“But… they’re dressed like girls!” Stephen spat.
“Yes they are… and they’re far better behaved because of it.” Mum replied. “Now are you going to say sorry?”
“No!” all three replied.
“Well in that case you’d better leave… and I’ll be telling your mothers how horrible you’ve all been when I see them,” Mum stated before ushering them out of our bedroom.
Peter and I were speechless. We just sat on our beds and stared at each other before hanging our heads. Mum returned and said “What horrible boys they are.”
“Why did you let them in?” I asked.
“Because they called for you.” Mum replied. “If anyone will benefit from a dose of petticoating it’s those three… and I’ll be telling their mothers as much when I see them.”
“But… we didn’t want them to know.”
“And now they do.” Mum replied. “If they were proper friends they wouldn’t have teased you like they did.”
“Yes they would!” Peter barked. “Look at us. We are sissies.”
“No your not… you two very well behaved and very pretty boys.” mum stated. “You’re my perfect princesses.” she smiled. “Now, who’d like a choc ice?”
“Me please,” we said mournfully in unison.
“Well come on then.” mum said with a smile, as if that would cure all ills.
