The Holy Congregation

The colony meets every morning, if it wasn't obvious already with the daily need of a reader. The best place to visit to see how much, if any changes, the surrounding population changed was when they were all gathered in one place. If anything, they should notice that Father Frank was replaced by Mother Big Tits or whatever her name is. It was a little embarrassing to ask for her name. Especially in such a small colony where everyone knew everyone.

You walk out in your robes an hour before congregation. Only the most devout were already in the hall sitting in the pews. At least that's what your dad told you when he wanted to show off how big a lover of the faith he was. He didn't arrive early today, so it was just you and a two other families wearing their church outfits.

The outfits weren't different from the regular clothes you wore. The ones you wear for church were just the clean ones you wore while you get the others dirty doing work on the farms.

You saw the clothes of newcomers and a few lost outsiders that got lost and wound up on the colony. If it wasn't for them, you'd think the rest of the world dressed in the same exact long pants and long sleeve outfit. And the women wore skirts that almost completely hid their feet while standing. At least the robes you wore had a ton of circulation and you didn't have to wear anything under them if you were supposed to be locked in a cell with no visitors.

It was about time to update summer church fashion. The colony is facing a heat wave and church service would be miserable today with the current clothes. You take out the holy text and flip to the page about clothes. Men can obviously wear short sleeves and shorts now while the women could wear short skirts (as short as they wanted) and short sleeves as well. No limits on their neckline either. Women could have a neckline going down below their naval if they wanted.

The old text faded out and was replaced by the new text. You blinked your eyes and you were the only one to notice the change. No man or woman picked up their head from prayer despite being able to feel a breeze now or the wooden pew on her ass if her skirt was too short.