But the Priest wears a Dress!

Is this fair - when they (mostly) spout bible verses at us who WANT to wear a dress.

This is an Alys-500 for anyone to amend, borrow, extend

Chapter 12

Jen and I went for a walk before dinner. No surprise, we had a couple of soldiers following us, rifles in hand. They remained at a discrete distance but did a good job of showing themselves to us.

“You could probably get away if you tried,” Jen said, keeping her voice low.

“Let’s reserve that for if and when it becomes necessary,” I muttered back. “If I get away once, they’ll increase the number of guards, and probably arm them with tranquiliser guns.”

“Don’t you think that’s what those are?”

The year was 2010 and I was in my fifth year as a teacher. I’d been told from the outset that not many people transition into teaching in later in life, but I’d though, ‘I raised three kids on my own, how hard can it be?’ What nobody told me – and I’ll admit I never bothered to ask – was that not all kids were polite, intelligent and interested in learning.

Nobody bothered telling me – though this I should have been able to figure out for myself – that maths and science are among the most hated subjects in school, and only weirdos like me actually like them.

This is a chapter by chapter summary of the first 24 chapters of Jeremy Chandler’s, “My Summer in Pantyhose,” last added to by Jeremy 04/07/2023. It is intended to provide a reminder of what took place before I post my unauthorized continuation. The story line and characters belong to Jeremy Chandler and are used without express permission. What follows is intended as fan fiction with the greatest of admiration for Jeremy and appreciation for the original work.