Stranger still

Another dream. I was back in High School, which, when that means convent school, is nothing very interesting. But this time, I made sure that my comeback to school would be more interesting. I still wore a uniform, how I hated my school uniform. It was a girl's uniform while at the time I already had the body of a woman. This time round though, I my cleavage was very tastily on show, with just a hint of that french lace bra showing. It had the most tasteful Monroe-type skirt. Oh and I wore red heels. A white uniform with red heels. And I sat for lessons feeling on top of the world, because I knew everything already. And somehow we were allowed boyfriends in class, we were allowed to hold hands. And I didn't have one. I had a lot. A very ego-boosting kind of dream. And I kept holding and letting go of all of the boyfriends one by one. Until I had just three left. But two hands. One would have to go. The problem was which one? So I first started judging by intelligence. Then by looks. Then by the love I felt for them. And the love they showed me. And I dumped two. Suddenly two more appeared and I dumped those two. Yes two more, and I ditched those other two. And somehow the nuns were watching looking very pleased at my behaviour. Finally three were left and I couldn't chose. Because one was my dad, one was my twin, the other.... I just had to find another hand somehow to hold them all. In the white uniform, in red heels. Oh and in pillar-box red lipstick, all at a convent school.