She's never worn slacks, not truly. Reginald had a narrow, specific view of how femininity and motherhood ought to be presented and she stuck to them to the letter- she'd never had any other options. Staring at them she has to wonder, a little, at the notion. "It would have made chasing you down in the halls much easier if I had these."
Less skirt and tulle to get caught on furniture, less volume to alert the children of her arrival. She slips into the changing booth and carefully hangs her dress and petticoat off to one side, slidig into the new clothing. Cotton, not polyester, cut to hug her hip an thigh and that's- different. The shirt is likewise nipped in and a different texture and- she feels light without the flounce around her hips an thighs.
But not in a way that's uncomfortable. Buttoned up she steps back out, arms open for Klaus to examine. "It's different." Eyes on herself in the mirror- she can't quite peg what's missing, but it feels as though something is.
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Less skirt and tulle to get caught on furniture, less volume to alert the children of her arrival. She slips into the changing booth and carefully hangs her dress and petticoat off to one side, slidig into the new clothing. Cotton, not polyester, cut to hug her hip an thigh and that's- different. The shirt is likewise nipped in and a different texture and- she feels light without the flounce around her hips an thighs.
But not in a way that's uncomfortable. Buttoned up she steps back out, arms open for Klaus to examine. "It's different." Eyes on herself in the mirror- she can't quite peg what's missing, but it feels as though something is.