I guess the shorts these parents disapprove of just somehow magically appear in the girl’s closet.
I was wondering why they let her buy them. But maybe, like the father, she altered a pair of jeans.
By fifteen I was supplementing wardrobe with babysitting money and a sewing machine. My mom bought me the basics, but I supplemented with stuff from the second hand stores and a few warehouse type places. I came up with all sorts of stuff my parents didn’t care for. For two years, I ran around in men’s boxer shorts all summer long.