“Terry get up. Terry get up!! You’ll be late for school.”

“Ok dad. Where are my clean panties?”

“There should be some in the drawer, if not can’t you wear boxers for a change?”

“I could, but I prefer panties.”

“Actually, Susan has an unopened pack in her drawer. I know they are girl’s panties but they are spandex, they should be comfortable. She only seems to wear boxers now.”

“If I wear a skirt today, will I have to wear tights?”

“Yes, the uniform code says, tights until spring. You can get away with socks in two weeks.”

“Well trousers today then. I’ll be down in a sec. Can I have toast.”

Simon popped two slices in the toaster and poured a glass of orange juice. They had to be quick. He was due to be at his job as a reception worker for the local council at 9 A.M.

He checked himself in the mirror. The round neck, blue, long sleeve dress looked quite smart. He wore black stockings and flat shoes. He found tights a little too hot because of the heating in reception was always turned up too high. That was the female employees fault, he always thought. He had tried the alternate uniform, but didn’t like the blazer and tie. He always felt like the tie was choking him.
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He couldn’t understand how his wife could wear clothes like that all day, but then again she hated skirts and tights with a passion. He couldn't remember last time he saw her legs outside the bedroom.

Terry came down in his school uniform and sat at the table eating his breakfast.

“Are you going to watch Susan’s game tonight or are you coming straight home?”

“She’s one of the only two girls left on the team dad. She’s done so well. Not many girls are still in football teams at fourteen.”

“I wish I could be there myself. I do worry about her. Some of those boys can tackle pretty hard at fourteen.”

“Dad, she’s so fast. They’d have to catch her first.”

“Still, I’d be happier if she was on the netball team.”

“That’s mostly boys now too.”

“I know, but it’s not so physical. She won’t end up with a broken nose.”

When they arrived at school Terry walked in chatting to his friends Donna and Peter. Donna was dressed in trousers, shirt and blazer like Terry. Peter was in blouse, skirt and tights.

“Not seen you in a skirt for ages Peter.” Said Donna.

“I ripped my trousers climbing a tree yesterday. My other pair are too small. So, it will this until mum gets me a new pair.”

Debbie, Peters mother was wearing a sharp looking business suit. A pencil skirt with a well cut jacket.

“I’ll try to pick you up a new pair lunch time Peter. Quick in you go before the bell goes.”

She turned and walked away quickly. Her heels clicked on the tarmac as she walked to her car.

“Hey Simon. How the hell does she drive in four-inch heels? I have a two-inch pair, I can’t even do it in those.”

Rob was Simon’s age, thirty-five. He was wearing a strange combination of a checked lumberjack’s shirt, which showed his large muscled arms, and a short, leather skirt. His legs were hairless as usual. He went in for body building competitions at weekends.

“I know Rob, same with me. When I wear them, I have to keep a pair of flats in the car. Must be something to do with an XX chromosome. Anyway, why are you dropping Donna off. Tina normal does it.”

“I still have some time off from the construction company. Tina’s used her holiday up. I’m staying with Jackie the rest of the week.”

Simon wanted to kick himself. Jackie, Rod and Tin’s daughter had been in a work-related accident. He should have asked.

“Sorry Rob how is she, what actually happened?”

“She should be fine. It’s nothing major, just a broken leg. It was her own fault really. She was out with the crew last week in that storm. There was a power line loose at the top of a pole. The guys she worked with told her it was too dangerous, but you know what girls can be like in jobs like that.”

“Yes, always think they have something to prove. My Susan’s going to be like that I’m sure of it. That’s what being equal is all about though right? Showing we can be just as good as each other, not asking for specal treatment.”

“Yeah, but I still worry. I can’t help it. Her crew love her. She’s always first up a pole or digging a hole. I have had nonstop phone calls from them since the accident.”

Tina, Rob’s wife worked on the checkouts at the supermarket that Simon’s wife managed.

“If you want mate, I can ask Maggie to give Tina some time off.”

“No, Jackie will be fine in a few days. She'll be used to the cast by then. Thanks anyway. Who’d be a father of girls eh?”

“Yeah tell me about. “

NOTE
In this world there are dress codes, trditional male or female variations, but you can choose whatever one you want and no one cares.
Anything that isn't part of a dress code, like underwear is up to you. The father wearing a mix wasn't working so his choice.
The best thing is no one cares.