Why she couldn’t say such things under her breath I’ll never know. Several heads turned in our direction when she blurted out about me needing more nappies. I began to think that things couldn’t get any worse as I hung my head and looked at my shoes. I cast my mind back to those weeks I’d spent with Aunt Katinka when I was a child and realised that things could get much worse than this. At least I’m wearing male clothing over my feminine undergarments… when I was young she often made me wear a skirt or a dress when she took me shopping, but she never once tried to pass me off as a girl.
