Peter nervously glanced at his sister, before saying, “I could help swap the furniture over… if you let me change.” he suggested with the same lack of authority as before.
His mother sighed an impatient sigh. “I don’t think Jenny wants that furniture any more… but suddenly it’s perfect for you.” she stated. “And seeing as you’re offering to help, you can start by bringing Jenny’s clothes through.”
A brief moment of stasis passed before his mother said, “I wasn’t asking!”
“Can I put some clothes on first?” Peter asked, “Please?” he pleaded.
His mother looked him up and down, from the toes of his stockings to his pink & purple knickers and matching bra. “After you’ve emptied your room of all Jenny’s clothes.”