Hanging from her fingers is a big paper carrier bag and I knowingly asked if she’d been to the checkout. Mum nodded. I pushed my foot into my shoe and pressed my heel into it. “Did you find some shoes?” I asked as we exited the store. “I did.” Mum replied. “I’ll show you them […]

They said their goodbyes and Jennifer escorted Peter back to the elevator. “I can’t believe that just happened.” he said. “I’ve actually got a job as graphic designer?” “Office junior.” Jennifer corrected. “It will involve some design but to begin with it’ll be mainly setting out, proof reading, photocopying, printing and lot of tea making… […]

    He murmured what sounded like a final appeal as I laid the unbuttoned dress on the bed. I looked him up and down. His pale thin legs emerged from lace trimmed knickers, into which a matching girlie vest was tucked. Shyly, and reluctantly, he stepped toward his sister’s bed and approached the dreaded […]

“How was school today?” she asked. “Do you want a hot drink?” “OK.” he replied, adding “Yeah please.” followed by “I’ll make it.” He slid the kettle onto the hotplate and told his mother that he’s got a stack of homework to complete before the end of the mid-term break. “I might ride over to […]

It has been another rotten day. School was a nightmare as usual. I am perhaps the only boy anywhere in school that is always mistaken for a girl at first glance. It has caused me no end of torment and has caused me to be beaten repeatedly by the school’s psychopathic Bullies. I have returned […]

Mum grabs a pack of white vests with the same ‘back to school’ branding before lingering at the selection of socks and tights. “Anything you like?” she asked. “Knee socks maybe?” she added, picking a pack of pelerine ‘school’ socks from the display and having a closer look. “Nah.” I replied. “I wouldn’t wear them.” […]

The portfolio was unzipped and his work scrutinised. Mrs Drummond asked him numerous questions about what he’d done and how he’d done it. “…and this all without a formal education in graphic design?” “I did GCSE Art & Design.” Peter replied. “Well seeing work of this standard from a GCSE student is…” she paused. “All […]

After school a group of six or seven of us walked home together. Two of the group, Patrick and Nigel were giving Andrew and his brother a hard time about having dresses and wearing them. They defended themselves by claiming that they don’t like them, they’d rather not wear them and only do so because their mother […]

Peter’s parents are more than happy to swallow anything that the school recommends which means he hasn’t worn ‘normal’ boy’s underwear since that day in early September when he first attended Butterworth High School. Back then he thought he’d never get used to it, especially the training bra but now, after six months… it’s just […]

My gift vouchers added up to £25 and the two LPs I’d chosen were ten pounds each. The T shirts were also a tenner and Mum said she’d put up the rest if I wanted one. They had loads to choose from including Radiohead, Nirvana, Linkin Park, Muse and Green Day… but I settled on […]