It was a night filled with dreams. I knew I had been dreaming, but as I slowly came up from the depths of sleep, the images seemed to fade into mist and scatter. The only thing that remained was the feeling that things were balanced now, that everything was as it should be. It was […]

My wife often complains about the amount I drink on Saturday night. The main complaints were about wasting most of Sunday in bed but more embarrassing is when she showed me the damp patch in my pants because I visited the loo so many times during the evening. She often threatened to do something which […]

I nodded and smiled through pursed lips. The fact that I’m so used to dressing like a girl is nothing to be proud of… I worry that it’s going to make me feel like I’m a girl too. But there’s no sign of that to date, and as my mum and teachers have told me […]

When Peter arrived home, his mother asked if he’d had a nice time. He said he had but felt weird having to tell them little lies to hide the truth. “What kind of lies?” his mother asked. “Nothing major.” he replied, “Just little things like… I mentioned going for bike rides and John asked what […]

The next morning, his mother won’t let him get dressed until after breakfast, so just like at school he eats his breakfast then washes his bowl wearing his girlie night clothes. At least he doesn’t have to wear his new prissy nighties in front of twenty-odd others. He dries his hands on a tea towel […]

The following day, I awake and have breakfast, wearing my frilly nightie of course. Mum asks me if I’m looking forward to seeing Sarah this afternoon. On the one hand I am, on the other I’m not, seeing as she saw me in my school uniform and will no doubt have a host of questions […]

The weather in Tuesday is atrocious, so Peter spends his time doing his homework. He also spends the entire day, from breakfast ’til bedtime wearing his dress. His does throw a little strop at teatime when he’s not allowed to change, but the threat of a night in his nappy soon curbs his whining. So […]

I closed the booklet and turned around to see Peter in his new outfit. “Oh that looks much nicer than your dress.” I said as I looked him up and down. “Do the shoes fit OK?” I asked. “Guessing your size was a bit of a stab in the dark.” Peter looked down at his […]

It’s Friday and Peter’s half term break is almost over. Over breakfast, his mother tells him that his grandmother will be visiting this afternoon. “Do I have to wear my dress… again.” he asked. “Only if you want to.” his mother says. “I’d rather not.” Peter admits. “If that’s OK?” “Of course.” his mother smiled. […]

“I’m going to miss us having breakfast together.” Peter’s mother says as they sit opposite one another at the kitchen table. “Is there anything nice you’d like to do today… since it’s your last full day before you go back to St Ursula’s?” “Erm… I don’t know.” Peter replied. “Have you finished all your homework […]