When Peter awoke the following morning, he thought for a split second that he’d had the most peculiar dream. But as he pulled his eyelids open and his vision cleared, he realized it was all real. Sitting at the kitchen table wearing his girlie pajamas was humiliating beyond belief, but that was nothing in comparison to the reception he got at school. He was teased by many of his classmates for having a sissy birthday party and no matter how much he wished, he could not deny that fact.
One of the girls asked him what color his dress was. “Blue,” he replied. Then she asked him if he liked it. “No!” he retorted. “My mum made me wear it!”
“And good for her!” his teacher said in a loud voice. “Like it or not boys… we’re living in an age of change and before long you’ll all be in skirts and dresses.”
As most of the boys were yet to be introduced to the new trend, they denied that day would come. But Peter, along with a handful more had first-hand experience of how the times were changing and quite rightly believed otherwise.
As usual, his mother asked him if he’d had a nice day at school. Peter said it was OK but added that some of the boys teased him about his birthday party. His mother insisted they were simply jealous because they can’t wear pretty dresses, but this, Peter could not believe.
He went to his room to change out of his school uniform. His heart sank when he opened his bedroom door. “Why this is supposed to be acceptable for boys I’ll never know.” he thought as he sat down on his new pink duvet cover with its frilly lace trim and butterfly pattern. On his pillow, his mother had neatly folded his new frilly lilac pajamas ready for tonight.
