While we drove along the bumpy track that was the islands only road I couldnt help but wonder about the radical change that had gone over mom since dads fatal accident. It was like she thought dad had deliberately caused his own death just to spite her. Immediately after dads death mom had been distraught and very sad but after aunt Helen had taken her to a couple of meetings at Superior women she was the very opposite. Men there scum, rapists and criminals, women were invariably there victims so women had to take charge of society or face a certain end to civilisation. Was this how that goal would be achieved, turning men into women and degrade them in public.

The cottage proved to be a much larger building than I had expected it to be. It was built from stone and in two full storeys. Its white washed walls looked almost pink in the light of the setting sun. Greta produced a large old fashioned key which she handed mom after having opened the old wooden front door. It was dark and rather cold inside after the sweltering heat of the summers day. All the furniture was of dark wood and looked to be from the time the house was built. Old paintings many of them portraits of men and women in old fashioned clothes shared the likewise white washed inner walls with old pots and pans made from copper or bras. The old floorboards there worn in places but scrubbed spotless.

– I trust you will like it here. It has been owned by my family for generations. Greta said with pride in her voice.

– Oh, its even better then I thought possible. Aunt Helen answered cheerfully while studying an old vase made from glass.

– Lennart dont you break anything or I shall have to give you a spanking. Mom said then I struggled through the door completely down loaded with bags and boxes handed to me by the twins. The twins themselves only took a small suitcase each.

– I havent done anything. I said in an angry wailing tone of voice that made moms lips go thin in that face I had come to fear, the prelude to a storm.

– You are a boy; you dont have to do anything to be a menace you just have to be. Aunt Helen said, everybody laughed when my cheeks turned red.

– I have stocked the larder and the fridge so you shouldnt be wanting for anything but just in case, just give me a call, the phone is in the study and I will bring it over or have brought from the mainland.

I couldnt believe I really dared to say what I said but I did.

– Please, mrs Greta can you help me get some boys clothes because I really dont wont to have to dress in girls clothes during our stay here. And please, take the diapers back with you I really dont need them it was just an acc ¦. Moms hand made my cheek burn almost knocking me of my feet.

– Silence you stupid girl you just havent got it have you. You are most definitely going to wear girls clothes from now on, as punishment for your stupid plan to try and ruin our vacation, whether you like it or not and you are going to learn to behave like one or you shall be punished till you do. And as for diapers, you will wear them and use them till I say other ways and there will be no more fuss about it. Is that understood, GIRL. Mom punctuated every syllable by stabbing me in the chest with a hard finger, bringing a fresh stream of tears to my eyes. I looked at Greta for sympathy but she just ignored me

– Act like a baby and you shall be treated like a baby. Now go and get the rest of our luggage.