A shiver went down Peter’s spine at the suggestion. Actually being sent to school wearing the skirt he’d worn on many an occasion was both horrifying and thrilling.
“…but don’t think for one moment that I won’t tell your headmistress about this.”
Peter begged his mother not to tell her, but she insisted the headmistress deserves to be told the truth. He suggested she only tell her that he’d lied, and not to tell her about the clothes. She told him that she has to tell the headmistress everything, “Because if you step one foot out of line, she’ll need to know why you’re attending school dressed as a girl!”
Peter sat his bed and dropped his head into his hands, snivelled, grovelled, apologised and pleaded.