My late Step-mother always thought of herself as very high class. A week after she and my father married and she had moved in he left for a business trip and she told me she would no longer be embarrased by my appearance so she took me shopping and bought all these stupidly expensive clothes. All I had to wear was dresses and knee socks. KNEE SOCKS!!! One time I went to a sleep over party and she packed the biggest fluffiest ball gown-looking nightgown. I looked rediculous. It seriously looked like Cinderella's ball gown. Everytime I moved it made the loudest russelling sound. Finally, in the middle of the night one of the girls sat up and said she could not sleep because of the noise coming from my dress. that comment was followed by ten little "me too"s. My friends father had to give me one of his shirts to sleep in. I was so embarrassed i cried.
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