Checking the landing was clear, reluctantly slid his hand beneath his frilly pink pillow and slowly removed his night clothes.
He told himself it could be worse as he unfolded the blue gingham garment. He lifted it and let it drop, noticing a second garment drop onto his duvet. “I’m not wearing them.” he told himself before he pushed his arms into the sleeves. He pulled it down and looked at his reflection, and after looking at himself from this way and that… he decided it was too short for him not to wear the matching knickers.
Of course he didn’t willingly go down stairs. Only after his mother came, finding him sulking on his bed in his blue baby-doll style nightie and long, slim hairless legs did he shamefully walk into the sitting room. Jenny almost fell of the sofa laughing before being pulled up by her mother for teasing.