She patted his cheek gently,

“Now you get out of those dirty old boys clothes and get into the tub and stay in it till I come for you, understand?”

“Yes Aunty,” Taquin felt a little better, Margaret was so calm and certain.

he was surprised when she patted his bottom as he turned to do as she bid.

“Had a little accident I see,” her tone was light, she wasn’t upset at all.

“Leave those nasty clothes on the floor by the door honey, I’ll deal with them.”

Tarquin could only nod and blush, he felt as though he were a frightened child, he went into the bathroom and closed the door.

The bathroom was fancy, like the kitchen it was spotless and Tommy removed his wet stinky clothes, leaving them by the door as Margaret had bid him to do.

Tarquin saw the tub was filling with bubbles and smelled like flowers.

It was ironic, he had hit the road to avoid being feminized, now he was about to take a flowery bubble bath.