Peter glanced around his room once more. Although fairly certain he knew the answer, Peter asked, “Where will I be sleeping?”

“In Jenny’s room of course!” his mother replied.

“But that’s not fair!” Peter claimed.

“It’s not fair that you lied to me and bunked off school in order to invade your sister’s room to wear her things.” his mother spat, “so i think it’s perfectly fair that you move into your sister’s room permanently.”

He gulped at the thought of staying in his sister’s bedroom, and he knew he’d never be able to have his friends around unless it was completely redecorated. He felt he’d come up with some leverage. “Mum?” he asked.

His mother stopped what she was doing, faced him and said. “If you got something to say come in and say it.”

Peter glanced down and gulped. He was still hiding behind the door, embarrassed of his attire.

“I mean it Peter, you’re only wearing what you chose to wear… and you’ll be wearing nothing else until I decide otherwise.”

Peter reluctantly stepped from behind the door. Shame flooded through his veins as his mother and sister looked down at his knickers. “Not very excited now are you?” his mother observed as Peter hung his head. “Well?” she prompted.

Peter nervously glanced at his sister, before saying, “I could help swap the furniture over… if you let me change.” he suggested with the same lack of authority as before.

His mother sighed an impatient sigh. “I don’t think Jenny wants that furniture any more… but suddenly it’s perfect for you.” she stated. “And seeing as you’re offering to help, you can start by bringing Jenny’s clothes through.”

A brief moment of stasis passed before his mother said, “I wasn’t asking!”

“Can I put some clothes on first?” Peter asked, “Please?” he pleaded.His mother looked him up and down, from the toes of his stockings to his pink & purple knickers and matching bra. “After you’ve emptied your room of all Jenny’s clothes.”

Peter returned to his room and took as many clothes from the wardrobe as he could carry. He returned to his old room to see his mother emptying his wardrobe, by throwing everything in a crumpled pile on the floor. Back and forth he went in only his underwear, fetching her masses of dresses and jumpers until the wardrobe was finally empty. Even with his own clothes in it, it won’t be any less feminine, he thought as he removed the final box of shoes.

The box of shoes was swapped for one of his empty drawers, which he was to fill from Jenny’s drawers. The first drawer full he’d just tossed Jenny’s undewear in. His mother tells him that it is not acceptable, and that he should make sure they remain neatly folded. “Otherwise I’ll make sure everybody knows what you are!” she threatened.