Skirts, dresses, why not?

"So...anyway, we got the rest of the afternoon off for planning sessions."

Thomas looked at the paperwork in his hands and sighed before he turned and motioned to Adams to join him for lunch as the two got up from their position near the back of the room and headed out from the teacher meeting. It was a rather busy session as new rules and policies were coming from the district on teaching standards and scores for the kids, all nice and fine, but the morning session was an abject lesson in the power of "things that could've been done by email", especially since the person from the district had a powerpoint presentation and READ EVERY SINGLE LINE instead of engaging them. Thomas was sure he had seen several of the teachers dozing off, including the other members of his teaching pod who were taking turns rolling their eyes, checking their phones, or dozing (Some did all three).

"Gods, thought it wouldn't ever end..." He looked at the man who slumped into the chair next to him, reaching behind and undoing the clip that held his hair up and he shook it down, brushing it slightly down his shoulders before looking at him. "Don't know how you put up with these things sometimes."

Thomas laughed at that and the two pulled out their lunch from the refrigerator before a few others joined them. As they talked, Thomas had a good chance to look around, most of the men were off on one side of the cafeteria while the women were on the otherside, surrounding them and their table. He didn't really think of it as unusual, it was just easier since most of the teachers that were around their age were women, the few men had moved on to different schools in the district.

After lunch, and another mind-numbing breakout session, Thomas sat down quietly in the breakroom and looked at the tablet in his hand and then placed it back down before slipping out the questionnaire for a mental break.

10.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOU WEAR A SKIRT?

Thomas leaned back and looked at the people milling about in the breakroom. Being a teacher wasn't the most glamorous profession and the women around him, bless their hearts, were not the most trendy or the most fashion-forward. Still, he knew that he liked the idea of having a mix-match and part of the fun of dressing up was the ability to do so. He supposed his sister's advice had brought him around on that one, especially since she would often talk about putting any "old thing" together and making it an outfit. Plus, as a girl, he supposed he would be just like her. It was one of the few feminine things that she did around him that he acknowledged. The girl could dress.

I would love it, especially since it could show off my legs and match the heels. I would also feel more comfortable wearing a skirt than pants, and a dress even more than a skirt. Thomas thought for a second. Dresses and skirts would help show off my legs and my ass.

He laughed at that last one, he wasn't an ass man by any measure, but it looked and sounded both funny and a bit true. With Adams waving at him from the next room, Thomas got up and fixed the hemline of his skirt before he walked over to his friend. "Once more into the breach, my friends!"

****

Thomas got home and was surprised to find Darlene's car in the driveway, figuring she would be working late again. As he came into the house, he noticed another pair of shoes and a coat over the couch. He closed the door behind him and called out that he was home. A few moments later, he heard Darlene's voice calling out that they were in the kitchen, and when he stepped in, he noticed that Jennifer was over again.

"Hey, welcome back!"

He smiled back at the woman and turned to look at Darlene who was standing by the stove, holding a beer in her hand and stirring some pasta for dinner. "Hungry?"

Thomas shook his head. "Ate out with Adams and the others after the conference. Thanks, though."

Darlene turned her attention back to the pasta and he looked over at Jennifer, sitting down next to her for a few moments as the two talked a bit about the videos, Jennifer being a fan, and after a few moments of promising to bring her some of the stuff he was receiving, Thomas excused himself to go upstairs to his room. At the foot of the stairs, a brief moment passed where he wondered when did he move up from the master bedroom but then it passed, he had always had the upstairs room. It was bigger and had an attached bathroom, plus it allowed him to set up his computer for vlogging.

After undressing and getting ready for bed, Thomas picked up his phone and scrolled through his accounts before finally setting it down and picked up the questionnaire and looked at the next question.

11.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOU WEAR JEWELRY?