunno. I dunno what there is, really. And I never look at what girls are wearing, partic’larly.”
“Maybe something a little more grown up?”
“Patrick’s what, a year older than you? Two?”
“Two, yeah. What I wore yesterday weren’t partic’larly cool, but he seemed to like it.”
“When are you meeting him exactly?”
“After school Tuesday.”
“After school?”
“Yeah….shit!”
“Yes. School uniform. You’re going to need a girl’s uniform.”
“But then how…”
“You’ll have to go to school as a girl!” screamed Sarah.
“You’ll have to wait for everyone to leave and then change – and hope no-one sees you.”
“Too risky,” said Patricia. “Look – all you need is a skirt and white socks, right. After lessons go to the toilets, put the socks on under your trousers, put the skirt over your trousers but hold it up round your waist, then all you have to do is find somewhere to take off your trousers, right?”
“He’s gonna need panties, too,” put in Sarah, matter-of-factly. Pretty pink panties, with bows and stuff, in case Patrick gets a flash…”
“Don’t worry, Archie. He won’t see them,” reassured Patricia. “But yes, you’ll need panties, all right.”
“I’ve got some already for Irish dancing…”
“We’ll get you nicer ones than those,” smiled Sinead. “Where are you meeting him?”
“In a restaurant…Luigi’s…”
“Who’ll be there first?”
“Oh – me. He’s got to come from out of town…”
“Okay. If he’s not there, go into the toilet and change. Sorted.”
“Yeah, great! Perfec’! But I can still have some new casual clothes, right?”
“Yes, of course,” said Sinead. “I’m thinking of one cool outfit, with black leggings and ankle boots and a ripped Goth T-shirt and a little leather jacket. Very cool with some black lipstick and eyeliner. And then something more youthful, like a short cotton dress with ankle socks, maybe, and…”
“What? I’m not sure about that…”
“Well, you don’t know what his tastes are yet? And in any case, dressing young will be good practice for Saturday!”
“Oh, shut up, sis! Did you have to mention that?”
“Ooh, I’d almost forgotten!” cried Sarah. “Do you know we saw Millie and her mum out shopping for baby clothes?”
“We don’t know that, Sarah,” said Patricia.
“I bet they were…probably nappies and bibs and plastic pants…”
“Shut up!”
“Shh, you two. Look, we’re here. Let’s work together, shall we?”
They spent all the morning buying stuff. As Sarah said, it was even more fun than buying for themselves. Archie was in and out of the changing room so many times he lost count. But at last they were satisfied, and repaired to the store café for lunch. They reviewed their purchases. Apart from the casual - a pair of girl’s jeans and a few girl’s T-shirts - they had ended up with four distinct outfits, which could roughly be classified as cool, cute, and juvenile. For cool there was the Goth, for juvenile the little girl – pretty summer dress, white tights, sequin bomber jacket, crisp hair ribbons – and for plain cute a couple of things in between, cute but elegant at the same time, things a thirteen-year-old girl would be comfortable wearing.
Surprisingly, Archie had seemed to favour the party dress end of the “cute but elegant” spectrum rather than the casual end. His eyes sparkled when he saw some of the lovely glittery things on the rack, and the girls looked at each other with raised eyebrows as he fondled the various textures.
“Ooh, sis… Feel this velvet… It’s so soft, but stretchy too. Do you fink I have the figure to wear somefing like that…?
“You’ve got a great figure, Archie. You could wear any of those.”
“Really? You reckon? Do you fink…I mean, do you think…Patrick would like me in that…?”
“You’d be irresistible! But it’s quite posh. I mean, it’s a party dress really. Have it if you want, but you’ll need something a bit more casual too, but different from your first outfit. What about… What about something like that…”
She pointed at a display opposite; a short flared black faux-leather skirt paired with a shiny red stretch satin crop top with a high neck and long sleeves.
“We could get you some black stockings and red panties to go with that…”
“And maybe some shoes with a heel?” suggested Patricia. “A low heel. But he should start learning to wear heels, don’t you think?”
“It’s quite, well…sexy…” said Sarah.
“Exactly,” said her sister. “Patrick will love it, won’t he? If he doesn’t, he’s not the boy you’ve described to me.”
Sarah laughed. “You’re right. If he fancied Archie in his Irish dancing costume…”
“Then he’s going to love him in this!”
Archie blushed slightly looking at the ensemble. The thought of merely putting it on gave him butterflies. Imagine wearing it out! Imagine Patrick’s face…
“But…can I have the party dress too? The blue velvety one? It’s so pretty…”
“Gosh, Archie, you’re really into it, aren’t you,” grinned Sarah. “Fashion, I mean,” she added, not wishing to break the spell. “You’ve got great taste.”
“I think we did really well,” said Patricia, taking a sip of coffee. “Archie? Are you happy with your purchases?”
“Yeah. I love all of them. But don’t tell Conor, will you? I don’t want ‘im tryin’ to outdo me some’ow…”
“Don’t worry, we won’t,” grinned Sarah. “By the way, you won’t have to compete with him at Irish dancing any more. You’re getting new summer costumes and their both the same – just different colours.”
“Really? What are they?”
“You’ll see. It’s a surprise… Guys? Can we go? I want to get home so we can get Archie to try on all his new duds again…”
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