We got home in time for me to change into my jeans before my dad got back from work. I put my new clothes away in the wardrobe next to the rest of the things – but for once in my life I didn’t have to hide the pretty tops and skirts.
There was lots of room now in my draws as mum had thrown away the few pairs of pants that I had worn as James – well except one pair which she told me to keep for an emergency.
“You never know,” she said at the time “you may have to go to the doctors or something and then you will need to be a boy again for an hour or so.”
Boy again.
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