Dress code

There was a knock on the door. "Come in!" said the principal.

Morgan entered, looking like a whipped puppy.

"Oh, Morgan, come in and have a seat."

Morgan sat next to her friends, no one making eye contact.

Morgan," said the principal, "since you're a lesbian, you need to wear dark heavy jeans or cargo pants, combat or work boots, and flannel shirts with the sleeves cut off. Also you need to get a haircut, probably very short on the sides, long in the back, something a butch dyke like you would wear."

Morgan looked up, eyes wide, mouth open, lip trembling.

"I've made sure your teachers allow you to perform lesbian sex acts during class unless they're testing."

"Now, Riley, you are lipstick lesbian, so wear frilly girly dresses, bright pink lipstick, pig tails or curls. Lily, we are going to allow you to wear short shorts and micro-mini skirts, which you must wear every day. Your shoes must have heels at least three inches tall, and you must wear fishnet hose and very tight tops with no bra. Bright red lipstick, lots of eyeshadow, and your hair must be teased up really big, you know, a really slutty look. Ladies, we have contacted your parents, and they have agreed to take you shopping after school."

The bell rang for class change.

"OK, ladies, get to class."

The three stunned, sad, defeated, but accepting girls got up. They left the principal's office without saying a word. In the hall they spotted a smiling and smug Jenny O'Rourke clutching an old notebook to her chest. She strutted past them, humming a happy tune.

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Jenny went to her next class. She decided more new rules were in store.