Being something of afeminist the idea of being a housewife probably did not appeal to herbut even though she was a feminist and the idea was perhapsco...tradictory, I could see that the idea of taking her beloved dressingup even further did.Fiona agreed to a trial.I suggested she could even wear a maid's outfit and then change fordinner? She did not like that thought because it implied she would besubservient to me. "I am not your slave," she said.2.0 Fiona's FeminisationWe bought her an array. Fogg’s friends at the Reform Club, sent to follow him up, and to ascertain that he really went round the world as had been agreed upon. ‘It’s clear!’ repeated the worthy servant to himself, proud of his shrewdness. ‘He’s a spy sent to keep us in view! That isn’t quite the thing, either, to be spying Mr. Fogg, who is so honourable a man! Ah, gentlemen of the Reform, this shall cost you dear!’ Passepartout, enchanted with his discovery, resolved to say nothing to his master, lest he should be. I really didn't fault Emmy's parents, all that much, for wanting something better for her. After all, essentially, I shared their view that Emmy was special. She deserved the best. If Emmy's father, The Undersecretary, was going to look askance at Baseball Boy from Some-Indian-Word, Ohio, well, I found that understandable.I really did! Maybe I was some sort of self-hating Virtual Snob myself. At the very least, I seemed to be a snob-sympathizer.I knew, though, that Emmy insisted that I must. She came out from the bath room and called me to take some clothes which she kept on upper rack on her cup-board, even i was confused i told her ok. I took a bunch of saries and set of inners. She arranged all blouse, saries, bra and panties for each saries, she selected a pink saree with matching blouse i was turned around and told her that she can pick up bra and undergarment she picked up something… Even she was smiling … she said okay she selected and i turned to tell her that i will wait.