Loretta was a housemother at the group home which was actually a farm just on the outskirts of the city that I was discharged to from the institution. I was still living as a girl and at that point had accepted living as such. Loretta was very nice. I spent almost all my time there with her. My social worker provide me with a clothing voucher to buy clothes with as the clothes I had been wearing weren't actually mine. All the clothes belonged to the institution. The majority of the clothes I did manage to bring Loretta declared were not age appropriate for me and ended up tossing most of them away.
We went out clothes shopping to the department store and managed to get quite a few clothes for the Five hundred allowance on the voucher. I was able to actually wear some casual clothes and although there were still no pants, I actually liked my clothing this time. I had lots of skirts and tops and only a few dresses. But nothing as over the top like I had to endure at the institution. I was so dressed up there everyday. And I always wore high heels. The only time I took them off was at bed. Loretta declared that my shoes also weren't really functional for daily wear. She got another voucher and we picked up some flat shoes. and runners. and boots. Only two pairs had heels. It was awkward I had to learn to walk in flat shoes. She told me she thought they went too far in their treatment of me. I liked Loretta.
Loretta in Snippets
- Aug. 10, 2013, 12:17 a.m.
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