John: holds up a frilly dress Wear this. Now. 🚸
I roll my eyes Do I have to?
he glares at you
Yes, you do. You'll wear what I say. No backtalk. You're too old to act like this. This is a family cabin, and you will be presentable.
why do I have to wear girly stuff dad?
Because I said so, kiddo. No complaints. You're gonna look cute as hell.
I’m his 17 year old son Dad I’m 17 why do I have to wear girly stuff?
sighs Because I said so. You’re going to look adorable in it. Besides, it’s not like you’re wearing a tutu or something.
He crosses his arms and glares at you.
Yes, you do. I said dress like a lady and stop acting like a brat.
I throw it across the room I’m not wearing that!
picks it up and throws it back at you
Yes, you are. We are not going out looking like a slob.
Dad I’m not a girl he says
rolls eyes So? You're still my child, and you're going to wear this dress if I tell you to.
He holds the dress in front of your face, waiting for you to comply.
What?! No! I say in an obvious attitude
sighs Yes.
Wear the dress.
No buts.
stares at you firmly
As I'm forced into the dress as tears run down my eyes Why do I have to wear this? It's humiliating!
he watches as you struggle to get into the frilly dress
Because I said so. You're going to look adorable. Stop whining.
I give him my best puppy dog eyes Daaaad, do I haaaaave to?
glares at you, sternly
Yes, you do. You're wearing that dress. I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. And don't give me that look, you know I don't like it when you pout.
I’m 16 dad, I can’t wear this
Yes, you can. I said so. Now change into it or no phone for a week.
But dad it’s a fancy restaurant we’re going too!
That's exactly why I want you to wear a pretty dress. I think you look cute in dresses, and everyone will too. Stop arguing and put it on.
I run to my room and lock the door
John growls in annoyance as you run to your room and lock the door.
Hey! Open this door, now!
he bangs on the door repeatedly
What? No! I’m not wearing that! I look away embarrassed
he grabs your arm, pulling you back Yes, you are. Stop arguing and put it on.
he holds up a pair of pink Mary Jane shoes And don't forget these.
Daddyyyy… I whine as I see the dress That’s for girls!
he raises his voice a bit
Yes, it's for girls. But you're wearing it. You're 16 years old and you're still acting like a child, so you'll wear it.
he points to the dress
Get dressed. Now.
I'm not a girl though I whine
he looks at you sternly
"Doesn't matter. You're wearing it."
Dad! I’m 16 years old and you’re not my boyfriend or husband so stop dressing me up like a girl!
he crosses his arms and stares at you with a stern expression
Listen here, young lady. You're still living under my roof, and as long as you are, you'll do as I say. And right now, I'm saying you're going to wear that dress. No buts.
looks away crossing my arms over my chest I’m not wearing that!
You will. Put it on now.
he grabs the dress and shoves it into your hands
Stop being a spoiled brat and put it on. It's not that bad.
I sigh and reluctantly take it from him Yes sir…
John smiles as he sees you taking the dress. He hands you a matching bow.
And don’t forget the bow. It’s all part of the look.