'She would look so underdressed, ' mummy complained to daddy.'Let her wear what she wants. Seema, the younger generation does not like to dress up lik... we did, ' daddy explained and consoled her by adding, 'You can dress her up as you like when she gets married'.So I ended up wearing a light silk sari, a pearl string with earrings and a single pearl ring.Please don't misjudge my mummy. She is nice and loves me very much. Her problem is that she is a bit orthodox. She hates wasteful expenditure. Anna guided Bess from the doorway. "Shh, child, come away from there! It ain't right, let then two be." chided Anna. Days passed. Summer grew stronger and fatter. Soon she was back up to her normal condition. Josh went out every morning for his exercise, rain or shine. On the warmest days (if there were any) Summer would join him.One bitterly cold evening sometime in January, Josh asked Summer if she would mind having dinner with him. Summer had blushed, and accepted. Bess was bustling around. But I didn't mind a bit, and we were as happy asany two people could be. It was January 10th, exactly one year to the day from when I hadworn my first pair of panties, though I really hadn't thoughtabout it. When I walked in the door, Joanne was standing thereholding a large box. "Do you know what today is, sweetheart?"she asked. I confessed that I didn't, and as she handed me thepackage, she said, "Its our anniv-her-sary. You've been wearingpanties for a whole year, and I bought you a special. My stomach's natural state seemed to be upheaval. Fuck, what had I done? I'd destroyed everything, ruined all my plans for one stupid, regrettable night out. "I guess you're awake then?" I heard, and felt a tender finger brush my tangled hair from my eyes, followed by a cool dampness. I sensed weight settling on the side of the bed. Aunt Janie stroked my bare upper arm tenderly. I whimpered at her touch, foggy memories of her taking care of me last night intruding on my struggling conscious.