With the threat of being put in a nappy like a baby and the fear of going to school dressed as girls, Peter and I reluctantly lifted our pillows to find a pull-on nappy, a pair of rubber knickers, a pair of cotton over-knickers and a white frilly nightie each. Peter started to cry as he pulled on the frilly white over-knickers. I completely empathised with him, but there was no way I’d let them see me crying like a baby… or a girl for that matter.
Under our beds was a pair of fluffy slippers each, and wearing these we were marched down to the sitting room, where we were told to sit quietly and watch the TV. “Where’s a remote?” I asked.
“Princesses don’t choose what they watch, they watch what they’re told.” Mother stated.
After the tedium of Songs Of Praise had finished, Granny said she was going home. “Now, do you need me in the morning to help get these two ready for school?” she said to our mother.
“I shouldn’t think so.” Mum replied as she cast her eyes over us. “So far they’ve earned their normal uniforms, but I’ll give you a call if they start acting up.”
“Very well.” Granny smiled. “Now, what about my two princesses give their Granny a kiss goodnight?”
Peter and I sheepishly stood up and gave Granny’s wrinkly old cheek a kiss. She left and we sat back on the sofa. “How long do you think we have to do this for?” Peter asked as Mum waved our grandmother off.
“Dunno,” I replied. “You won’t tell anyone will you?” I fearfully asked.
He shook his head. “And I know you won’t.” he knowingly replied as our mother returned.
