Alvin carefully traced the stitches over little Ginny's "scar."
He stared at Shirley in disbelief. "How did you convince Frank to wear a skirt?
I figured Frank was the kind of guy who'd rather put a bullet in his own head than wear a skirt."
Under Fox's guidance, Shirley had glued on a little mustache. A pregnant woman sporting a mustache was a strange sight, but you couldn't deny that every one of these women had a certain rugged air about her.
After fixing on her mustache, Shirley looked at Alvin and said, "You always underestimate Frank's dedication! What's wearing a skirt when it's for the school's Pride?"
Alvin had stopped resisting what was about to happen. Turning a mess into something good that could benefit a lot of people, while giving everyone a laugh, wasn't so bad after all.
Glancing at the bargain-bin Stark, Alvin said with a grin, "I can't wait to see Frank. His face must look awful. Not even gun oil can hide how embarrassed he is. Ha!
I'm going to take a picture with him later and blow it up to hang in my principal's office."
Shirley narrowed her eyes at Alvin and smiled. "Don't regret it. Frank looks incredibly handsome right now!"
As soon as Shirley finished speaking, Frank emerged from the dressing room next door.
He wore a red-and-black tartan skirt, black knee-high socks, gleaming dress shoes, and a handsome three-piece suit. A red-and-black tartan cape was pinned to his shoulder.
His face had been blackened with gun oil, so his expression was impossible to read. But Frank held a stylish boat-shaped cap in one hand, and a fine round pouch hung from his waist.
Ignoring the gun oil on his face, Frank looked like a clean-cut young Scot on his way to