Again a shudder went down his spite as he unwillingly visualised the drawer full of lacy frilly monstrosities. Each and every one his own. An almost silent sigh from his mother removed the vision and he slides the drawer shut.
He looked up at his mother as she relaxed her stance. In a calmer tone she said, “Now I want you to keep your door wide open so I know you’re not playing with yourself.” she says directly, yet with reluctance. “Once you know what it’s like to be a girl you won’t find it quite so exciting as you did today.”
With that, she leaves him alone, blushing and embarrassed beyond belief. He slumps on his bed and buries his head in his elbow, cursing himself for becoming such a freak.