I never wanted this… I never wanted to be a girl… this isn’t fair… he told himself, over and over again. “hi Peter! lovely dress!” his sister giggled as she passed. He looked up but she’d gone, trotting down the stairs, tittering to herself and full of the joys of spring. He sits up and fearfully looks around his new bedroom; all baby pink and white with princess themed curtains, lampshades and even the TV. “God I always hated that.” he spat, realising it too was now his.
They ate supper in relative silence. Afterwards, Peter was told to have a bath, after which he was to get ready for bed. “But it’s only seven o’clock!” he moaned.
