"You may be right, but when I'm finished with you, you should be able to talk hair and makeup, maybe dresses and shoes; I don't know about the boys though."
"So there's a flaw in the planning," I said.
"I'm sure you'll manage. It's not as if you'll be meeting anyone you know," Anna stood and walked to the rack of clothing. "Let's get on with it, shall we; underwear first."
"I don't know anything about girl's underwear."
"My, we have led a sheltered life, haven't we?" Anna smiled knowingly. "I'll bet you know far more than you'd admit. There's bound to be some of those magazines floating around school, and if not, the internet and movies will have given you some idea."