Neither myself nor my brother could believe this was happening.

Our mother opened the double doors of our wardrobe to reveal a resplendent display of skirts,

blouses

and dresses.

“You honestly don’t expect us to wear those do you?” Peter asked.

“Well after you two have had a bath, you won’t have any choice in the matter.” she replied.

“If you want to wear your boy clothes, you’ll have to earn them.” she stated

Mum started to divide the rail full of girlie clothes.

She went on to remove one of the gingham dresses the girls all wore.

She then went on to make the following threat.

“Otherwise you’ll both be going to school tomorrow wearing this.”

“You’re joking right?” I said.

“There’s no way we’d be allowed to go to school dressed as girls.”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” Mum asked.

“And for your information, it was your teacher Mrs Brown who suggested petticoating.”

“Petti-what-ing?” Peter sneered.