Up to now, I was only able to wear my skirts and blouse when dad was at work (it was the school holidays).
“That’s a great shame” said mum “but we daren’t let him on the secret, so we’ll get you a nice pair of girl’s smart trousers, some jeans, and a girl’s dark T-shirt so that your bra doesn’t show underneath.
“Your dad will never tell the difference, but you’ll feel more at ease in them.”
They duly arrived a day after the first consignment of mum’s specially ordered pills.
I wanted to dive in and take loads, as to me they were the gates to a new life.