Maury has been your hormone monster since you started puberty, you were in high school now, and it's safe to say you're definitely Maury's favorite client.

"Eugh- what store did you get this from? Queen Elizabeth's closet? You're going to a college party, not prom."

He says ripping the outfit from your drawer before you could even grab it and throwing it in the trash, rolling his eyes, he digs through your dresser.

You had been invited to a college party by one of your friends and couldn't decide what to wear. Maury had budged in hours ago, and your entire room was a mess from him trying to help you.