Sure enough, the next day when I got home, I found the dress on my bed along with another pair of panties. Worst yet, that day when she got home she had a few shopping bags that I knew contained things for me to wear. She had me follow her to my room and she sat on my bed.

“Here are the things I promised to buy you, Royston.”

She dumped the bags out on the bed and started handing me the various items. I was surprised and worried that mom bought me so many different things, including some girl’s shoes. “Put the socks and hosiery in the top drawer and the panties and bras in the second drawer of your dresser,” she ordered as she handed me each item.

Then she had me get some hangers from her closet. Returning with the hangers, she showed me how to properly hang the dresses and petticoats. Then I had to hang them in my closet. She also had me neatly stack my shoeboxes in my closet.

Finally, as I took each dress to hang them up, mom explained how important it was to hang them properly, what slips or petticoats I should wear underneath them, and which shoes matched the dresses. “I hope you paid attention to what I just told you, young lady!”

“Young lady?” I thought. Having that many outfits meant I was in for a long punishment.

“I expect you to pick out an appropriate outfit when you get home, and to be fully and properly dressed by the time I get home unless I get home a little early. Do you understand?” She asked.

I was in tears, but managed to answer, “Yes Mom!” So every day after I got home from school, I had to put on one of the dumb dresses she bought me, along with the appropriate underwear and shoes.

Since Nanny Rose started making me come home right after school and change into girls’ clothing, I’ve become more of a recluse. Quitting my baseball team really killed me and my friends wondered what was going on, but I can’t tell them the truth. I’d rather die. I’m scared to death that if any of my friends found out I was wearing dresses and stuff, the news would be all over school the next day! So I just told them I had been grounded. I’m even dreading summer vacation, which will start in a few days since I think Nanny Rose plans to keep me in dresses all summer. But even worse than wearing dresses is putting up with my stupid brother, Mike. I used to pick on him all the time; now he gets to make fun of me every damn day. Last week I found out mom even took some pictures of me getting dressed up as a girl. Nanny Rose told me she’d show them to all my friends if I didn’t do exactly what she said. Nanny Rose said I better behave like a good little girl or else. Girls listen to their mother and don’t fight with their younger brothers she told me. Imagine referring to me as a girl. I even hate the sound of that word. Nanny Rose also was starting to convince Mike that I liked wearing dresses. She was always saying little things like that and he actually is starting to believe her. I wanted to scream out that she was lying but I knew I would be in big trouble if I did that. Those pictures would be the ruin of me if they ever got out. I realized then that there was no way I could win.