“The hard part is getting him into his first dress… after that, it should be plain sailing.” her aunt replied. “Safe journey.” she smiled, before turning and taking herself indoors.

The taxi horn honked again and tearful Valerie trotted toward it. As she returned home, she feared that her son would hate her for sending him to be petticoated. But she knew she had no real choice. She’s reliant on the family trust fund to provide her income and it’s a considerable amount… but it does come with strings attached and her son is about to find out just what those strings are.