He enters his sister’s room

He didn’t really know why he entered his sisters room. He was too angry to game, there was fuck all on the telly and he couldn’t be arsed with going to the biological hazard that was the play park. It was a sad reality of modern society, that the standing joke about the attached football ground was that when you played there, you didn’t try to avoid the opposition, you tried to avoid the piles of dog shite. It was worse when the council bothered to cut the grass because then all the small piles were spread more evenly across the park.

In the past, he could have gone to town, played on the demonstrators at the computer game store, perused the toys in the toy shop and stolen some pick and mix out of Woolworths. All the shops were gone now. The many computer game shops and their demonstration consoles put to the sword by digital downloads and EULA’s denying the ability to sell completed or unloved games to someone else in order to part fund a new game.

The toy shops were all gone because they couldn’t compete against the double whammy of computer games and cheaper online toys that didn’t have to factor council tax, rent, employee wages, insurance -content and public liability- into their overheads.

The pick and mix didn’t survive the double assault of sugar addicted kids with neither money nor scruples and overzealous hygiene officials that didn’t want anyone touching foodstuff without tongs or gloved hands, and since no-one used the tongs...

Now, the high street was mostly boarded up windows, vape shops and the modern day equivalent of pawn shops. Not forgetting the foreign beggars seemingly at every second empty doorway asking for money preaching poverty, but were still dropped off every morning and picked up every evening by minibus.

His sister’s room was the opposite of his. Neat, tidy. Everything had a place and was in it. Posters of boy bands and young, feminine looking male actors looked at him from the walls. Even her duvet was neatly smoothed in place. A cuddly teddy bear on a pillow that was stereotypical of an eight year old, even though his older sister was closer to eighteen than eight.

He had a desk upon which he had a keyboard and monitor, several empty cans and bottles, some dirty plates and a layer of crumbs, earwax, snot, bodily fluids and dust that combined to form an entire ecosystem for quite a few bacteria likely well known to the World Health Organisation and probably a lot they didn’t know about.

In contrast, his sister had a ‘proper’ dresser, complete with front and side minors, neatly arrayed bottles of ... stuff ... all on top of a surface so clean you could probably do surgery upon it. It really was a different world to his.

He opened drawers of her dresser at random, sniggering at the underwear on show to his hormonal gaze. Her underwear seemed to be mostly pastel colours and possessing of lace trimmed edges and little bows. Lots of little bows, that seemed to have no function other than to exist.

There was a drawer that held his sisters swimming costumes. He had one pair of swimming shorts, that was it. His sister on the other hand, had several pairs of bikinis, all offering differing amounts of skin coverage.

There was the regulation school one piece swimming costume and the others that she wore on holiday, or when swimming out with the schools control. He had seen her in most of them and they definitely did not hide her cleavage like the school one...

Merry shut the drawer and moved on. Socks. Next drawer. Tights. Lots of tights. Dark school ones, thinner different coloured social ones and thick winter ones. He shut the drawer and headed to the mirror glass fronted fitted wardrobe doors. Lots of dresses, skirts, tops. There was the party dress she liked with the frilly bushy skirt. The black dress their father most certainly did not like, school uniforms and her cheer leading uniforms. Merry turned his attention back to her;

Choose from the following.

He chose Swimwear.
He chose School uniform.
He chose Party dress.
He chose Little black dress.
He chose Cheerleader uniform.