Tarquin sank deeper in the water till only his head could be seen. “This is a nightmare!”

“No honey, jail is the nightmare,” Margaret said softly.

“Says you!” Tarquin was feeling frustrated and a little angry.

“Well you are welcome to leave, I won’t force you to dress as my niece.

But if you leave they will catch you and you will go to jail.”

Tarquin turned a little pale, Margaret smiled at him in sympathy and went on.

“I have to make a call, finish your tubby and I will turn you into Rachel for the night, we can talk about tomorrow, okay?”

Tarquin saw no way out other than a jail cell, “okay,” he said with a deep reluctance, not at all looking forward to it.

At least when he dressed up for Tarnia there was reqards at the end.

“I’ll be back, wash your hair and finish your tubby we need to be quick!”

Margaret jumped up and walked quickly out the door, leaving it open.