“Dad,” you started, tick mark slowly growing, “Why is it, out of all the waitresses here, you make me wear this uniform?” You were dressed in knee high, off-white socks and brown short boot, a short green skirt, topped by a half apron with frills, a low cut shirt with puffed sleeves that reached your elbows, and a dark maroon vest with its strings in the front, accentuating your chest.
“Well, dear, I just thought it would look best on you…” he stuttered. You know that I can’t just quit working here is why, you thought angrily. “(name), go serve the guests!” Your dad pushed y