His mother told him that he only need get ready for bed. “Then you can watch TV with Jenny and I until bed time.” she wryly smiled as his lip morphed into a definite sulk. “Now go and have a bath, and make sure you use the pink towel.” she instructed clearly. Peter dropped his head further and sighed, clearly not impressed. “Your living as a girl Peter… for as long as I see fit.” She stated, stopping only to glare at Jenny, giggling in the corner. Jenny silenced herself. Their mother continued, “So you’d better start getting used to it and stop huffing and puffing and tutting.”
Peter stropped off to his room. His mother quickly followed, scalding him for shutting his door. He claimed he’d only closed it because he was getting undressed. She suggested removing the door all together if he couldn’t keep it open.