Clothing was always a sore point for Caroline.  Wal-Mart had a good selection of plus sizes, but they were not exactly flattering.  For a time her mother had tried to mend the clothing to be more in line with what a young woman might want.  Some of her creations were successful, but enough were not that Caroline had given up hope on dresses.  Skirts showed off her legs which she was proud to have, but most men seemed to frown on a woman having legs more muscular than them.  A frown crossed her features as the reliable touch of denim seemed to be her best option.  Jeans came in a vast array of sizes that could become more comfortable with use.  That they were the common fare in her hometown made them all the more acceptable to her mind.  Digging a bit into her still packed clothing, she slide out her best pair of black denim.  A slight acid wash was cast on them showing them to be a bit out of style.  Goodwill was not necessarily known for their up to date clothing.<br/><br/>Steam still rolled off her skin from the shower she had taken moments before.  A towel had her hair tucked into its folds while she moved about her room.  The jeans were laid out first on the bed while a toothbrush stuck out of her mouth and she dug through another suitcase for something to match.  Since most of her shirts belonged to a man at one time or another, there was a cascade of plaid cast before her eyes.  Camouflage was another color her father approved of when he finally settled on the fact his daughter would not be wearing flower print dresses.  Somehow she doubted that would be a suitable for tonight.  Her mind raced for an outfit that would fit nicely but could be made more feminine than what she was used to wearing.  To keep her hands occupied she scrubbed at her teeth some more while pondering the dilemma in her mind.  Part of her was thankful that each day for school she had a uniform and did not have to struggle over these decisions.  Though after seeing some of the women at school, there was certainly room to adjust the uniform.<br/><br/>A huff and wash later she discarded the jeans.  This wasn’t a date but this was her first real time spent with anyone outside of home.  Carol seemed nice enough and John was definitely not something to take lightly.  So she wanted something better than just acid wash denim for her first time.  Something that would at least show her to be more than a boy with tits.  The phrase was one that her first and last date had told her when coming to pick her up for a dance.  Nostrils flared with frustration as she sifted through her clothing one more time for something, anything that would be right.  Then her fingers seized around the only dress that had fit her.  An article of clothing that she had never worn because nobody had ever been important enough to warrant her find now laid out on the bed.  Quickly she applied her makeup.  Her mother had once been a pageant queen, something that always surprised people after seeing Caroline.  From that she had learned the quick steps to getting ready and still having good makeup.<br/><br/>Never more than necessary.  Too much looks painted on, trashy.  Makeup is to enhance, not distract.  Lessons learned the hard way.  Only girls that have a lot to hide put on that much Caroline, keep it simple and you won’t mess it up.  The words were muttered into her mind while she stared at herself in the mirror, tiny brush delicately grasped in her strong fingers.  All of Caroline’s sisters had received the same treatment but she had gotten a lot more instruction than them.  For some reason her mother felt she needed the most help.  Pins were then set between her glossed lips while she pulled her hair up to be pinned.  With her feet she sifted through the few bits of acceptable footwear she had available.  Somehow she doubted the boots would go with the dress and the sneakers were probably in the same category.  With her toes she grasped a pair of strapped sandals before hopping over toward the bed.<br/><br/>Thirty minutes she muttered aloud before looking at the clock.  Eyes rolled to the ceiling as she noticed that such a timetable was not happening tonight.  A final adjustment was given to her bra.  The scent of sandalwood wafted upward.  While she didn’t particularly think the aroma sexy, her only other option was rosewater that her grandmother had packed for her.  Since rosewater reminded her of a nursing home, that was definitely not an option.  A nervous fidget made her adjust the bra again while she looked on the dress, desperately hoping it looked as good on her as she imagined.<br/><br/>Minutes later she stepped forward to the meeting place.  Around her moved a sundress of soft blue and white horizontal lines cutting down the cotton material.  Loose along her body she was able to hide the muscular nature of her body, yet the dressed ended just above her knee to show case her calves.  The tan sandals at her feet were strapped up those calves with a small blue pedal design across the toes.  While the body of the dress was loose there was still a deep neckline.  Many might have preferred a V-cut to showcase the bust, but modesty allowed for a square cut to be done.  Hoisted upward her chest  pressed to the confines with a display that would make her mother proud and her father glare.  Idly she remembered the cut being called a sweetheart neckline and that thought made her smile.  A deep breath was drawn as she drew closer to the man awaiting her and Carol.  At her side a purse of the same tan as her sandals hung by her side.  Fingers curled tightly.<br/><br/>Were she smaller, shorter, more petite then she doubted she would be so nervous.  Standing as she was now though, she only prayed that she would not come across once again as a boy with tits.<br/>