Usually, the school house would be quiet after nightfall, with the children sleeping and Ro setting up for the next day. Tonight, however, it was not. There was a lot of grumbling coming from both the school room and the kitchen, where Randy and Aimee had been segregated. It was all Ro's idea, of course; she didn't want them feeling as though they stuck out like a pair of sore thumbs when they started at the university in a few weeks' time, and that meant new clothes. And because they were both too damn proud to admit that they needed them, Ro had gone shopping with Susie, Randy's little sister, and brought back two big boxes of clothing for both teens. Add to that a healthy dollop of fond bullying, and you had two teenagers reluctantly changing their clothing to try on what had been bought for them one outfit at a time, stepping out into the hallway to show off before returning to their respective 'changing' rooms.
The lid of the box had been flipped aside and Randy looked down into the box itself. He was surprised to find brand new jeans staring back up at him. "Maybe this isn't so bad, after all." Quickly he shed his clothes, a pile of old, worn cotton and denim that represented his past. Reaching into the box, he unfolded the jeans and tried them on. He was amazed at how stiff the material was. And no holes! A second look into the box revealed a turtleneck sweater with a v-neck sweater to go over it. "I'm bi, not gay." He shook his head and put the light blue combination on. Turning to look into a mirror, he rolled his eyes. "So going to get my ass kicked if I wear this." He reached deep down and managed to put a smile on his face as he opened the door from the classroom and began to strut down the hall and back.
Aimee, in her own turn, had thoroughly investigated the box she had been given, equally astonished at the vibrancy of the colours of cloth, as well as the general quality. Though Ro had treated her to clothing in the past, it had always been second-hand, and this stuff was brand new. Still, it was exciting, however much she had protested, to have new clothes, and Aimee wasn't so far gone that she didn't appreciate the girly part of her nature. She slid her skinny frame into a pair of light-washed jeans, dragging on a bright red t-shirt and purple hoodie before admiring herself in the mirror Ro had set up in the kitchen for her. "Not bad," she mused to herself, pleased she'd put the hoodie on too, because frankly, the cling of the t-shirt was just reminding her of the curves she didn't have. Still, if Ro wanted a show, she was going to get one. Aimee pulled open the door of the kitchen and stepped out, grinning at Randy. "Looking fine, Asshat," she teased impishly, joining him in the strut up and down the hall.
Ro had been sitting with her back to the wall for what felt like hours while the pair rummaged and chose, and was rewarded for her patience with their entrance, looking absolutely spiffy. A wide smile crossed her face as she noticed that Randy had chosen the one combination she'd bought on a whim, just to see what he would look like in it, nodding her approval to both of them. "See, what did I tell you? New clothes make all the difference."
"Eat your heart out," he smiled to Aimee and grabbed her hand as they walked. It'd been years since he had new clothes and it reminded him of his first day at school. "They look and feel great, Ro. Are you sure we can't pay you back, some how? I mean, these are expensive."
"I have plenty laid by, and I don't get to enjoy it," was Ro's gentle answer as she admired them both cheerfully. "No arguments, I'm treating you both, whether you like it or not. Aimee, you're not wearing a bra."
Horror etched itself across Aimee's face at that comment, and she pulled the hoodie closed over her chest, blushing furiously. "Ro, you really didn't have to mention that," she muttered, not even daring to look at Randy during this exchange.
Randy canted his head, a determined look on his face. Even if she didn't ask for it, Randy would find some way to pay Ro back. Then the comment to Aimee had him laughing. "She doesn't need one. She's in the itty bitty titty commitee."
Ro laughed softly. "Look again, Randy," she chuckled, seemingly not caring how embarrassed Aimee was at this point. "Some parts of her aren't so itty bitty as they were before she started eating properly." She was right, of course.
Now bright red, Aimee dragged her other hand from Randy's and crossed her arms across her chest. Unfortunately, this only served to accentuate what she was trying to hide. "If you two have quite finished," she growled in mortification, heading back to the kitchen.
Randy did take a second look, almost lecherously. "You might be right, but they're still itty bitty." He chuckled and turned to go get changed in the classroom.
Ro's laughter followed them both into the rooms, but Aimee soon called her in to explain the point of lace on underwear. With the door connecting the kitchen to the classroom, no doubt every word was audible to Randy on the other side. "No one's going to see it, why does it have to be so fancy?"
Chuckling, Ro help Aimee on with the simple bra, adjusting the straps as she answered. "Wearing nice things doesn't have to be for everyone else's benefit, Aimee," she told the younger girl. "It can make you feel good about yourself."
