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... emotions. So, why did Judith? Kulthoom sighed. “You’re frustrated by not having a boyfriend, aren’t you?” she asked sympathetically. Judith nodded. “I never meet any boys. I can never get to know them. I’m going to die a spinster.” “Don’t be silly!” said Kulthoom. “Finding boys is easy. But not when you dress the way you do. Nor when you never go out anywhere.” “What can I do?” Judith sniffed miserably. Kulthoom directed Judith to a seat and sat next to her. “Well, by not feeling sorry for yourself for a start. Look, I’m going to a club this Saturday. You fancy going? There’s a good chance that Eddie Halliwell will be DJing. But, even if he isn’t, it’ll be banging.” “A club?” “A night club. Where there’ll be dancing and stuff. It’s mostly techno and trance. It’ll be good.” “Will it?” “And there’ll be loads of boys there.” “Really?” said Judith, visibly cheering up. “Yeah. You fancy it?” “Erm… Yes. Perhaps.” “You’ll need to put on better clothes, though,” Kulthoom remarked. “They won’t let you in dressed like some kind of fifties throwback.” “What sort of clothes?” asked a visibly alarmed Judith. “All my clothes are like this.” “Fuck’s sake!” said Kulthoom, suddenly exasperated. “I only wondered if you wanted to come with me to the club. Do you really have nothing else to wear?” Judith nodded sadly. “Okay! Okay! I can go shopping with you as well. Get you some decent clothes to wear. We’ll have to go to the arcade. When’s a good time for you?” It was the first time that ...

... Judith had ever entered any of the clothes shops that Kulthoom took her to, but they were shops where she was sure Superslut would be comfortable. She almost hoped that Kulthoom would take her into Ann Summers to look at erotic lingerie, but that was a step too far. Anyway, the ones they did go into sold clothes that were far more revealing than any Judith had worn in her life. At first she was very reluctant to try on the clothes in the little changing rooms, but Kulthoom insisted. She also persuaded Judith to unplait her hair so she didn’t look quite so odd, even though her clumsy clothes did cause a few eyebrows to be raised when they entered the clothes shops. In actual fact, Judith didn’t choose any of the clothes she bought. It was Kulthoom who decided what Judith should buy and none of these were remotely like any clothes Judith had ever worn before, but, as Judith secretly noted, were certainly suitable for Superslut . They were slightly more revealing than the clothes Kulthoom wore on campus, but were not by any means outrageous. These were a short-cropped tee-shirt, a short denim skirt, a garish plastic handbag and small bootees with more heel than Judith usually wore, but not so much as to make dancing an improbability. “So, let’s look at you, girl!” said Kulthoom, standing outside the changing rooms in front of the mirror. Judith nervously and awkwardly strode back and forth in her new clothes, actually rather liking the image she saw of herself. Superslut was poised ...