He cast his mind back to lunchtime, when his mother convinced him to try on the dress. He cursed himself for giving in too easily as he reached new depths of humiliation. He remained silent as he hand-washed his knickers in the kitchen sink wearing only his nightie and nappy. His granny made him a slice of cheese on toast and poured him a large glass of milk. He rinsed the soap out of his knickers, rung them out and placed them on the radiator to dry. Peter’s stomach was so full of shame he barely nibbled at his toast. His grandmother made small talk whilst half watching a chat show on TV. When the adverts came on, Peter asked if he could go to bed.

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