Sold for Sixpence

“That doesn’t matter here.” she said, glancing at her associates. “We regularly shun our femininity.” she told me. “Not because we’re ashamed of our feminal qualities.” she explained. I wasn’t even sure what feminal qualities were. “On the contrary young Thomas…” she continued. “…nothing feels more wonderful than satin and silk against your skin and being swathed in petticoats and perfume after a good while in gentlemen’s attire.” she claimed. I gulped. “An urchin like you I expect has never been frocked on a Sunday…” she said. “…will find the experience all the more enthralling. Go with William and learn to be a lady.”