As the annual Grand Parade approached, so did the mother's plans. They had agreed it a few years ago - bit by bit, they would plant subliminal messages suggesting that their sons really *did* want to go to the Parade.
Of course, the mothers didn't want the boys going as boys. They had already bought all the dresses, petticoats, gloves and accessories. Plus they'd all look so *cute* in those outfits.
When the day came, all the mother's hard work had paid off. Alex and Jo couldn't wait to wear their dresses for the parade - although they didn't quite know why. Something felt a bit odd - they looked at each other, a little puzzled and sheepish. Where was Ash? Had he backed out? Where was he?
Well, Ash wasn't puzzled or sheepish at all. He'd been practising in the dress for week. Oh, was today the Parade?
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Chloe was terrible with money. She had a huge online following, but every time she got paid, she spent it all on lingerie, petticoats, dresses, shoes and haircare.