Peter sat his bed and dropped his head into his hands, snivelled, grovelled, apologised and pleaded. “Whether or not you go to school a girl is entirely dependent on you Peter… and that means spending every second inside this house living as a girl.” she paused to let it sink in. “Now, Jenny has found you some night clothes and chose you this one for tonight.” she said in a cheery tone, handing him a folded garment. “so put it under your pillow… neatly.” she insisted as he rapidly pushed it under. “…and put these in your drawer.” she said, passing him a pile of four or five items. He gulped as he detected plenty of pink, evidence of satin and a smattering of lace in the small pile. He placed them into the empty top drawer. “You sister doesn’t want you to have any more of her underwear so…” she paused to see him react, “…so when you get him from school tomorrow you’ll have plenty of your own.”
Again a shudder went down his spite as he unwillingly visualised the drawer full of lacy frilly monstrosities. Each and every one his own. An almost silent sigh from his mother removed the vision and he slides the drawer shut.
He looked up at his mother as she relaxed her stance. In a calmer tone she said, “Now I want you to keep your door wide open so I know you’re not playing with yourself.” she says directly, yet with reluctance. “Once you know what it’s like to be a girl you won’t find it quite so exciting as you did today.”
With that, she leaves him alone, blushing and embarrassed beyond belief. He slumps on his bed and buries his head in his elbow, cursing himself for becoming such a freak. 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.
His mother told him that he only need get ready for bed. “Then you can watch TV with Jenny and I until bed time.” she wryly smiled as his lip morphed into a definite sulk. “Now go and have a bath, and make sure you use the pink towel.” she instructed clearly. Peter dropped his head further and sighed, clearly not impressed. “Your living as a girl Peter… for as long as I see fit.” She stated, stopping only to glare at Jenny, giggling in the corner. Jenny silenced herself. Their mother continued, “So you’d better start getting used to it and stop huffing and puffing and tutting.”
Peter stropped off to his room. His mother quickly followed, scalding him for shutting his door. He claimed he’d only closed it because he was getting undressed. She suggested removing the door all together if he couldn’t keep it open. “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.”