Dress code

"Excuse me, young lady!"

Daniel froze as an older woman stopped in front of him, looking down at the boy scornfully. "Where is the rest of your outfit?"

Daniel stuttered, legs trembling. "I... I..."

The older woman looked at his jeans, scoffing. "And your pants are soiled too. Come with me." She grabbed Daniel by the wrist, dragging him forward.

"Stop!" He yelped. "Where are you taking me? What's happening?"

The woman looked at him like he was stupid. "I'm taking you to be punished and put in some proper attire, obviously."

Oh, fuck. Daniel really didn't like the sound of that. "But it's not my fault!"

The older woman scoffed. "Your generation! Nothing is ever your fault, is it?"