The next morning I awoke as usual at 7.30, made myself some breakfast as Mother was having her usual lie in (a luxury I wasn’t allowed any more). I ran myself a bath and shaved my legs & pits before getting dressed. The dress Mother chose was quite short, much shorter than anything I’d worn so far, falling about 8” above my knees. Feeling naked I sat on the edge of my bed slipped my feet into the shoes Mother had selected for me. They had a low narrow heel, and were much more comfortable than the 3” sandals I’d worn the previous day.
I quietly went downstairs and watched TV until Mother got up, around 10am. She wasn’t too happy that I’d watched TV without her permission, but didn’t punish me due to the fact I’d been ‘so good’ of late.
The day dragged on as only Sundays do. After supper, Mother asked me to prepare my things ready for my first day with Mrs Barnes the following Morning, adding, “And you’ll find some head bands which match your school dress on your dressing table. Make sure you wear one for school.”
I grunted in compliance as I prepared the books I’d need for the next day.
Throughout the week, Mrs Barnes made no comment to the fact I was a boy wearing a dress, or a head band for that matter. Although my ‘school day’ was from 8am until 6pm, Mrs Barnes taught me from 9am until 3pm, and gave me strict instructions as to what I should study the rest of the time. She seemed OK I guess, a little old school so to speak. She kept telling me not to put my elbows on the desk and to stop slouching from time to time. But other than that, she was fine.
On Friday afternoon, when Mrs Barnes was preparing to leave, She asked me to wait in the hallway whilst she had a word with my mother. I closed the study door behind me and quietly stood in the hallway whilst they chatted. Eventually I was asked to return. “Mrs Barnes says you’ve done very well this week Peter. So well done, you should be very proud of yourself.” Complimented Mother.
“Thank you.” I said, relieved that they were pleased with my progress.
Mrs Barnes spoke next. “If it’s OK with your Mother, you may finish your studies for the week now instead of 6pm as usual.”
I looked at my Mother and waited for her response. “Do you have any work to finish off today?” She asked.
“No.” Replied, “Although I should go over the periodic table a few more times, just to make sure I understand it properly.”
“Very well.” Said Mother, “Well, once you’ve done that you may change out of your uniform and we’ll call it a week.”
I sat back at my desk and perused the periodic table. Mrs Barnes packed her things and left. “See you on Monday Peter.” She said as she left.
After half an hour or so, a packed up my books and went to the kitchen, where Mother was preparing supper. “Can I get changed now?” I asked.
“Yes of course.” She replied.
I found a plain black skirt in my wardrobe, and a dark blue t-shirt to wear with it. The skirt was quite short but at least it was plain. I slipped my feet back into my flat school shoes and went back down the stairs for supper. “You look nice dear.” Said Mother as I entered, glancing down to my feet. “Couldn’t you find any other shoes though?”
“Erm… I like these ones, they’re comfortable.” I replied. “Are they OK?” I asked.
“I suppose so, it’s just heels improve your posture so much.”
Mother turned her attention back to making supper. I sat at the table and waited patiently for Mother to serve. It was only when I heard the front door open I noticed a third setting at the table.
“Oh that’ll be Cheryl.” Said Mother.
