His mother sighs impatiently. “I don’t know what you’re crying about Peter… you went to great pains to wear your sisters clothes and now you are your playing all hard done by.” she states. “You should be over the moon!” she supposes. “Now stand up so we can have a look at you.”

Peter’s tears begin to run more freely down his cheeks as he stands. He feels like a shop mannequin and hoping he can still plead his way out of this, looks up at his mother. “I’m sorry.” he mutters.”Please can I take it off.”

“I’m sure you are Peter… I’m sure you are. But no, you can’t.” his mother coldly replies. She turns toward his sister who stands gleefully by the wardrobe. “Jenny has very kindly selected some of her old clothes for you… so why don’t you say thank you you hang them in your wardrobe?”

“But I don’t want to… I don’t want to wear those.” he sniffles.