“Careful Peter.” Mrs Brown warned,
“Any backchat, cheek or bad behaviour of any sort will guarantee your classmates will have a nice surprise tomorrow,” she said to both of us.
“Now unless you want to come to school dressed as girls,
I suggest you both remain on your best behaviour for the foreseeable future…
do you understand?”
We nodded and sulked, then when prompted, murmured “Yes Mrs Brown.”
“Now run along boys..
and do try to be good girls.”
“I wish they’d stop calling us ‘girls’.” Peter said as we made our way to Mr Walker’s class.
“Well, we are wearing knickers,” I replied, just as quietly as he’d asked.
Their firm silky hold on me was ever-present.
“That doesn’t make us girls though,” he whispered
“I know,” I replied.
“But they make me feel like one.” I thought.