Finally, the day had arrived.
Aunty Shirley’s favorite day of the week.
The day when we could all be forgiven for our sins that we had notched up during the week.
Yes, today is Sunday and for the foreseeable future, that was to mean one thing.
Sunday School
Naturally followed by church.
During the previous afternoon, when we had arrived home from shopping and cousin Karren had been telling me about witches as well as her prophecies for my future, away from Nanny Mitchel and Aunty Shirley, Aunty Shirley had continued her influence on Nanny Mitchel.
It was always safe to say that if nothing else Aunty Shirley could be manipulative with her influence and wrap the likes of a somewhat lower-class Nanny Mitchel around her finger.
For the time being this influence was going to include Nanny Mitchel bringing myself and cousin Karen to the local Sunday school and church.
When I say for the time being, I do mean for the time being, for eventually Mrs Hegitey was going to have somewhat of a different influence.
“A little godliness can only do them both the world of good Dorothy.” were Aunty Shirley’s parting words as she left Nanny Mitchel’s abode that afternoon.
Naturally, so far as Nanny Mitchel was concerned, if Aunty Shirley said it, it must be true.
The previous evening was not much different from the evening before, although it was a little more relaxed.
It appeared to Nanny Mitchel that I had accepted my transformation from a boy to a girl straight away, so she no longer had to be as harsh as she might of had to be had I fought my transformation.
I on the other hand was still secretly asking myself questions.
Questions such as.
Why had I so readily accepted my transformation of genders with so little resistance?
Was it because I was so scared of Nanny Mitchel that rebelling was completely out of the question?
Or was it the fact that in truth I really did not want to be a male?
Whilst Nanny Mitchel had busied herself in watching Saturday evenings television. and cousin Karen had been immersing herself in Nanny Mitchel’s Gratten catalog I found that I had time to myself to reflect on my own thoughts.
I reasoned to myself that, Yes, I was scared of Nanny Mitchel and the discipline she could dish out at the drop of a hat.
However, having said that, it was not as if I was not already used to it.
Over the years I had had my fair share of smacks, at home, from Auntys, and from teachers at school.
I had even at one time been caned by the headmistress and had my name put in the school punishment book.
Surfice to say although I was considered by many a complete pansy, I was already hardened to corporal punishment.
Bearing this in mind I could probably take whatever Nanny Mitchel could dish out and more.
So taking all this into consideration, I reasoned with myself that there had to be a reason why I was so willing to accept my current gender transformation.
For now, though, I would stick a pin in it as there were more pressing things to concern myself with.
It was seven thirty p m.
Nanny Mitchel announce that it was time for myself and cousin Karen to get ourselves ready for bed.
Naturally neither myself or cousin Karen argued with this announcement, for it had been a long day and we both wished to go to bed without having to be smacked first.
As myself and cousin Karen both took ourselves up the creaky staircase to the bathroom, I heard Nanny Mitchel’s commanding voice.
“Patricia, remember to fold your clothing up neatly as I will be up there to see that you have.”
The truth of the matter was, however, that Nanny Mitchel was also very tired.
It had been a long day for Nanny Mitchel as well as us two.
First of all, it had been the trip to the town itself which always took it out of an aging Nanny Mitchel.
As well as this we had also met up with the formidable Christian Aunty Shirley.
Although Aunty Shirley was one of Nanny Mitchels best friends, she did at times find her domineering attitude and her need to always be in the right somewhat wearing.
Then there had been the shopping for my and cousin Karen’s new shoes.
This was followed by meeting a certain Mrs Hegitey who was the manageress of the shoe shop and an ex-headmistress.
Followed by Mrs Hegitey agreeing to become my new private tutor.
Followed by Nanny Mitchel receiving a demonstration of Mrs Hegiteys discipline techniques.
Followed by us all going to the local school outfitters to purchase my new uniform.
Followed by a bus ride home, where Nanny Mitchel had had to stop herself from launching into two school bullies.
So Yes it had also been a very long day for Nanny Mitchel as well.
I think deep down inside myself and cousin Karen were not past consideration for others, for we seemed to notice Nanny Mitchel was tired.
With this in mind, we both quietly got washed got into our nighties and got ready for bed.
When this was all done we came back downstairs only to find that Nanny Mitchel was sound asleep in the chair.
“We had better take ourselves to bed Patrica,” came the words of cousin Karen as if to partially take the place of a responsible adult.
Naturally, and without question, I agreed.
Similar to Nanny Mitchel’s relationship with Aunty Shirley, Cousin Karen always took the lead in our relationship.
So off we both went to bed.
However unbeknown to me, cousin Karen had a hidden agenda for wanting to go to bed early.
Whilst I would be going straight to sleep in the back bedroom, cousin Karen would spend some considerable time performing spells that I was yet to find out about.