He chose Little black dress

Merry curiously parted the hangers to see what they held. Lots of jumpers, jeans and leggings. His sister possessed more clothes than he had owned in his entire life so far. He came across the dress his father really liked. Merry laughed at the sarcastic thought. He was actually surprised that their father had not sneaked in one day and just burned the thing.

It was one of the many differences of opinion between his parents. His mother’s public view, was that her daughter was entitled to wear anything she wanted and bought, whenever she wanted. His father’s public and very loud point of view, was that his daughter should wear an actual suit of armour whenever she left the house.

To be fair, Merry could see both sides of the argument. That dress was almost legendary amongst all the boys in his class. The first time Merry had seen it, was on the phone screen of one of his mates. She had gone to a friend’s party and had left the house wearing a very modest dress, nothing that would raise their parents eyebrows. Then she had stopped off at a girlfriends, where she had swapped dresses and then the pair of them had gone to the party wearing similar dresses. Her friend hadn’t made the same impact as his sister had. Probably down to the fact that the friend’s dress was slightly longer and didn’t cling just as tightly as his sister’s had.

The dress itself was black, extremely short, clung to contours like cling film and had a ruched front. Thin straps went from the front over the shoulders to the back, which was very low cut. The left side at the hem was gathered up a little and had a string tied in a neat bow that could be used to gather up the side further or let the it back down to keep a symmetrical hem. His sister had it tied up so that even more flesh at the side of her left thigh was exposed. Any higher and the cleft would be in danger of revealing the bottom of her knickers to the gaze of anyone who cared to look her way. And judging by the photos from the party, a lot of boys had been looking her way. There had also been a very active discussion as to whether she had been wearing underwear or not. It was hard to tell by the pictures, but the general consensus amongst the male members of the school, was that she had gone commando. Or that she had worn a thin thong as there were no panty lines.

She had managed to keep the dress quiet for weeks before the internet, in this case Facebook, let the proverbial cat out of the bag and their mother had seen one of the many photos of her on a photo linked to a friend’s Facebook page. The friends mother had commented on the picture and since the friends mother was also a friend of their mother on Facebook, the comment and the photo had appeared on their mother’s Facebook feed.

Their mother had been remarkably restrained on the matter. Simply saying to his sister, “That is some dress...”