I think I’ve just discovered the really sadistic part of the Reformatory. I may not go now.
There are only four pairs of knickers on the kit list! And we are there from Friday night until Sunday night (well actually Monday morning, but we are only in role until Sunday night). That’s at least four changes. What happens if a girl gets all hot and bothered? And they will be the gross regulation kind, that you could parachute out of a plane with!
In common with fellow bloggers Eliane and Emma-Jane, whenever I travel for a scene weekend, I always have at least four times as many pairs of knickers than I actually need. Because you never know when the urge might strike you and what type you might need to wear. But at the reformatory, if you have stuff that’s not on the kit-list, it gets confiscated*
How can they do this to me? I haven’t been that bad a girl!
It’s almost enough to reform you!
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*Mental picture of Dr Grimace sitting in his room with a huge pile of knickers.
I have the utmost faith in your collective knicker-smuggling ability.
Jessica, have you thought of organising a protest, nothing ventured, nothing gained. WEG
Warm hugs,
Paul.
This is me leaving a comment, bitch tits. I think you should be banned from having any pants because you’re a big ole’ meanie.
A reformatory girl should count herself lucky to be allowed to wear knickers at all…
Grins evil smile with thoughts of the weekend
I’m with you missy! Justice for knickers
@Abel you is very evil indeed!
Well … You could always wash & dry?
Les