Before long, we found ourselves walking to school.
On the surface,
it was much the same as any other school day,
but we were both unusually quiet.
Although I was dressed as a boy,
I couldn’t help but feel just a little bit girlie.
My knickers fit me snugly and their stretchy slidy fabric felt very different to my y-fronts…
they may be out of sight,
but they’re certainly not out of mind.
“It wouldn’t be so bad if we didn’t have to wear nappies,” I said, breaking the silence.
“It wouldn’t be so bad if we didn’t have to dress like girls full stop,” Peter replied.
“I’m sure my knickers are too small.”
“I think they’re supposed to be,” I said.
“Do you think Mrs Brown really did suggest it?”
“Dunno,” I replied as we neared the school gates.