As Randy undressed and carefully folded the sweaters and jeans, he listened to the women converse. "And it can make an extra buck or two." This was murmured. Neither Aimee, nor Ro, really needed to know the ins and outs of that kind of lifestyle. He reached into the box and pulled out a white dress shirt. He slipped it on and buttoned it up. Next came the beige corduroy blazer and a pair of tan khakis. "I'm going to look like a professor." He bucked it up and walked out into the hallway. "You can call me Professor Alvarez. Class, open your texts to page 101." He had adopted a very poor English accent and stuck his nose in the air.
The lid of the box had been flipped aside and Randy looked down into the box itself. He was surprised to find brand new jeans staring back up at him. "Maybe this isn't so bad, after all." Quickly he shed his clothes, a pile of old, worn cotton and denim that represented his past. Reaching into the box, he unfolded the jeans and tried them on. He was amazed at how stiff the material was. And no holes! A second look into the box revealed a turtleneck sweater with a v-neck sweater to go over it. "I'm bi, not gay." He shook his head and put the light blue combination on. Turning to look into a mirror, he rolled his eyes. "So going to get my ass kicked if I wear this." He reached deep down and managed to put a smile on his face as he opened the door from the classroom and began to strut down the hall and back.
Aimee, in her own turn, had thoroughly investigated the box she had been given, equally astonished at the vibrancy of the colours of cloth, as well as the general quality. Though Ro had treated her to clothing in the past, it had always been second-hand, and this stuff was brand new. Still, it was exciting, however much she had protested, to have new clothes, and Aimee wasn't so far gone that she didn't appreciate the girly part of her nature. She slid her skinny frame into a pair of light-washed jeans, dragging on a bright red t-shirt and purple hoodie before admiring herself in the mirror Ro had set up in the kitchen for her. "Not bad," she mused to herself, pleased she'd put the hoodie on too, because frankly, the cling of the t-shirt was just reminding her of the curves she didn't have. Still, if Ro wanted a show, she was going to get one. Aimee pulled open the door of the kitchen and stepped out, grinning at Randy. "Looking fine, Asshat," she teased impishly, joining him in the strut up and down the hall.
Ro had been sitting with her back to the wall for what felt like hours while the pair rummaged and chose, and was rewarded for her patience with their entrance, looking absolutely spiffy. A wide smile crossed her face as she noticed that Randy had chosen the one combination she'd bought on a whim, just to see what he would look like in it, nodding her approval to both of them. "See, what did I tell you? New clothes make all the difference."
"Eat your heart out," he smiled to Aimee and grabbed her hand as they walked. It'd been years since he had new clothes and it reminded him of his first day at school. "They look and feel great, Ro. Are you sure we can't pay you back, some how? I mean, these are expensive."
"I have plenty laid by, and I don't get to enjoy it," was Ro's gentle answer as she admired them both cheerfully. "No arguments, I'm treating you both, whether you like it or not. Aimee, you're not wearing a bra."
Horror etched itself across Aimee's face at that comment, and she pulled the hoodie closed over her chest, blushing furiously. "Ro, you really didn't have to mention that," she muttered, not even daring to look at Randy during this exchange.
Randy canted his head, a determined look on his face. Even if she didn't ask for it, Randy would find some way to pay Ro back. Then the comment to Aimee had him laughing. "She doesn't need one. She's in the itty bitty titty commitee."
Ro laughed softly. "Look again, Randy," she chuckled, seemingly not caring how embarrassed Aimee was at this point. "Some parts of her aren't so itty bitty as they were before she started eating properly." She was right, of course.
Now bright red, Aimee dragged her other hand from Randy's and crossed her arms across her chest. Unfortunately, this only served to accentuate what she was trying to hide. "If you two have quite finished," she growled in mortification, heading back to the kitchen.
Randy did take a second look, almost lecherously. "You might be right, but they're still itty bitty." He chuckled and turned to go get changed in the classroom.
Ro's laughter followed them both into the rooms, but Aimee soon called her in to explain the point of lace on underwear. With the door connecting the kitchen to the classroom, no doubt every word was audible to Randy on the other side. "No one's going to see it, why does it have to be so fancy?"
Chuckling, Ro help Aimee on with the simple bra, adjusting the straps as she answered. "Wearing nice things doesn't have to be for everyone else's benefit, Aimee," she told the younger girl. "It can make you feel good about yourself."
As Randy undressed and carefully folded the sweaters and jeans, he listened to the women converse. "And it can make an extra buck or two." This was murmured. Neither Aimee, nor Ro, really needed to know the ins and outs of that kind of lifestyle. He reached into the box and pulled out a white dress shirt. He slipped it on and buttoned it up. Next came the beige corduroy blazer and a pair of tan khakis. "I'm going to look like a professor." He bucked it up and walked out into the hallway. "You can call me Professor Alvarez. Class, open your texts to page 101." He had adopted a very poor English accent and stuck his nose in the air.