“I want to be able see what you’re doing, regardless of whether you’re getting undressed or not…. Jenny and I have already seen you in your knickers and bra so it’s nothing we haven’t seen before… and if you want privacy, you’ll have to earn it.”
Peter reluctantly accepted her terms with nothing more than a glance coupled with the slightest nod. She unfastened the buttons on the back of his dress, teasing him that he’ll be able to do them himself before long. Once down to his underwear, his mother looks him up and down, wonder why on earth a boy would wear a bra for a moment before telling him to remove the stockings. She holds out her hand expectantly as he pulls down the first stocking. “I see you’ve shaved your legs!”
