There was a girl, lived not that far out of Hobart. She had two sets of friends.
The Mutants..self styled, were rather proud of themselves..alternative lot. Rebels, anti this and that. Lived in interesting places, went to protests, that sort of thing.
The Norms..styled by the Mutants, after a chance meeting between the groups. You see, neither group knew of the others existance.
The Norms..as you can imagine, were..normal. Maybe went to church. Held the usual sort of jobs. Lived in town, the suburbs maybe. Liked avant garde cafes, held mothers meetings, went to P&C meetings, but certainly not to disrupt them.
Yaas. Anyhow, The Girl decided that It was About Time the two groups met up. So, a Christmas in July was organised. The Norms all thought..How quaint! We’ve heard of them of course, but have Never Gone. The Mutants..well. Another of The Girl’s famous parties. We’ll go fancy dress Of Course. Shenanigans planned, all sorts of..beverages and Interesting substances organised for The Night.
So, the Norms turned up. Early, of course. Oh look, theres George and Harriet, Haven’t seen them since that Unfortunate incident at the Town Hall, where some dreadful person accused our Marty of dreadful things..in public. tut tut tut.
So, as my source elaborated, the Norms were having a great time.
Until….
The first of the Mutants turned up. Totally and utterly..starkers. Burst through the door with a shout and a wave, to be met with..ah…stony silence, accusing glares, not at all what he was expecting. A quick about turn was executed, a suitable draped-in-the-Roman-style sheet cum toga was tastefully arrayed, and he rejoined the party. The rest of the Mutants duly turned up, various pirate and siren type outfits was the order of the day.
Anyway, the party proceeded. Two groups formed, at opposite ends of the room; the Norms glaring at the Mutants, who were having a riotous time..as you’d expect. The Norms found one Mutant to be semi acceptable, smart dress, good colour sense, and soon she was surrounded by various Norm ladies.as you’d expect, and perhaps a male Norm, looking to enlarge his female entourage. One of the ladies asked what the whirring sound was, of the Mutant lady. Oh yes, she says, whipping out a rather vigourously vibrating Vibrator, hanging/dangling under her dress..This ones my favourite, its gold plated…..