“Of course.” Aunt Katinka proudly replied. “Knickers by day and a nappy by night… that’s a the petticoating rule.” she informed her as I slipped off my camisole.

I just wanted to die right there and then as the lady measured me whilst my aunt told her all about my exciting new job. When she name dropped the company I worked for, the lady said “Oh you’ll know my son! He mentioned that a transsexual had joined their team.”

“William is not a transsexual.” my aunt insisted. “He’s petticoated.”

“Well I’ll have to put him right then.” the lady suggested.

“Please do.” Aunt Katinka retorted.

“Right, he’s a 36AAA.” the lady told my aunt. “Did you have any particular style in mind?” she asked. “Although I do only have a limited selection of triple A cups.” she added.