Mrs Brown asked us if we’d had a nice summer when we returned to school.
“Yes Miss,” we replied as the other kids cast us peculiar looks, whispered to one another and giggled.
We took our seats and waited for the rest of the class to arrive before Mrs Brown took the register.
Clearly, we weren’t being altogether honest when we said we’d had a nice summer.
“Good morning girls.” Mrs Brown said as three more pupils entered the classroom.
A host of giggles and goshes erupted as John, Michael and Stephen entered, each wearing the girl’s uniform.
Peter and I couldn’t believe it. Neither could most of the other children.
Mrs Brown stood all three of them at the front of the class and explained why they were dressed as girls.
“Since they’ve proved they cannot be good boys,