“Well, you may as well get on with your homework.” his mother says. “After you’ve straightened your socks.” she adds. “The pattern shouldn’t be twisted like that.”
He sits himself down and straightens his socks. Once he’s satisfied the patterns are straight, he looks up at his mother for approval.
“That’s better don’t you think?” she asks. He nods. She smiles. “When you’ve got used to being a girl it’ll be second nature.”
“Do I really have to dress like this all the time?” he asks, again. In no uncertain terms, his mother replies in the affirmative. He decides now is the time to stop asking. His fate appears to be sealed.
