DROP THIRTY-THREE
Patty put on the dress and looked for a mirror. There wasn’t one. Men. Making do with the tiny one in the bathroom, she got ready. Putting on makeup on one eye alone felt silly, but she applied just a tad.
She checked herself out. The dress was okay, it looked bumpy and awkward with her augmentations, but every type of clothing would have looked the same over them. She felt nice. Pretty, even. How long has it been since she just went out like this? She invited Cherry but got no reply yet.
She cleaned up after herself in Hector’s bedroom. She had been occupying it completely, and that was something they had to discuss. Hector had a second room that had been turned into a closet over the years. He must have stuffed in there everything his father owned and wasn’t relevant
