“Well, it looks as if you do like them,” I observed, trying my best not to smirk.
Peter looked as if he wanted to die. He let go of the fabric and blushed a deep crimson.
I couldn’t believe it when Mum persisted in telling me to lift the dress so she could see the knickers. Wearing a dress is the most horrible, humiliating thing and the thought of actually visiting my grandmother wearing it sent shivers down my spine.
I knew I should have run outside… but hindsight always comes too late. When mum knowingly asked if I needed to go to the bathroom, I shook my head.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
