“Because you’re not a child any more William. You’rea big boy now and big boys should wear a bra.” she informed me. “And I hope you’re not complaining about your knickers.” she added, “Because you know what happens when you complain about your knickers.”
I assured my aunt that I wasn’t complaining, but merely asking. “I never used to wear a bra.” I gulped as I folded one as instructed.
“Remember all those little cropped vests you used to wear?” she asked. “They were your training bras.”
“Oh.” I said as I put the last bra away and slid the drawer shut. When I used to stay with my aunt, she’d often make me wear girl’s clothes over my girlie undies… not everyday, but often enough.
