Peter was still hanging his sister’s clothes back on their hangers when he heard them climb the stairs. He braced himself for the shame he’d feel when they saw him once more, wearing only his sister’s stockings, knickers and bra. However they did not enter, so Pete relaxed a little. He cursed himself for getting caught as he hung the clothes back in his sister’s wardrobe. He recoiled at the horrible frilly and floral affairs which shared the same space as the trendier skirts and dresses he preferred.
Once he’d tidied up, he shyly exited his sister’s room and crept, in his underwear, across the landing. He knew his mother and sister were in his bedroom, so he poked his head around the door, hiding his near nakedness from view. His heart, already fairly low, sunk to new depths as he saw his mother and sister mercilessly filling bin bags with his posters, air-fix models, old toys and new gadgets. “Wha… what are you doing?” he rhetorically asked in a tone which lacked any hint of authority.