I felt hard-done-by but I couldn’t blame her… but when I was sent to bed the moment that I was out of the bath and dried, I mostly blamed my mother as I grumbled myself to sleep. After a long dreamless night, I awoke. And just as I’d done every morning since my hearing, I spent a blissful few moments before remembering that I’m in big trouble and everybody knows it. I shamefully mope downstairs and have a bowl of cereal for breakfast. I asked if I would be allowed to watch TV but it was a definite no. “What can I do then?” I moaned.
“Well, you can get dressed for a start,” Mother suggested.
I skulked back to my room and sulked on my bed for a moment. Being grounded is so boring. I huffed and puffed and sighed before opening my drawer. “Mu-um!” I hollered.
“Yes, Perry,” Mother said, stepping into my room. She must have been right outside, waiting.
“Where’ve my pants gone?”
“They’re in your drawer.”
“They’re not mine!” I claimed. The contents of my underwear drawer have changed since yesterday… and quite significantly so.
“Yes, they are,” Mother said. “They’re new… I bought them yesterday when I bought your dress.”
“I don’t have to wear my dress today do I?” I gulped.
“No… that’s for tomorrow.” Mother told me.
“But…” I gulped and peered back into my underwear drawer. “…these are girl’s undies.”
“They are,” Mother replied. “They’re also your undies… now come on, put some knickers on…” she said, grabbing a pair and handing them to me. “Then I’ll show you how to fasten a bra.” she added, removing one of those.
“But… boys don’t wear bras.”
“It’s only a training bra,” Mother replied, holding the garment from its straps. “It’s not a proper one,” she added as if that made it any more acceptable. After much huffing and puffing, I pulled on the knickers with great reluctance. They’re white with lacy trim and a little bow stitched on the front. Mother showed me how to don the training bra and trying to fasten the clasp behind my back was really fiddly. I complained that I couldn’t do it, but Mother said “Honestly Perry, if a girl can do it I’m sure you can!” as she fastened it for me.
I hung my head as she straightened the chest band and adjusted the shoulder straps for me, then gave me a vest to wear over it… a girl’s vest with lacy trim and a little bow to match both my knickers and training bra. I felt incredibly self-conscious in my girlie underwear as Mother got out a clean pair of jeans and a jumper. “Why do I have to wear girl’s undies under boy’s clothes?” I moaned as I pushed my feet into my jeans.
“So you won’t forget how much trouble you’ve got yourself into young man,” she told me. “Here,” she said. Mother gave me a pair of socks; girl’s ankle socks no less. I stuck out my lip and pulled them on. The knitted diamond pattern became apparent as it stretched over my foot and ankle. There’s no mistaking them for boy’s socks and pleaded with my mother to let me wear some of my old ones. “No one will see them when you’re wearing shoes.” she reckoned.
“They might!” I blurted, before launching into a tirade about it not being fair that I have to wear a dress on Sunday and that she’s being horrid by making me wear knickers today.
Mother told me that if I misbehave in any way, she’ll remove one item of clothing from my closet and replace it with an item of girl’s clothing. “I don’t want any back-chat, any whining or moaning, no getting you knickers in a twist, no strops or tantrums… nothing but your very best behavior, all day, every day.” she informed me. “Otherwise you won’t have any boy’s clothes left… understood?”
I gulped and nodded. Mother was right about me not forgetting about the trouble I’m in. I might have forgotten that I wore a pair of knickers beneath my jeans but the presence of my training bra was ever apparent. Being a Saturday, Mother had to do the weekly shop so we drove into town. I looked at my feet in the footwell and it’s obvious that I’m wearing girl’s socks. I worried that someone might see them and hoped that no one would. It should be OK once I’m walking, I figure. I recalled the new contents of my underwear drawer and asked my mother if I had to wear knickers every day from now on… since there was nothing else in there. Mother said I did. I gulped. “Even at school?”
“Mm-hmm,” Mother replied.
I gulped again. “But… what about PE?” I asked.
“This isn’t back-chat I hope?”
“No…” I whined. “Honest,” I added.
“Good,” Mother said, before telling me that I don’t have to worry about my classmates seeing my knickers when I’m getting changed for PE because I won’t be doing PE at school for a while.
“Why not?” I asked.
“To spare your blushes,” she replied, grinning at me. “Plus… the other boys might get jealous that their underwear isn’t as pretty as yours.” she added.
“I doubt it,” I murmured.
