Lost Supervision: The Fool

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"Look, guys, this really seems excessive" I'm not happy we're sitting in a store watching me try on clothes. Again. I've been through so many outfits in the last week, attempting to find the gith one for daily wear, so I don't look suspicious, but also provides mobility, no chafining, easy stain removal, and the most important one, looks decent.

"Kyle, I'ma tell you this one more time," Honora, my best friend, and the absolute worst when it comes to fashion, "I think sweatpants are the best move here."

"We tried that, remember?" Fern's younger sister Maple cuts in, I'm not really sure why she's here, she should be at dance practice. "Don't you remember how the perp pantsed her? And she was wearing no shorts under?"

I want to die. This isn't how I saw my day going.

"Why isn't she in a skirt again?" Fern cuts in. He clearly doesn't remember how bow legged I was walking after the last skirt. That chafing was the worst I've ever endured.

"Please, no more skirts, the chaffing is awful." I watch Honora start to peak up. Knowing her she's going to suggest pants under a skirt again.

"How about a skirt, but with pants under it? Victoria's Secret did it in their show."

"Okay! That's it, I'm going to kill her!" Maple lunges, while Fern and I desperately try to grab her back.

If I run through the list of my favorite TM failures of superwear it was something like

Skinny jeans, I couldn't move and got my ass beat before ripping them and finally winning, but my dignity was gone.

A dress. Such a bad choice.

A leotard. I just wanted to die of embarrassment.

The abysmal skirts Fern keeps trying to convince us work.

Sweatpants/"workout gear". The sweats fell, and the gear was so thin I was freezing and the perp thought I was flirting or just stupid, I'm not sure, it was bad.

The list goes on and on.

I just hope we settle on something soon, I'm stressed and super ready to go fight some of these perps.

I predict them losing.