Lizzie had no idea how the conversation had changed from one complaining about Tucker’s stupid trick to one about what she wore, but she was in the middle of it before she noticed.

"And if the period dress called for entirely baring your tits, you'd do it?”

“Don’t be stupid! I’d just not wear something like that!” Honestly!

“Seems a poor excuse to let guys ogle you. And they were,"

Aye, and you were one of them, until ye kenned who I was.” Which was true. His brother and him were both eyeing her up, when she was looking after.. whoever it was.

"It's nothing to do with embarrassment, either,"

“Because I had nothing tae be embarrassed about.” She glanced down at her chest, her titties well hidden by bra, vest, school shirt and pullover.

"It's just not...right. Or proper."

“I’m no turning intae a nun just for you, Tucker,” She said emphatically. “I’m wearing my skirts at exactly the same level as I do now. And if I want tae leave my top button opened, I will!”

But then she softened a bit. She wasn’t sure whether he was showing a proper protective concern, or trying to control her, but she would give him the benefit of the doubt. This was Tucker, after all.

Which gave her an idea.

“So do I get a say in what you wear, then? I mean, fair’s fair. I’ll no hang my titties out for al’ tae see, and you can make a bit of an effort tae keep yer shirt tucked in, and yer troos a bit cleaner. You might not want the lads tae look at me, but I have tae look at you al’ the time.” She flapped her hand at him.

“If you think I look like a tramp because I showed a little skin, what do ye think you look like, yersel’?

The fact was, she didn’t really care that much. But there had to be some negotiation before she was going to give entirely. She hadn’t done anything wrong, by her lights. And she was sure there was something else she had been thinking about before they had started talking about how much skin she was allowed to expose to the public gaze.

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