The hairstylist, whose large name badge said was called Janet, looked confused as she helped me out of my underwear.
"It looks like you need someone to decide for you, my dear," the shop lady said, "so, you will wear the same as this little girl and go along with her for an interview at St Mary's."
"I guess so, Miss," Janet replied. Then a moment later she said: "But Emma is a junior schoolgirl and I'm eighteen."
"A decision is a decision, Janet, now do as you're told and don't keep me waiting. You'll look nice as twins."
"Yes Miss, of course Miss."
The shop lady dressed us both, tying the tie tightly and placing the school berets on our heads firmly.
"A gymslip?" Janet said, but was told to hush and not to talk out of turn.
"Let me see," the shop lady said, "should we risk it or put you straight into nappies? Well, I think it will be better to play it safe, don't you, little ones?"