A sign indicated the door that led to the "Female Dressing Rooms," and Jarred and Sam saw that each dressing room had a floor-to-ceiling window facing out into the store, a semicircle of chairs facing each one.
They silently contemplated what this meant, until a voice behind them made them jump. "Excuse me," said a woman.
Jarred and Sam turned to see what was obviously a mother and daughter, both blonde, the mother in a tight spandex tank dress and the daughter in a belly shirt and ruffled miniskirt. "Hi, you look like you might have some opinions about what girls should wear."
"Uh..." Jarred began.
"Of course we do!" interrupted Sam. "And we think you both look fine in what you're wearing now."
The mother laughed. "Thank you, but my daughter Olivia has a date Saturday night to gain her womanhood, so I'm getting her something special to wear for the special occasion." She indicated several outfits she was holding.
"Gain her womanhood?" Jarred mused.
"You mean lose her virginity?" Sam asked.
Olivia retreated behind her mother, who looked a bit shocked. "I'm sorry, I thought you young men would be more progressive than that -- to use such an old-fashioned term. It's hard to believe that for generations, the language itself made women ashamed of their sexuality. Why, the very idea that someone's first sexual intercourse would result in them losing something -- that's almost as bad as the way women used to be treated if they dared wear clothing that made it obvious that they were female. I'm so happy that times and styles have changed since my grandparents' generation."
Sam held up his hands. "Okay, okay, we're sorry."