Eh, I've given Molly a lot of wear lately. Gotta shake things up a bit.Did I mention that I found my high school uniform in my closet, though? I kept two of the plaid skirts (one pristine, one artistically shredded in the tradition of all graduating seniors), several pair of old saddle oxfords in varying stages of decomposition, and a v-neck sweater. All I need is an Oxford shirt, knee socks, and a shaggy blond wig, and I'm good to go!
...I think that despite my initial enthusiasm, the sheer ickiness of the realization that I'd be dressing up as a sexualized fourteen-year-old girl is going to put a stop to those plans.
If you are up to no good, please do no good for me too, okay?