When we got home, mum asked us if we’d had a nice day, and whether we’d been good or not.
We moaned a ‘yes’ to both questions.
“Well, let’s get you out of those boring boy clothes,” she said.
She took us up to her bedroom, where our boy clothes were taken from us and locked in her Ottoman.
Stood in only our knickers,
mum said we could go and choose a dress to wear.
“But I wanted to play out,” I said.
“Johnny and Mackie are down the swings.”
“Well in that case you might prefer a playsuit instead of a dress.”
“What’s a playsuit?”
“I’ll show you.” mum smiled.
We followed her to our wardrobe,
wearing only our frilly pink knickers,
but hiding them as best we could with our hands.