Mum returned and my poor brother seemed like he wanted the world to open up and swallow him whole. She’d dug out an old beige girdle, a pair of big black control knickers and an unopened pair of ‘magic’ knickers, which are best described as tiny elastic shorts. Of the three, Peter found the ‘magic’ knickers most preferable, but none were very appealing, not even to me. “I dread the day when I need shapewear.” I said as I cast my scornful eyes over the bland beige girdle and formidable control pants.
“It’s not very attractive.” Mum said, “But when you need it, you’ll be glad it exists.” she claimed before turning to my brother. “Have you got a bra?”
“I think you’d know if I did Mum.” Peter bluntly replied.
“I was asking Emma.” Mum dryly stated.