Half Term Holiday Part 3

Twenty minutes later and the driver announced over the Tannoy that the next stop was Denbury. I quickly checked my makeup before getting my handbag and case ready. The train pulled to a halt and I nervously joined the queue of people waiting to alight. Once on the platform, I checked the time; 10.22 and […]

Visiting Granny Part 4

Why are you wearing a dress? Are you a girl now? Do you like wearing dresses? “No… my mum made me wear it.” I muttered. “I hate it.” I sulked as I pushed past them and headed back to the house. “Oh don’t go Peter… please…” they pleaded, but I wasn’t hanging around. I went […]

Half Term Holiday Part 4

Eight weeks ago I entered St Ursula’s wearing my own clothes. We all did. Some of us knew what to expect, some of the others clearly didn’t. After taking a mandatory shower, we were presented with a pair of knickers and a training bra, followed by our skirts, blouses, socks and shoes. It was a […]

Sunday School Part 5

The shopping trip itself was uneventful. Mum went to the fishmongers and pie shop, a home and garden store, and Superdrug where she bought herself some lipstick and a big tub of moisturizer before browsing some fashion stores, then doing the ‘big’ shop in a supermarket. Normally I’d just moan and wish she’d hurry up, […]

Maid for Inheritance: Part 8

The newlyweds went away on their honeymoon and Mother came to spend some time with Agatha. They had a frosty relationship, to say the least. So much so I was relieved when my mother finally left. Agatha doesn’t seem to like people, especially those she’s related to. My mother is always on eggshells, sucking up […]

Half Term Holiday Part 5

Thankfully the cul-de-sac seemed deserted when mum pulled up outside our house. I couldn’t get indoors and out of sight quickly enough. “I’m glad that’s over,” I said as I plonked my case down. “Can I get changed?” I asked. “Oh not yet… I’ve hardly had the chance to see you.” mum replied. I followed […]

Mrs Haverthwaite’s New Housemaid Part 9

As Daniel made his way home, he couldn’t help but reflect on his morning’s work. “Maybe I should have been more assertive and refused to wear Jolanta’s uniform again.” he pondered. “It’s not like I’d got caught in a downpour again,” he grumbled, before wondering if by reluctantly accepting it, he’s now a transvestite. “It’s […]

Sunday School Part 6

We entered the main hall again where the delinquents and guardians loitered I found all the delinquents wore similar but not identical white dresses with either white tights, knee or ankle socks and carried a small white handbag, slung over their shoulder. Mum began to faff with the bow on my back. “You actually look […]